Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Wanjian Mountain stood quietly, with sword intent surging. The unbridgeable crack in the mountain also became a little smaller. The sound of "buzzing" swords came from Wanjian Mountain. Wanjian Mountain - the spirit of the weapon was excitedly conveying its excitement to Li Mu.

Seeing this, Li Mu smiled slightly, very satisfied with the effect. Five seventh-order Dao swords could restore Wanjian Mountain to such a state. What if there were a thousand swords, or ten thousand swords? What kind of effect would that produce?
Perhaps, Wan Jianshan could be promoted because of this!

Thinking of this, a sense of pride surged in Li Mu's heart. The potential of Wanjian Mountain is far more than this. If he could really gather thousands of high-level Taoist swords as he wished, Wanjian Mountain would not only have the potential to be promoted to a higher-level extreme Taoist weapon, it might even transform into a true divine weapon with the power to change the world and cut through the void.

Li Mu recovered his consumed spiritual consciousness, adjusted his state, and immediately continued to refine the Dragon Scale Sword.

One hundred and fifty dragon scales can be used to refine five Dragon Scale Swords, and fifteen thousand dragon scales are enough to support the refining of three hundred seventh-tier Dragon Scale Swords. There is still a big gap between this and the ten thousand Dragon Scale Swords that Li Mu wanted.

However, the dragon bones and dragon teeth of the demon dragon's body are the essence of the eighth-level Mahayana demon dragon. These top-grade refining materials are also suitable for refining the seventh-level dragon tooth sword and the seventh-level dragon bone sword.

The fire of chaos was burning fiercely, Li Mu's mind was fully activated, the power of chaos surged, and the three hundred dragon scales quickly liquefied and fused...

This time, Li Mu refined ten seventh-order Dao swords in one breath. With the support of the Chaos Sealing Array, the difficulty of refining a seventh-order Dao sword was greatly reduced by more than 90%. Refining ten seventh-order Dao swords with the same weapon patterns and weapon arrays at one time was completely under his control.

As the Chaos Fire continued to burn, the dragon scales gradually liquefied, forming streams of golden liquid. As the Chaos Fire continued to burn, the dragon scales gradually liquefied, forming a ball of red-gold liquid.

Under the control of Li Mu's spiritual thoughts, it was divided into ten and gradually condensed to form the embryo of a Dao sword. The power of chaos surged, guiding the chaotic array power of the Sealing Array and began to condense patterns for the ten Dao swords.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment. Li Mu devoted himself to refining the seventh-level Taoist sword. One after another, the seventh-level Taoist swords, the Dragon Scale Taoist Sword, the Dragon Tooth Taoist Sword, and the Dragon Bone Taoist Sword were refined like an assembly line and then integrated into the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

The thousands of broken and severely damaged fifth-order and sixth-order spiritual swords, as well as the vacant sword positions, that were originally inserted in Wanjian Mountain were gradually replaced by seventh-order Taoist swords. The sword intent emitted by Wanjian Mountain became more and more fierce, as if a peerless divine sword was quietly gestating, causing the chaotic energy of the entire chaotic space to tremble. The cracks in the sword mountain had long been restored to their original state under the wash of this powerful sword intent.

The body of Wanjian Mountain exudes a rich glow, which is a mysterious light interwoven with sharp sword intent and chaotic power, making Wanjian Mountain look extremely majestic and inviolable.

……

In Xuantian Sword Sect, the bell rang, and all the elders and disciples of the sect rushed to the sect square, their faces filled with excitement and awe.

The bell rang nine times, the sound was melodious and full of joy. It was the ringing of the ceremonial bell. Today, it announced the return of the sect leader who had been missing for hundreds of years - Elder Xuantian, and the three Taoist Lords Chen Qingxuan, Feng Wuhen and Qi Xuanming, who accompanied him back.

At this moment, the entire sect seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, and the air was filled with an indescribable solemnity and joy.

