Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye

In the endless void, Li Mu followed the guidance of the Dao Source, heading westward. The chaotic will spread out, piercing through layers of void rifts, and the thread grew brighter and brighter, its pulling force stronger and stronger.

On this day, Li Mu stopped his escape.

The void ahead was no longer deathly silent.

Space twists into rings here, one ring inside another, interlocking and extending deeper and deeper. At the center of the rings, the power of space surges like boiling water, and between the rings, fragments of void scatter like snowflakes, falling one after another towards the center of the rings.

Chaotic star vortexes swirled rapidly in Li Mu's eyes.

The aura of the fifth fragment was deep within the ring's core. Following the fragment's pull, Li Mu took a step forward, his body enveloped in a hazy, gray light, and passed through the first spatial ring.

The folded void pressed in from both sides, and the hazy light of the Dao broke through the second ring, the third ring, the fourth ring, and so on with unstoppable force.

The view before me suddenly opened up.

A Buddhist temple.

A complete and intact temple.

The dojo spans tens of thousands of miles, entirely constructed from spatial crystal cores. Its crystal walls are as transparent as glass, and within them, the void folds and overlaps hundreds of times, with spatial Dao patterns densely covering it like a net, flowing endlessly. The surface of the crystal walls is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the entire void sea.

At the four corners of the dojo, four towering spatial crystal pillars stand, their bodies as thick as mountains, with flowing Dao patterns that draw in the spatial rings surrounding the dojo.

The main gate of the temple was wide open.

Inside the gate, the spatial essence was so dense that it solidified into a tangible substance, transforming into a transparent mist that surged like a tide. Within the mist, countless spatial treasures floated in the void.

A fist-sized spatial crystal core, a ten-foot-long void beast bone with transparent bone material and dense spatial Dao patterns inside. A palm-sized spatial array plate with flowing Dao patterns on its surface, drawing the surrounding void to fold and unfold, and scrolls of spatial Dao bamboo slips... all of these dazzled Li Mu.

However, Li Mu ignored these rare treasures that cultivators rarely see and walked straight into the main gate of the temple.

Light and mist surged in from both sides, and the chaotic Dao Yuan rolled in. The spatial origin within the mist poured into Li Mu's body like a whale sucking water. The spatial Dao patterns trembled, and the transparent radiance surged, frantically devouring this origin.

Soon, Li Mu passed through the light mist and arrived at the center of the dojo.

Before us, a Taoist platform comes into view.

The platform has nine levels and is entirely constructed from spatial crystal cores. Dao patterns extend from the base to the top of the platform, progressing layer by layer, with the Dao charm becoming increasingly profound. As the Dao patterns flow, the void folds into countless layers, and the scene of the world within reach rotates endlessly.

Top of the platform.

A Dao Fruit floats in the air.

The fruit is about the size of a fist, transparent as glass. Its surface is smooth as a mirror, its interior folding with the evolution of countless worlds, their birth and death, layer upon layer of void, without beginning or end. On the surface of the fruit, spatial Dao patterns are densely packed like a net, each pattern drawing upon the origin of all the spatial treasures within the Dao field.

Spatial Dao Fruit.

The fruit of inheritance formed by the spatial Daoist essence of the Void Daoist Master over three hundred million years.

Li Mu sat cross-legged on the platform.

With hands forming hand seals, chaotic Dao energy surged forth. A hazy Dao light enveloped the Dao Fruit, and the chaotic will sank deep into the fruit's body.

In an instant.

The fruit exploded.

A transparent radiance, like the rising sun, illuminated the vast void, and within it, the spatial Daoist principles cultivated by the Void Daoist Master for three hundred million years poured forth like a flood bursting its banks. It folded the void into countless layers, blurring the lines between near and far, witnessing the birth and death of countless worlds, and the ceaseless rotation of all spatial Daoist principles.

Li Mu was enveloped in a gray aura that shot into the sky.

The Dao of Space surged into his body like a tide. Within his meridians, spatial patterns extended wildly, intertwining and entwining with the Dao of Time. In his acupoints, the power of space deepened, and spatial Dao patterns grew wildly from the fragments, penetrating deep into his Dao foundation, gradually merging with the Dao patterns of Time.

The way of time originates from and is determined by itself.

A day is like a thousand years.

Li Mu sat cross-legged on the Dao platform, his gray Dao light intertwined with transparent radiance like a cocoon. On the surface of the cocoon, the long river of time surged ceaselessly, the void folded layer upon layer, fragments of time and space intertwined and floated, making it impossible to distinguish between time and void.

