Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

As the sword-shaped totem gradually solidified, the space around Wanjian Mountain was distorted, and a powerful aura emanated from the depths of the mountain. It was the ultimate charm of kendo and the essence of sword intent accumulated over the years. This aura caused the surrounding chaotic energy to retreat, as if some unspeakable power was brewing.

Li Mu was floating in the air in front of Wanjian Mountain, his eyes as sharp as torches. He had already felt that Wanjian Mountain was undergoing a transformation. The sword intent of 1,500 seventh-level Taoist swords was being integrated into it and cleansed, causing a qualitative change from quantitative change. Wanjian Mountain was about to be promoted.

Above the sword-shaped totem, the dragon-shaped spiritual patterns and sword patterns intertwined more and more densely, bursting out with dazzling sword light, and then merged together and sank into the body of Wanjianshan.

The next moment, the dark mountain body of Wanjian Mountain began to peel off, and pieces of it were carved by sword intent, forming countless delicate sword patterns. The silvery and bright mountain body like a mirror gradually revealed itself. Those sword patterns were not just decorations, they contained endless sword intent and extremely pervasive sword energy.

Wanjian Mountain seemed to come alive, and powerful sword energy gushed out from the mountain and soared into the sky. A huge sword intent field was formed in an instant, completely enveloping Wanjian Mountain.

Then, Wanjian Mountain was completely transformed. The dark mountain was completely peeled off, revealing the dazzling sword veins hidden underneath. It was like a giant dragon formed by countless sharp swords, winding and circling above the mountain.

Ten thousand Seven Spirit Swords on the Wanjian Mountain flew out from the mountain one after another, and they seemed to have been upgraded as the swords rang out in unison, with sword intent rising. They turned into bright sword lights, flew out of the mountain, circling and intertwining excitedly around the Wanjian Mountain. They danced in the air, as if announcing the successful promotion of the Wanjian Mountain to the world.

The damaged fifth-level spirit swords and broken sixth-level spirit swords were nourished and repaired one after another following the advancement of Ten Thousand Swords. The cracks on the swords gradually healed and their light reappeared, as if they had also undergone a transformation and were promoted to higher-level existences.

Ten thousand spirit swords seemed to have gained new life. They danced happily in the air. Together with the ten thousand seven spirit swords, they decorated the entire chaotic space with dazzling brilliance.

As for the 1,500 seventh-order Taoist swords, they seemed to be integrated into one, becoming the object surrounded by the fifth-order and sixth-order spiritual swords. The core of the Wanjian Mountain also exuded an unprecedented level of sword intent.

Li Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Wan Jian Shan's "celebration" with joy without interrupting him. With his innate magical power - identifying all spirits, all the attributes of Wan Jian Shan, which had successfully advanced to the eighth-level extreme Taoist weapon, were presented before him.

【Wanjian Mountain】

[Rank: Eighth-rank Extreme Dao Soldier]

[Features: Dragon Vein Sword Spine, Endless Sword Will, Clear Sword Heart, Sword Realm, Sword Path Peak, Sword Hearts Connected, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Commanding Ten Thousand Swords]

[Status: Successfully promoted to the eighth-level extreme realm Taoist soldier, weapon spirit transformed. ]

[Based on the seventh-level spiritual ore - meteorite crystal core, with ten thousand high-level sword spirits as sacrifices, it absorbed and integrated the sword essence of one thousand five hundred seventh-level Dao swords. The sword spine appeared, the sword veins condensed, and the sword essence was like a dragon, winding and circling, achieving an eighth-level extreme Dao weapon. This weapon weighs more than 100 million pounds, the sword domain is boundless, and ten thousand swords bow down. ]

Wanjian Mountain sensed its master's gaze, and it quickly called upon all the ten thousand spiritual swords to return to their positions.

At the top of Wanjian Mountain, a dazzling light suddenly burst out, and an ancient and solemn atmosphere spread out. As the light gradually converged, a figure slowly walked out of Wanjian Mountain. It was the spirit of Wanjian Mountain, and at this moment it had transformed into a burly man in a tight black suit with well-defined muscles. He carried a giant heavy sword on his back that matched his body shape perfectly. On the sword body, there was a faint sword light flowing. The man was like a heavy sword, steady and unstoppable.

The black-clothed man had eyes that were deep, like two sword pools that could see into people's hearts. He slowly raised his head and looked at Li Mu who was floating in the air. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes flashed with endless gratitude and admiration.

"Jianshan, meet the master!"

"Jianshan has been promoted to the eighth level of the ultimate Dao weapon. From now on, your will will be the direction of my sword."

The man in black walked up to Li Mu, his deep voice carrying endless gratitude and loyalty to Li Mu. He bowed slightly in the air. Although the movement was small, it was full of solemnity and piety.

"Okay, okay! It's your chance to be able to advance so quickly!" Li Mu nodded happily, and was a little surprised at the form that the Wanjianshan spirit had transformed into.