In the sky, colorful clouds gathered and rays of light appeared, as if the heaven and earth were preparing for this grand event. As a distant and profound breath gradually approached, everyone felt their hearts tremble, as if some ancient and powerful force was passing through the shackles of time and space and slowly descending.

Finally, four figures appeared in everyone's sight. The one leading the group, with fluttering white hair and an immortal look, was none other than the long-missing leader of a sect - old man Xuantian. On his waist, an ancient and mysterious long sword hung quietly. It was the symbol of the Xuantian Sword Sect - the Xuantian Sword.

Following closely behind Elder Xuantian were the three Dao Lords Chen Qingxuan, Feng Wuhen, and Qi Xuanming. They each exuded a unique aura. Chen Qingxuan's sword was full of energy, as if he could cut through the void at any time; Feng Wuhen was surrounded by a faint fluctuation of wind elements, making people feel an indescribable lightness and freedom; Qi Xuanming was majestic, like a towering mountain, giving people a sense of calmness and reliability.

"Welcome back, Sect Master! Welcome back, the three Dao Lords!" Everyone in the sect, whether elders or disciples, bowed their heads respectfully, their voices filled with excitement and admiration.

The return of Elder Xuantian was like a shot in the arm, allowing the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect to regain their backbone. During the more than 500 years since he disappeared, the sect encountered unprecedented difficulties and hardships. Two Dao Lords unfortunately died, the forces of the Demon Abyss invaded several times, the land of the Southern Wilderness was lost, and various problems followed one after another. The sect was seriously injured and once fell into a precarious situation.

Fortunately, all this is over. Several sword masters have been promoted to the Mahayana Dao Lord. Also, because Elder Li has refined a large number of Dao swords, the sect's strength has increased, and the arrogance of the Demon Abyss and the various demon sects has been successfully curbed.

Now, with the return of Elder Xuantian and the three Dao Lords, the morale of the sect has been greatly boosted. They know that with the leadership of the sect master and the three Dao Lords, the power of the Xuantian Sword Sect will surely be greater than before.

"Elder Li, why didn't you come?"

Chen Qingxuan glanced around and did not see Li Mu, so he directly asked the Contribution Hall Master, Qiu Yuanhong.

"Elder Li has been in seclusion for some time. Perhaps he is at a critical moment, so he did not respond to the message!" Qiu Yuanhong explained hurriedly.

"Since Elder Li is in seclusion, please don't disturb him. I will have a personal conversation with him when he comes out." Elder Xuantian said in a calm tone, smiling.

The welcoming ceremony ended hastily, and the top leaders of Xuantian Sword Sect gathered in the meeting hall.

In the meeting hall, candles were brightly lit and the atmosphere was solemn. Elder Xuantian sat in the main seat with a deep gaze as he scanned the elders of the sects present.

“Everyone, my Xuantian Sword Sect has gone through many hardships and has been able to continue for thousands of years. I don’t know how many predecessors have followed in their footsteps and never lost the sword path.” Elder Xuantian looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice: “This time, I and several fellow Taoists were trapped in the Jiuyou Great Formation for hundreds of years by the Jiuyou Demon Emperor. The death of Junior Brother Qinghong is not unrelated to the great conspiracy behind the Demon Abyss.”

Upon hearing this, all the elders' expressions turned stern. The death of Taoist Master Qinghong was an eternal pain in their hearts.

"It is rare that you have been able to thwart the invasion of the Demon Abyss several times. There must have been a lot of hardships and difficulties behind this." Elder Xuantian said with a hint of emotion, "The power of the Demon Abyss is extremely great. The ambition of those demon gods to invade the spirit world will never be easily extinguished. We must be fully prepared to prevent them from making a comeback again."

"Master, we were able to defeat the Demon Abyss several times, and Elder Li played an indispensable role!"

"Indeed, the Dao Sword refined by Elder Li and the magic array he arranged provided great help for us in resisting the forces of the Demon Abyss."

"If Elder Li's cultivation can be further improved, he will be able to play a greater role in resisting the invasion of the Demon Abyss."

