Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

"tasty."

The Flame Owl Demon God licked his fangs, feeling the thoroughly refined essence of the strange tree blending into his own magic fire, bringing with it a hint of cold and slippery energy.

The paleness and wriggling purple blood threads on the right half of the body faded away like the tide, and the dark body of the demon god took the dominant position again, and the suffocating heat and destructive breath surged again.

Thirty-six red bone spurs slowly retracted into the body, leaving behind burn marks so deep that the bones could be seen, but they quickly healed under the licking of the demonic flames, as if they had never appeared.

Inside the body, the black and white fish-shaped devil source became more condensed, and as it swam, it completely crushed and assimilated the last bit of stubborn gray-white poison.

The embers of victory burned in his chest. After a hundred thousand years of hard training and nine tribulations, how could a mere corrupt thought from an unknown and strange place shake him?
The tree of the treacherous path? It was just a gift delivered to his doorstep, helping him to explore a corner of the secrets of the forbidden treacherous path.

The left eye of the Demon God Yanxiao was burning with the afterglow of the Chaos Starburst. Although his right eye had regained its deep demon pupil, there was a very faint, almost imperceptible gray-white mark in the depths of his pupil, which was quietly settling like sand at the bottom of the water.

That was the icy mark of the origin of the strange tree that remained after the tree's will was completely refined, along with incomprehensible mutterings.

Just as the Demon God Yanxiao's mind was slightly relaxed, his demon body was about to complete the final reconstruction, and the source of the extreme devil was about to return to perfection.

"Zi!"

An extremely slight sound, like wet wood being slowly squeezed, did not come from the outside, but from the core of his source of extreme magic! The light at the core of the black and white fish fire, which had just completely refined the poison and appeared extremely condensed and powerful, suddenly dimmed for a moment!
The whole body of the Demon God Yanxiao was shaking violently, and the ferocious smile on his face after devouring a powerful enemy froze instantly.

It was not from the refined will of the strange tree, that thing had indeed been completely annihilated.

This strange feeling... came from deeper inside, from the foundation of his origin! From the seed of the source of the ultimate devil that was briefly touched and absorbed by the roots of the strange tree!
The cunningness of the Tree of Tricksters is far beyond imagination. Its final roar is not a curse of despair, but the fuse that activates the final trap! The process of it being devoured and refined is itself part of its final trick.

It disguised its most refined, obscure, and completely simulated the breath of the Flame Owl Demon God's Ultimate Demon Source, a wisp of "Dao Seed Illusion", as refined energy, and silently planted it into the core of the Flame Owl Demon God's Ultimate Demon Source!
That strand of "false seed" has long lost its original form. It has no fixed shape, no clear boundaries. It is like a drop of ink falling into clear water, or a poisonous snake blending into blood.

It was deeply entangled and assimilated with his own source of extreme magic! It was no longer an external invader, but became a part of his own source of extreme magic—a deformed part that was polluted, twisted, and endowed with the will of the strange tree!

The source of the devil that Yanxiao Devil God was proud of, which was enough to burn the stars, was like a raging fire encountering its own reflection when it touched this distorted area. Not only could it not burn it, but it was silently "imitated", "absorbed", and even "reversed"! His power, in turn, became the nutrient that nourished this distorted source of the devil!

What was even more terrifying was that the Flame Demon God felt that his cognition was being polluted. Some cold, cunning, and endlessly greedy fragments of thoughts that did not belong to him began to surge up from the depths of his source of extreme demons like mud at the bottom of the water, trying to cover and replace his original demon god will.

It felt like there was another "self" - a malicious "self" disguised by the will of the strange tree - quietly growing in the depths of his consciousness and trying to seize control.

This is not a simple parasitism, this is a strange transformation and possession! The Tree of Trickster sacrificed its "form", but planted the most core "trickster" and "meaning", like the most deadly virus, into the root of the existence of the Flame Owl Demon God.

The Flame Demon God didn't want to kill him immediately, but to tamper with his foundation, pollute his will, and eventually turn this arrogant Flame Demon God into a new body that carries his will! A more powerful and perfect "Tree of the Trickster"!
For the first time, the devil flame in the eyes of the Flame Owl Demon God wavered. It was not fear, but the huge shock and anger and a hint of cold chill from the depths of the source of the extreme devil when facing a trick that was completely beyond common sense and directly targeted the essence of existence.

The Demon God Yanxiao stared at the wall of the ancient temple in front of him, which was covered with living strange patterns and looked like the inner cavity of a giant tree. Every opening and closing pattern on the wall seemed to be silently mocking his victory just now.