A month
Two months

One year.

……

Outside the Daoist temple, the void sea surged ceaselessly. Spatial power, like a tide, rushed in from all directions, piercing through the spatial ring, penetrating the crystal wall, pouring into the Daoist platform, and into Li Mu's body.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This day.

The temple trembled violently.

The nine-tiered platform shattered with transparent light, and the base, constructed from spatial crystal cores, crumbled inch by inch. The four corner spatial crystal pillars collapsed with a roar, and the crystal walls were riddled with cracks that spread from the base to the top. The hidden spatial treasures trembled violently, their crystal cores shattered, their animal bones exploded, their array plates broke, and their bamboo slips scattered as points of light.

The essence of all spatial treasures flowed like rivers into the sea, surging into the cocoon of light atop the platform.

The price of light cocoons skyrocketed.

A hazy, ethereal light intertwined with a transparent glow, illuminating the entire void sea. Within the void sea, spatial rings crumbled layer by layer, and at the center of the rings, the void exploded, with turbulent currents swirling back like dragons.

Within the cocoon of light.

Li Mu opened his eyes and woke up, his gaze filled with a chaotic vortex of stars as deep as an abyss.

At the center of the star vortex, the long river of time flows ceaselessly, and the void rises and falls like stars. The long river of time and the void intertwine and entwine, inseparable.

Above the Chaos Dao Foundation.

The spatial patterns were completely perfected, the lines were as transparent as glass, and the inner void was folded into countless layers, with the scenery of the ends of the earth within a short distance constantly changing.

The spatial Dao pattern and the time Dao pattern are perfectly integrated. The two patterns, one gray and one transparent, intertwine and transform into a brand new Dao pattern.

The Dao patterns are a translucent gray, flowing with both pure and turbid energies, within which the long river of time surges, and the void folds and layers upon layers. Time and space merge into one in these Dao patterns, becoming indistinguishable.

The Chaos Dao Seal floats deep within the Dao Sea.

The seal is shrouded in gray, imbued with the flow of time and the Dao source. On its surface, transparent lines intertwine with the Dao patterns of time, outlining a complete Dao seal. The Dao seal rotates, causing all the Dao patterns within the chaotic Dao foundation to tremble in unison.

Chaos II - Space Change.

Completely perfect.

Just as the spatial Dao patterns and the time Dao patterns were gradually merging, a third Dao pattern quietly emerged deep within the Chaotic Dao Foundation.

The lines are grayish-black, as fine as gossamer threads, within which life and death ceaselessly cycle, with life and death alternating endlessly. The illusory images of all beings are born, grow, age, and die within these lines, only to be reborn again, in an endless, cyclical manner.

This is?

This is the prototype of the Great Cycle of Reincarnation.

Li Mu's soul was shaken. He never expected that the third transformation of the Chaos Dao was related to the Cycle of Reincarnation.

Li Mu's chaotic will suddenly sank into the depths of his Dao foundation, staring at the newly formed gray-black pattern.

When the second transformation of chaos was completed, the changes in space and the changes in time merged, which triggered the third transformation of chaos—the transformation of reincarnation.

The newly formed Cycle of Reincarnation was extremely fragile, its surface riddled with cracks, threatening to shatter at any moment. The power of reincarnation within was as thin as mist, the cycle of birth and death sluggish, the phantoms of all beings indistinct, and the chain of reincarnation between birth and death broken and incomplete.

Li Mu internally examined his Dao Foundation. The Dao Pattern of Time surged with the power of time, and the Dao Pattern of Space surged with the power of void. The two forces simultaneously surged toward the Dao Pattern of Reincarnation, attempting to stabilize it.

However, the moment the power of time touched the Dao pattern of reincarnation, the pattern trembled violently, and the illusory images of all living beings accelerated their birth and death, with the alternation of flourishing and decay becoming increasingly rapid. The power of the void surged in, the Dao pattern of reincarnation extended by three-tenths, and the cracks healed by one-tenth.

The Dao Pattern of Reincarnation needs the nourishment of the Origin of Reincarnation to truly stabilize. Without the Origin of Reincarnation, this nascent pattern cannot last more than a hundred years. Li Mu opened his eyes. Within his eyes, a chaotic vortex of stars was as deep as an abyss. At the center of the vortex, the River of Time surged ceaselessly, and the void floated like stars. A gray-black wheel slowly rotated. On the wheel, the illusory images of all living beings were born and died, rotating in cycles of flourishing and decay, without beginning or end.