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The elders spoke one after another, their eyes flashing with admiration for Li Mu, and described in detail to Elder Xuantian the contributions Li Mu had made to the sect during this period.

Hearing this, Elder Xuantian stroked his beard and nodded, with a strange look in his eyes. He had learned a lot about Elder Li from Chen Qingxuan and the others, and was well aware of his contribution to the sect. He felt a little regretful that he could not meet Li Mu the first time. Now, the unanimous praise and admiration of the elders made Elder Xuantian more interested in Li Mu.

"I'm aware of Elder Li's contribution. He's currently practicing in seclusion, definitely in order to pursue a higher realm and add more foundation to my Xuantian Sword Sect. When he comes out, I'll make good use of him." Elder Xuantian nodded slightly and said approvingly.

After a pause, Elder Xuantian changed the subject and said solemnly: "Right now, the spiritual world is about to enter a period of spiritual energy depletion. The sealing formation may collapse at any time, and the threat of the Demon Abyss is getting closer and closer. As the mainstay of protecting this continent, the Xuantian Sword Sect has a great responsibility. In order to deal with the upcoming crisis, I have made up my mind and decided to open the Patriarch Altar and contact the Patriarch of the Upper Realm to seek his guidance and assistance."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the elders showed surprise on their faces. The ancestral altar was the most sacred place of the sect, and it would never be easily opened unless it was a matter of life and death for the sect. The Xuantian Sword Sect had been passed down for thousands of years and had experienced several dangers of being destroyed, but until now it had never used the ancestral altar. This showed how harsh the conditions for opening it were.

"Master, this matter requires careful consideration." The master of Tiannan Peak said with some hesitation, "Opening the ancestor altar will not only consume a lot of energy, but may also lead to unpredictable consequences. It is also unknown whether the ancestor from the upper realm is willing to lend a helping hand."

“Due to the sealing formation, we have been cut off from the ancestors of the upper realm for thousands of years. If we rashly open the altar now, I’m afraid it will be difficult to predict their reaction.” Another elder added, with a hint of worry between his brows.

"Master, the forces of the Demonic Abyss have been defeated by us. Why don't we wait and see patiently? The issue of the depletion of spiritual energy has not yet been determined!" Chen Qingxuan followed up and suggested.

They have been out of contact with the ancestor of the upper realm for so many years, and it is still unclear whether the ancestor of the upper realm exists. If they are in contact with him, and he gives them strict instructions, will they obey him or not?
"Master, be careful!"

……

A group of Taoist priests and elders advised and pleaded with Elder Xuantian not to open the altar lightly.

Faced with the unanimous advice of the elders, Elder Xuantian did not express his opinion immediately and fell into a brief contemplation.

“How could I not know the worries of the elders?” Elder Xuantian spoke slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice, and said in a deep voice: “But the exhaustion of spiritual energy and the threat of the Demon Abyss are indisputable facts. If we sit and wait for death, it will only lead the sect into an irreparable situation.”

“As for the ancestors of the upper realm and their sects, although they have been cut off from us for thousands of years, as the ancestors of the sects, they must be concerned about our sect. I have no doubt about this. We open the altar not only to seek help, but more precisely, once the sealing formation is disintegrated, we need to unite with the immortal sects of the upper realm in order to resist foreign enemies and guard the spiritual world.” Old Man Xuantian said with a firm and resolute attitude.

"Furthermore, have you ever thought about this, elders? If we can really contact the ancestors of the upper realm and get their guidance and assistance, it will have immeasurable benefits for the future development of our sect. This is not only a way to resolve the crisis, but also an opportunity for the sect to leap forward."

After a pause, Elder Xuantian looked at the elders and gave a reminder.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and began to re-examine the situation in front of them, thinking about the deeper meaning of Elder Xuantian's words.