The weapon spirits take on different shapes, each with its own characteristics. The weapon spirit of the Huajie Baofu is a five-colored real dragon, the Chaos Spirit Banner is a small gray whale, and the Wanjianshan is a male cultivator holding a sword. These are rather peculiar, but also very close to the essence of sword cultivation.

"I still need to retreat for a while, you should return to your body first!"

Li Mu looked at the spirit of Wanjian Mountain and gave instructions with a smile.

"Yes, Master."

Wan Jianshan gladly accepted the order. The next moment, his figure began to blur and turned into a silver hill, shrinking rapidly. Then he flew towards Li Mu and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows, disappearing without a trace.

Li Mu took out two bottles of elixirs from the Tianxuan Ring and poured out two "Jade Dew Pills" that could restore his true essence, quickly replenishing his true essence that was almost exhausted due to drawing talismans. He then poured out two "Taixuan Qingshen Pills" and swallowed them without hesitation to relieve the mental fatigue and mana loss caused by long-term refining.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a warm force flowed through Li Mu's body, nourishing his true energy and soul, and gradually restoring the color of his face, which had turned slightly pale due to refining the weapon.

Three months passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, the Xuantian Sword Sect had reached the day of opening the ancestral altar.

On this day, the entire Xuantian Sword Sect was immersed in a solemn and sacred atmosphere. In the sect square, several elders were lined up neatly, with awe and uneasiness on their faces.

In the sky, colorful auspicious clouds gathered again, and there were countless rays of light, as if the heaven and earth were preparing for this grand event. As a distant and deep bell sounded, Old Man Xuantian led the three Taoist Lords and the elders slowly towards the ancestral altar.

On the altar, an ancient altar stood quietly, engraved with mysterious spiritual patterns. Old man Xuantian walked to the altar, took a deep breath, then took out the Xuantian sword from his waist, slowly raised it above his head, and placed it on the altar.

The Xuantian Sword is the sword of the founder of the Xuantian Sword Sect. It is the certification of the identity of each Xuantian Sword Sect leader, and is also an indispensable key to opening the Patriarch Altar and contacting the Patriarch of the Upper Realm. When the tip of the Xuantian Sword touched a specific spiritual pattern in the center of the altar, the entire altar suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and an ancient and powerful aura instantly spread, making everyone in the entire sect square feel a shock from the depths of their souls.

In the light, the spiritual patterns on the altar seemed to be activated and began to flow slowly, releasing an indescribable power. This power seemed to resonate with the Xuantian Sword, and seemed to be connected with the history and heritage of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Old man Xuantian had a solemn expression on his face. He clasped his hands together, moved his lips up and down, chanted a spell, and poured a huge amount of true energy into the altar. Soon, the light on the altar became stronger and stronger, and the Xuantian sword seemed to be injected with powerful power. The patterns on the sword flickered and released bursts of sword energy, which complemented the light on the altar.

Just when the spell reached its most intense point, a tiny crack suddenly appeared in the center of the altar, and then an illusory and dazzling spirit mirror slowly emerged. The spirit mirror emitted a soft but dazzling light, as if it could see through everything in the world, and seemed to be connected to another distant world.

The image in the mirror gradually became clear, showing a vast and boundless fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist - the Fairyland. That was the holy land where the upper realm - Xuantian Sword Sect was located. In the picture, amidst the clouds and mist, towering palaces were suspended in the air, surrounded by fairy air, and spirit beasts were soaring. It was a peaceful and sacred scene.

In the deepest part of the palace, a young man dressed in white with long hair finally appeared in the mirror. His eyes were deep and full of vicissitudes, and his brows revealed endless majesty.

"Spiritual Realm, Xuantian Sword! Are you the current leader of Xuantian Sword Sect?"

The young man's voice was like the sound of nature, passing through the barrier of the void, echoing clearly around the altar, and reaching the ears of Elder Xuantian, the three Dao Lords Chen Qingxuan, and a group of elders from the sect.

"Are you the great-uncle of Master Taixuan?"

Elder Xuantian was cheered up and quickly bowed, his tone full of excitement and admiration. Chen Qingxuan, the three Taoist Lords and a group of sect elders behind him also saluted. The whole square was filled with solemnity.

"I didn't expect you could still recognize me. The spiritual world and the immortal world have been closed for ten thousand years, and the lower world is no longer in contact with the upper world. I didn't expect to see someone from the lower sect of the spiritual world again today." Taixuan's face remained solemn, and his calm voice crossed the boundaries of time and space through the spirit mirror and was clearly heard by everyone.

"Reporting to my great-grandmaster, it is not that I am unwilling to contact the sect in the upper realm and set up an altar to communicate with the upper realm. It will be a heavy burden on the Xuantian Sword and will damage its foundation. Therefore, I dare not open it easily unless it is absolutely necessary." There was a hint of helplessness in the tone of old man Xuantian, but it also revealed his cherishment and awe for the sect's treasure, the Xuantian Sword.