The chaotic will suddenly spread out, instantly enveloping the void for hundreds of millions of miles.

Searching for traces of the origin of reincarnation.

The void was deathly silent, and turbulent currents surged.

no.

Search again.

Thirty million li, fifty million li, eighty million li.

Still nothing.

The origin of reincarnation differs from the origin of other spaces; it does not dissipate in the void. The power of reincarnation is born between the birth and death of all beings and condenses in the land of reincarnation.

What is the land of reincarnation?

The place where all beings are born and die, the place where souls are reborn, and the place where cause and effect cycle.

In the vast and empty realm, there is no such place.

Li Mu gathered his chaotic will, his brows furrowing slightly.

The Dao patterns of reincarnation trembled slightly within the Dao foundation, their gray-black light flickering uncertainly. Cracks slowly spread, and the Dao patterns of time and space simultaneously surged forth with power, barely managing to stabilize the cracks and prevent them from expanding.

However, one can remain stable for a time, but not forever.

Only by finding the origin of reincarnation can this change be stabilized.

With a slight thought, Li Mu condensed a Chaotic Dao Domain. Within the domain, the long river of time surged, the void folded layer upon layer, the wheel of reincarnation slowly rotated, and the three Dao forces intertwined and gradually showed signs of merging. The Chaotic Will poured its full strength into it.

……

Chaotic Vast Land.

A tiny gray silkworm cocoon, nestled in the crevices of the roots of the seven trees, marks the source of all things.

The chains of cause and effect bound the Demon Mother's limbs, waist, and neck. The ends of the chains pierced the cracks in the Demon Crystal, sealing off its core. Primordial Dao patterns flowed ceaselessly across the surface of the chains, like a malignant sore that clung to the bone.

The eerie mother closed her eyes, and a faint white light was hidden between the chains and the eerie crystal.

It does not erode. It does not devour. It does not move.

They simply lie dormant.

Like a hibernating snake.

Every ten years, the Primordial Dao Lord activates the Threads of Cause and Effect to investigate. The threads pierce through the void, extending from the Primordial Vast Domain to the Chaotic Vast Land, embedding themselves in the cocoon to sense the state of the Demon Mother.

First exploration. The silkworm cocoon was as still as a dead object, devoid of any trace of the Evil Mother.

The second exploration. Still silent.

The third exploration. The causal threads touched the crack in the strange crystal, the primordial Dao patterns flickered slightly, the chains tightened by a third, the strange mother remained motionless, and the strange source shrank back, without even a ripple.

The Primordial Dao Lord withdrew, the cocoon remained unharmed, the Demon Mother was bound, and everything was under control.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the Ghost Mother's mouth.

The Primordial Dao Master was too confident. The Great Dao of Cause and Effect, by tracing back to its source and severing its roots, did indeed restrain the power of the Devious Path to erode all other paths; the Chain of Cause and Effect sealed the Devious Crystal, severing the connection between the Devious Path and the erosion of all other paths, so she could no longer use the power of the Devious Path to erode the Dao principles of others.

However, the chain of cause and effect itself is also a condensation of the Dao.

Since it is a principle, it can be eroded.

The Primordial Dao Master refined the Strange Crystal, erasing the Strange Dao Imprint. The Strange Mother eroded the chains, erasing the Primordial Dao Patterns.

Both sides are grinding away.

Whoever grinds faster wins.

The Ghost Mother is in no hurry; she has waited for hundreds of millions of years, so what difference a few thousand more won't make?

Moreover, having been hidden in the Chaotic Vast Land for so many years, the Ghost Mother clearly sensed the enormous changes that had taken place there.

The first ten years

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the trunks of the ten thousand ancestral trees grew even thicker. Their roots penetrated deep into the source veins, increasing their absorption of source energy by fifty percent. The flow of the source vein's spiritual network accelerated, and the source energy surged like a mighty river.

The ancestral tree's canopy blocked out the sun, and the light of Dao intertwined among its branches and leaves, forming a sea. Dao soldiers sat cross-legged beneath the tree, their cultivation speed noticeably accelerating. The light of Dao flickered around the Dao Ancestors who had merged with the Dao, and those who broke through to higher realms appeared one after another.