Once the sealing formation is dismantled, there will be no more obstacles to ascending to the upper realm. Instead of staying in the spiritual world with exhausted spiritual energy, it is better to give it a try and seek help from the upper realm. Perhaps a new way out can be opened up for the sect and its disciples.

"The Sect Master is right. We really can't just stick to the old ways and sit back and wait for death." An elder took the lead in expressing his opinion. His eyes flashed with determination as he agreed, "Opening the Patriarch's Altar may be the key to breaking the current predicament."

"I also agree with the Sect Master's decision!" Another elder followed closely and said firmly: "As the elders of the sect, we have the responsibility to consider the future of the sect."

Following the statements of these two elders, other elders also expressed their support.

Seeing that everyone had reached a unanimous agreement, Old Man Xuantian breathed a sigh of relief and a pleased smile appeared on his face.

"We are very pleased that the elders understand and support this decision." Elder Xuantian could not wait to issue an order: "Next, we will make every effort to prepare for the opening ceremony of the Patriarch's Altar, which will be officially held in three months."

The elders nodded one after another, saying that they would fully cooperate with Elder Xuantian's arrangements.

While the entire Xuantian Sword Sect was busy with the opening ceremony of the ancestral altar, a completely different scene was presented in the chaotic space where Li Mu was in seclusion.

On Wanjian Mountain, sword intent is like a tide. Seventh-rank Taoist swords containing the ultimate sword intent are circling and galloping around Wanjian Mountain like a school of fish. They are intertwined with each other, and together they give birth to an even more powerful sword intent.

Through refining again and again, Li Mu's refining skills and efficiency have reached a new level. He can easily refine precious materials such as dragon scales, dragon bones, dragon teeth, etc. into seventh-order Taoist swords.

Day and night, without stopping.

As the dragon scales and dragon bones were consumed, the last batch of dragon fangs were also under Li Mu's control. Under the refining of the chaos fire, the ten dragon fang swords were emitting brilliant spiritual light, and lines of weapon patterns appeared and condensed on the sword bodies.

Ten dragon-fang swords suddenly rang like dragons' roars, like the roar of an ancient dragon. Dragon-shaped spiritual patterns wandered on the swords, flashing sharp sword light that shook the heavens and the earth.

Twenty-eight weapon patterns were formed, the sword was refined, and the sword spirit was born!

When the ten Dragon Tooth Swords were completed, Li Mu's mind moved, and he threw them one by one to the top of Wanjian Mountain.

In an instant, the entire Wanjian Mountain seemed to be awakened by an invisible force, and the originally circling group of seven-level Taoist swords seemed to sense the addition of a new member. The sound of swords rose and fell, resounding through the sky.

With the integration of the ten Dragon Fang Dao Swords, the sword intent of Wanjian Mountain instantly boiled to the extreme, and an unprecedented sharp and domineering aura spread, even the space trembled. These ten swords, like ten kings, led the other Dao Swords to jointly construct a sword intent field, which enveloped the entire Wanjian Mountain, making this area a holy land of swords and an ocean of sword intent.

One thousand five hundred Taoist swords, including the ten Dragon Tooth Taoist swords, formed a spectacular sword formation in the sky above Wanjian Mountain. The sword tips pointed to the sky and the sword tails touched the ground, like a giant dragon made up of swords, winding and circling, with an extremely magnificent momentum.

Wanjian Mountain gathers the sword intent of 1,500 Taoist swords, and the mountain itself begins to undergo an unprecedented transformation. The originally steady and heavy mountain seems to be given life at this moment. As the sword intent flows, there is a faint flash of sword light on the surface of the rock, as if thousands of sword blades are inlaid on it, shining brightly.

As the sword intent continued to condense and sublimate, a huge sword-shaped totem slowly emerged on the top of Wanjian Mountain. It was the ultimate embodiment of the sword intent and also the symbol of the spirit of Wanjian Mountain. In the totem, the dragon-shaped spiritual pattern and the sword pattern intertwined, forming a shocking picture, as if some divine creature was awakening and was about to soar into the sky. (End of this chapter)