Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Under the vast starry sky, the long, compassionate cry of the Nine Nether Kun Whale echoed. The sound contained endless sorrow. The air of the Netherworld surged violently, as if responding to its cry. The entire sea area was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

Looking at this scene, Li Mu frowned, unable to understand what was going on.

Under the innate magical power - identifying all spirits, he only obtained the attributes of the Nine Nether Kun Whale and its poor adverbial expressions, and was unable to explore its roots.

Xue'er was moved with compassion. She thought of her own tribe that had been exterminated and her mother who had sacrificed her life to protect her. Her eyes revealed deep sympathy and sorrow, as if she could feel the pain in Jiuyou Kun Whale's heart.

"Brother Li, I want to help it!"

Xue'er looked towards Li Mu, a pleading gleam in her eyes, and gestured.

"Well, if you can communicate with it smoothly, you can try to understand what it needs and why it is so!" Li Mu nodded and gestured.

Xue'er nodded happily, closed her eyes and cast the spell again.

Soon, with Xiaobai's cooperation, the Kun whale clone let out a long cry, and with Xue'er's emotional powers, tried to have a deeper communication with the Nine Nether Kun Whale.

The Nine Nether Kun Whale was invigorated, and it responded with long calls. Those long calls contained endless sorrow, helplessness, and expectation, as if telling the experience of its tribe and the mystery of the changes in this star field.

Xue'er listened attentively, trying to understand the message conveyed by the Jiuyou Kun Whale.

The two Nine Nether Kun Whales communicated with each other through long calls in the air. After a while, Xue'er finally finished casting the spell. She opened her eyes, her brows furrowed, and her expression became heavy.

"Brother Li, that Kun whale said that something happened in their tribe's heritage site, and a large number of members died. It escaped from the heritage site and hopes to follow us!"

Xue'er looked at Li Mu and told him the origin of the Nine Nether Kun Whale.

"A large number of rank eight Nine Nether Kun whales died! What happened? Ask it clearly!"

Upon hearing the news, Li Mu was immediately shocked and his expression became serious. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he hurriedly asked.

Xue'er nodded, closed her eyes again, and concentrated on communicating with the Nine Nether Kun Whale.

As the Nine Nether Kun Whale let out a long cry, its emotions seemed even more agitated. It described in detail the mutations that had occurred in the land of inheritance. An unknown, destructive force had suddenly emerged, causing the deaths of a large number of tribe members. As one of the few survivors, it escaped in the chaos.

After a long while, Xue'er finished casting the spell and responded solemnly: "Brother Li, it said that a powerful unknown force suddenly appeared in the inheritance land. That force was so terrifying that it destroyed their tribe's inheritance land almost overnight. A large number of people died in that disaster. It was one of the few members who escaped. Now there are only a few survivors in their tribe, and they are fragmented. It hopes to follow us to find other survivors and rebuild the tribe."

"Destructive power? What kind of power is that? Could it be the root cause of the exhaustion of spiritual energy in this area?"

Li Mu's mind was greatly shocked and he connected it with the depletion of spiritual energy. The emergence of this unknown and destructive force might not only be a disaster for the Jiuyou Kun Whale tribe, but also a huge threat to the entire star field.

Li Mu couldn't imagine how magnificent the power was that could kill a large number of eighth-level Kun whales instantly? However, thinking of the reason why the spiritual energy in this domain began to decline, he couldn't help but put it together.

"If we can explore the inheritance site of the Nine Nether Kun Whale, maybe we can solve the mystery of the source of the depletion of spiritual energy in this area." An idea suddenly occurred to Li Mu, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Brother Li, such a dangerous place? Should we go?" Xue'er was dumbfounded when she heard this, and her worry was beyond words. She really didn't want Li Mu to take the risk to explore such a dangerous place.

Li Mu smiled and shook his head, a thought of exploring the root cause flashed across his eyes, but then he rationally suppressed the thought.

Li Mu laughed and said self-deprecatingly: "Xue'er, don't worry. I know myself well. That is a force that the entire eighth-level Nine Nether Kun Whale tribe cannot resist. I am just a virtual cultivator. How can I be qualified to go to such a dangerous place? If the sky falls, there will be taller people to hold it up. This matter should be left to the combined cultivators and Daojun cultivators to explore!"