"Oh! Then why do we have to open the altar again this time?" Tai Xuan responded woodenly and asked indifferently.

"Reporting in reply, Great-grandmaster, the forces of the Demon Abyss have invaded our world with the intention of destroying the sealing formation of the Three Realms. We have briefly disrupted the actions of the Demon Abyss, but the Demon Abyss will never give up, and the next offensive will be even more fierce. I am worried that it will be difficult to resist the invasion of the Demon Abyss with our own strength. Now, the spiritual world is facing the crisis of spiritual energy depletion, so I have no choice but to open the altar and ask the ancestors of the upper realm for guidance and help the Sword Sect of the Spirit World to overcome the crisis." Old Man Xuantian lowered his posture and responded respectfully.

Hearing this, Taixuan's eyes became deeper and he nodded slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Uncle-master, when the altar is opened this time, I would like to ask, my great-master, Old Master Xuanzhen, he..." Seeing that Taixuan did not respond for a long time, Old Man Xuantian hurriedly continued to ask.

Tai Xuan's unchanging expression condensed slightly, and the gaze in his eyes seemed to penetrate the boundaries of time and space and return to the distant past. After a while, he replied: "Your master-Xuan Zhen, uh, he has been immortal for many years."

After hearing this, Old Man Xuantian, the Dao Lords and the sect elders behind him all froze.

Grandmaster Xuan Zhen was the last cultivator from the Spirit Realm - Xuan Tian Sword Sect to ascend to the Immortal Spirit Realm. His ascension meant that Xuan Tian Sword Sect had lost another layer of direct connection and protection in the Immortal Spirit Realm.

"I already know about this matter. I will send people to investigate the sealing formation and the movements of the Demon Abyss forces. If the formation is really broken and the spiritual world is in trouble, I will not sit idly by. You can rest assured!" Taixuan seemed to be aroused by a trace of human touch, and promised everyone.

After getting the promise from Great-grandmaster Taixuan, Elder Xuantian and the other elders finally felt relieved. They knew that even though Great-grandmaster Xuanzhen had passed away, the power of the Xuantian Sword Sect in the upper realm was still their strong backing.

"Thank you, uncle-master!" Old Man Xuantian bowed again, his tone full of gratitude.

Taixuan nodded, his figure gradually blurred in the spirit mirror and finally disappeared. The light on the altar also gradually dimmed, and everything returned to calm.

At this time, in the Demonic Abyss Realm, a plan to break the Chaos Sealing Array was quietly launched.

After the Immortal Demon successfully persuaded the Immortal Emperor Tianfeng to cooperate in breaking the Chaos Sealing Array, and jointly suppress the human race and eliminate the human cultivators who practiced the Great Way of Chaos, he began to take action.

At the same time, the Black Vulture Demon has completed the collection of the Essence-Devouring Demon Ants. The Essence-Devouring Demon Ants are sixth-order demon insects, born with powerful soul-devouring powers. They are pitch black all over, like the purest darkness in the middle of the night, emitting a faint blue light. This blue light is a manifestation of the soul-devouring power in their bodies, which is both mysterious and dangerous.

Although the Devouring Demon Ants were small, each one contained amazing power. Their heads were triangular, with sharp tips like cones, which they used to pierce and absorb spiritual energy. Their eyes were two tiny red beads, flashing with cunning and greedy light, as if they could see through all the spiritual energy.

Their bodies are covered with a thin layer of carapace, which is not only extremely hard, but can also resist spell attacks to a certain extent. Their legs are like six tiny blades, which can move quickly on any terrain, whether it is rock, sand or void.

When the Devouring Demon Ants gather together, they release a special energy wave that can interfere with the surrounding space structure, allowing them to pass through space with almost no obstacles. At the same time, this wave can also strengthen the connection between them, allowing them to form a tighter formation when attacking and exert greater power.

At this time, the Black Eagle Demon stood on the abyss of the Demonic Abyss, with hundreds of millions of Yuan-devouring Demon Ants behind him. They were like a rolling black ocean, covering the sky tightly.

"What a good idea! Where did you get so many Yuan-devouring Demon Ants? They are not so easy to cultivate!" The Immortal Demon looked at the black ocean that covered the sky and the sun behind the Black Eagle Demon, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he praised.

"Your methods are not bad either. You actually convinced Tianfeng to cooperate with you." A smug smile appeared on the Black Eagle Demon's lips. He looked at the Immortal Demon with a hint of surprise in his eyes and said in confusion.

"Don't ask any more questions. Let's get started!" The Immortal Demon God waved his hand, interrupting the Black Eagle Demon God's words. He looked solemnly into the distance, in the direction of the Chaos Sealing Array. (End of this chapter)