At the boundary of this vast land, the luminous barrier of time stands tall. The scales of time flow ceaselessly, the power of the years surging like a tide. The barrier is thirty percent thicker than it was ten years ago, and the flow of time has become increasingly chaotic. In some places, a moment is a century; in others, a century is a moment.

The Ghost Mother sensed the change in the light barrier, and the Ghost White's pupils grew increasingly solemn.

The second decade has begun.

The trunks of the seven primordial ancestral trees grew even thicker. Their canopies now covered the entire Myriad Dao Source Sea, and seven-colored Dao light soared into the sky from between the branches and leaves, piercing through the Source Sea, penetrating the vast earth, and entering the endless void. The seven-colored light pillars intertwined in the void, transforming into a hazy gray light pillar. Within the light pillar, the long river of time surged, the void rose and fell, and time and space merged, making it impossible to distinguish between time and void.

Deep within the Origin Sea, the chaotic Daoist essence grew ever stronger.

That chaotic Daoist aura surged forth from the depths of the seven tree roots, spreading like a tide, permeating the entire Sea of ​​Myriad Daos and the entire Chaotic Vast Land.

Wherever the chaotic Daoist energy passed, the ancestral tree trembled, the source veins accelerated, the Dao soldiers broke through their realms, and everything was undergoing sublimation.

The Demon Mother, hidden within the silkworm cocoon, sensed the chaotic Daoist aura growing stronger day by day.

The Great Dao of Chaos encompasses all things.

Thirty years later, this Daoist charm became more profound, more vast, and more immeasurable. The power of time and the power of space intertwined and intertwined within the Daoist charm, becoming inseparable.

The Demon Mother was unaware of what opportunity Li Mu was seeking in the depths of the void, nor was she aware that Li Mu's second transformation of chaos was nearing completion.

The Demon Mother only sensed the result: the Chaotic Vast Land was rapidly growing stronger.

The seven primordial ancestral trees are growing stronger, the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors is growing stronger, and the Daoist aura of the entire vast land is growing stronger. The source of all these changes points to the same being—the Lord of Chaos—Li Mu.

A hint of apprehension flashed deep within the strange mother's white eyes.

The treacherous path erodes all paths, leaving nothing untouched, except for the Great Dao of Chaos, which it cannot corrupt.

Chaos encompasses all things, and all paths return to chaos. The treacherous path erodes chaos, like water entering the sea or a clay ox entering a river, disappearing without a trace.

The stronger Li Mu's cultivation and the more perfect his Chaos Dao became, the less he could do anything to him.

The mysterious mother silently deduced the situation in her mind.

The Primordial Dao Lord sealed her strange crystal with the chains of cause and effect, ordering her to erode the roots of the Seven Trees and sever the connection between the source vein and the Seven Trees. The Primordial Dao Lord believed that she would not dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts, that the chains of cause and effect could be shattered with a single thought, and that she could not overturn the heavens.

However, the Primordial Daoist Master miscalculated two things.

The first flaw in the Demonic Path lies in the fact that its origin is not cultivated by itself, but rather comes from the erosion of all other paths. By severing the connection between the Demonic Path and the erosion of all other paths through the Great Dao of Cause and Effect, she can no longer erode the other paths. However, the Chains of Cause and Effect themselves are also condensed from Dao principles; as Dao principles, they can be eroded. That wisp of light hidden between the chains and the Demonic Crystal is gradually wearing away the primordial Dao patterns. Thirty years ago, the chains were indestructible. Thirty years later, the weakest point of the chains has loosened almost imperceptibly.

Secondly, the Primordial Dao Lord overestimated himself and underestimated Li Mu. The Primordial Dao Lord believed the Chaos Array could be broken, the roots of the Seven Trees could be severed, and the foundation of the Vast Earth could be destroyed. However, over the past thirty years, the Chaos Vast Earth has not only not weakened, but has grown stronger day by day. The foundation of the Seven Trees is as stable as a mountain, the source veins and spiritual network flow like a dragon, and the barrier of time is indestructible. How could such a force be easily broken?

The Primordial Dao Master is waiting
The Demon Mother is also waiting.

Waiting for Li Mu to return.

On the day Li Mu returns, the Three Realms will surely attack the Chaos Land. At that time, the Primordial Dao Lord will activate the Chains of Cause and Effect, forcing her to erode the roots of the Seven Trees. She will seize the opportunity, using unorthodox methods to erode the weak points of the chains, and break free from their restraints amidst the aftershocks of the great battle. (End of Chapter)