"Our current strength is not enough to set foot in such a dangerous area." Li Mu looked at Xue'er and said seriously: "Our current mission is to leave this star field as soon as possible and pass this news on to more capable cultivators and forces to know about this matter and jointly deal with this impending crisis."

Hearing this, Xue'er couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She felt reassured that Li Mu could think so rationally. She nodded happily to show her agreement.

"Be careful when you ask it about the exact whereabouts of the inheritance site of the Kun whale group." Li Mu glanced at the Nine Nether Kun Whale and told Xue'er to remind it: "The Nine Nether Kun Whale's innate magical power allows them to have the location of the inheritance site integrated into their blood when they are born. When you communicate with it, try to use indirect methods and don't ask directly, so as not to alert it."

Suddenly, another idea flashed through Li Mu's mind, and he continued: "Also, the Nine Nether Kun Whale is the overlord of this star field. They have traveled in this star field for countless years and may know the location of the Dark Spirit Star. If possible, try to ask it if it knows the location of the Dark Spirit Star."

"Well, Brother Li, I know what to do!" Xue'er was smart and understood it immediately. She nodded happily.

Soon, Xue'er closed her eyes, and demonic power surged throughout her body. She cast a spell again, asking Xiaobai to cooperate, and controlled the Kun whale clone to continue communicating with the Nine Nether Kun Whale in the distance.

The two Nine Nether Kun Whales roared in unison, and the tremendous power of the Netherworld rippled, as if an invisible storm had been set off in the depths of the star field.

Xue'er was concentrating on casting the spell, exuding the unique bloodline magical powers of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox and exerting the power of temptation with all her might. Her mind was closely connected with Xiaobai and the Nine Nether Kun Whale in the distance. Every subtle fluctuation of emotion and every tremor of the power of the underworld could not escape her perception.

Xue'er cautiously probed, trying to sense and extract information about the location of the inheritance land and the Dark Spirit Star from the response of the Nine Nether Kun Whale and her emotions.

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Just when Li Mu, Xue'er and others were lost in the dark shadow area and were trying hard to return, a major event happened in Qi Ling Star, Zhongzhou Spiritual Realm, and Xuantian Sword Sect.

In Xuantian Sword Sect, at the Sword Questioning Square, all of a sudden, the spiritual bell hanging above the sword tower began to ripple violently, and a rapid and heavy bell sounded abruptly, breaking the tranquility of the sect.

This early warning bell will only be rung when the Xuantian Sword Sect encounters a major crisis or a high-level change. Its sound is like thunder, shaking the entire Xuantian Sword Sect and affecting the hearts of every disciple in the sect.

Within the sect, whether it was the elders who were practicing in seclusion or the disciples who were studying swordsmanship, they were all alarmed at this moment. They walked out of the training rooms and sword halls one after another, with looks of surprise and suspicion on their faces, looking in the direction where the alarm bell sounded. An ominous premonition spread in everyone's hearts.

clang!
clang!
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The clear and melodious sound of the alarm bell, every time it rings is like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of sect members. It is not a simple bell ringing, but a warning and a sign.

When the bell rings three times, it means that the sect's core area has been invaded, and the disciples need to prepare to fight and defend this holy land of cultivation on which they depend for survival.

When the alarm bell rings five times, the meaning becomes even more serious, meaning that the sect's important resources and treasures are being plundered, or that important sect buildings are being destroyed.

Six, seven, and each additional bell sound represented a new level of severity. The eighth bell sounded, and a great elder or hall master of the sect had died.

Nine rings, the elder of our sect who mastered the combined sword died.

After ten rings, the sect's important heritage has been lost.

After eleven shots, the whole clan prepared for a fight to the death.

After twelve rings, the core figure of the Sword Master level fell.

……

The disciples began to panic, and some of the young men among them even began to tremble, for they had never experienced such a crisis.

The older disciples began to recall the dark moments in the sect's history. They knew that this crisis might be more serious than any previous one.

When the alarm bell rang nine times, the entire sect was in chaos. The elders began to summon all the disciples, their voices hoarse and their eyes full of anxiety. They knew that this crisis might affect the survival of the sect.

At this moment, the alarm bell had already sounded nine times, and it did not stop, continuing to climb to even more terrifying numbers.

Ten rings meant that a high-level cultivator at the level of Sword Master in the sect had met with an accident. Their death was undoubtedly a huge blow to the sect. However, the buzzing bells continued to ring, breaking the record of Xuantian Sword Sect for thousands of years.

Eleven rings, twelve rings,... every bell sounded like a death warrant, making the sect members' hearts rise to their throats.

Finally, when the alarm bell rang for the thirteenth time, the entire sect seemed to be shrouded in deathly silence, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the worst news.

The meaning of this thirteenth ring may be what they are most reluctant to face - the foundation of the sect may be experiencing unprecedented shaking.

The disciples and elders of Xuantian Sword Sect looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes. Their faces were pale and their breathing became heavy.

"This... what's going on?" a young disciple asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Oh my god! Thirteen shots! Who fell?"

"Did the sect leader fall? How is this possible?"

"No way! The sect master has reached heavenly level and has been a Taoist master for thousands of years. Who can kill him?"

"It's impossible that the sect leader has fallen. Could it be that something has gone wrong with the bell spirit?"

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Discussions arose everywhere, and panic and anxiety spread among the disciples, like an invisible storm, sweeping across the entire Xuantian Sword Sect.

All the elders present frowned, trying to find answers from each other's eyes, but everyone's eyes were filled with panic and confusion. Obviously, the sudden thirteen alarm bells shattered all their expectations and assumptions.

"Everyone, be quiet for a moment!" Sword Master Chen's voice suddenly rang out, like thunder breaking through the sky, suppressing the discussion of the crowd, and asked sternly: "Where is Elder Yan?"

As soon as Master Chen finished speaking, a sect elder hurriedly flew out of the Patriarch's Hall. His face was filled with sorrow, and he announced in front of everyone with grief: "The soul lamp of Daoist Master Qinghong has gone out. He, he has passed away!"

"what!"

"How can this be!"

……

This news was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding throughout the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Taoist Qinghong was one of the only two Taoists with the highest cultivation level in Xuantian Sword Sect. His death was undoubtedly a terrible blow to Xuantian Sword Sect. The elders all changed color. Some of them even took a few steps back. They were all frightened by the news. Their faces turned pale, as if they were thinking of something terrible.

In the square, thousands of young disciples from the sects were extremely shocked. They had all heard of the reputation of Taoist Qing Hong and even revered him as a god-like existence. Now, they suddenly heard the news of his death and were all at a loss.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, and the entire Xuantian Sword Sect was unable to bear its weight for a while.

"Qing Hong Dao Jun, how is it possible..."

Sword Master Chen muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief, his hands clenched into fists, his body trembling slightly, obviously trying his best to suppress the grief and shock in his heart.

Thousands of people were flying in the air with swords in the huge sect square, but at this moment it fell into a deathly silence. Only the echo of the alarm bells remained in the air for a long time.

Tens of thousands of disciples and elders of Xuantian Sword Sect were collectively immersed in great grief. They could not imagine that the powerful man who once protected the entire sect had now fallen. For a moment, they were unable to accept this fact.

The atmosphere in the entire Xuantian Sword Sect was extremely solemn and depressing. Everyone present understood that the death of Taoist Qinghong was not only his personal tragedy, but also a major blow to the entire Xuantian Sword Sect.

The Xuantian Sword Sect’s tens of thousands of years of inheritance is in danger!
Taoist Qinghong, as one of the two pillars of the sect, his existence is the fundamental guarantee for Xuantian Sword Sect to occupy the richest spiritual land in the entire Zhongzhou Spirit Realm. He is also the spiritual pillar in the hearts of countless disciples of the sect. His death has caused an unprecedented crisis in this first sword sect that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

"Recall all the true disciples who are training outside. Use the flying sword to recall Sword Master Xiao, Sword Master Ye, and other sword elders who are outside. Be ready to activate the sect protection formation at any time to prepare for the possible war." Sword Master Chen flew above the center of the square. His voice was as loud as a swan, shocking the minds of everyone present.

"The death of Taoist Qinghong is a pain we cannot accept, but grief cannot make us sink. The Xuantian Sword Sect's tens of thousands of years of inheritance cannot be cut off in our generation!" Sword Master Chen shouted resolutely with a sad look on his face.

"Yes!" All the disciples responded in unison, their voices were deafening, their swords were full of energy, they turned their grief into strength, and were determined to protect the sect at the cost of their lives. (End of this chapter)