The real refining has just begun, and the identities of prey and hunter have undergone a fatal reversal in silence.

"No...impossible!"

The Demon God Yanxiao roared in disbelief, trying to mobilize the magic fire to dispel this strange illusion.

The Demon God Yanxiao discovered with horror that the pure and blazing demonic source in his body that could burn everything now had a cold, vital, yet extremely evil aura at its core!
This breath was greedily sucking the power of his Source of Extreme Demon, just like real tree roots absorbing nutrients, and using this as nourishment to accelerate the lignification erosion of his entire world of Source of Extreme Demon!

The Flame Demon God looked down at his right arm - the arm that had just recovered and was covered with dark demonic flames, under the skin, fine, gray-white lines like tree rings began to emerge! Wherever the lines passed, the flesh and blood felt a strange numbness, as if it was losing consciousness and transforming into some kind of... terrifying existence.

The Flame Owl Demon God tried to make a fist, but the movement of his right hand was half a beat slower than that of his left arm, and the joints made a slight "creaking" sound, like the hinges of an old wooden door.

“Hahahaha…” The weird laughter that sounded like a crying baby did not come from the outside world, but directly sounded from the depths of his ultimate devil source, with endless mockery: “Think you have refined me? Idiot! I am you and you are me… Your devil source has long been my fertile soil! Your strength is just to provide more nutrients for my growth!”

The Demon God Yanxiao was filled with shock and anger, with the devil flame burning wildly in his left eye. He tried to look within to find the source of the evil and find out the root of the evil.

However, when the Flame Owl Demon God "looked" at his own Ultimate Demon Source Core, he saw a scene that made his soul tremble:

Originally symbolizing the origin of the ultimate devil fire, at its center, an extremely tiny, gray-white seedling had grown out at some point! The roots of the seedling were as thin as a hair, but extremely tenacious, piercing deep into the core of the Pisces, greedily absorbing the purest power of the devil's origin.

The edge of the Pisces Magic Source was being dyed with a layer of dead gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it showed a stiff, woody texture! Although the seedling was small, it exuded the same disgusting evil energy as the entire ancient palace. Every time it absorbed a bit of the source of the Flame Owl, it grew a little stronger, and at the same time, it injected more strange pollution into the magic source!

This is not a confrontation of energy at all, this is a forced transformation of life forms! The final killing move of the Tree of Trickster is not to seize the body, but to completely assimilate this powerful demon god, along with his source of extreme demons, his body, and his existence itself, into a new and more powerful "Tree of Trickster"!
"Get out!" The Flame Owl Demon God roared, shattering the void. The flames on his left arm instantly condensed into a sky-burning blade, and he stabbed at his own Dantian without hesitation - the source of the ultimate devil! He wanted to remove this poisonous seedling along with the contaminated part of the devil source!
However, the moment the Burning Sky Blade pierced into the body, the mutation regenerated!

The right arm of the Flame Demon God, which already had growth rings, suddenly rose up without his control, and his five fingers were like hooks, tightly grasping his left wrist! The power of his right arm was astonishingly great, and the gray and white lines under his skin burst into a dazzling light. A cold, tough, and restraining wood energy instantly invaded along his left wrist and madly wrapped around the Burning Sky Blade!

“It’s useless…” The strange seedling at the core of the source of the ultimate devil emitted a wave of joy: “Your resistance, your anger, your source of devil… are just fuel for my growth. Look, even your limbs have begun to recognize the new existence…”

The right arm tightly clamped the left arm, preventing the Burning Sky Blade from falling.

At the same time, the Flame Demon God felt his right leg begin to become heavy and stiff, and the skin at his ankle cracked, revealing the grayish-white inner substance that looked like rotten wood! The tree root network entrenched on the ground seemed to come alive, and several thick roots sprang up like poisonous snakes, wrapped around his right leg, and tried to spread throughout his body, trying to fix him completely on this "fertile soil".

The changes in the ancient temple were also intensifying. The wriggling vines began to spit out sticky juices with strong anesthetic and assimilation effects. The wooden textures on the walls opened and closed, emitting psychedelic spore dust.
The entire space was reverberating with increasingly clear rustling whispers, like the rubbing of billions of leaves, which madly attacked the consciousness of the Flame Owl Demon God, trying to undermine his will.

Internal and external troubles! The core of the source of the extreme devil was being parasitic and corroded, and the devil's body was being forced to transform into a strange tree that was neither alive nor dead. The entire environment turned into a nest full of malice towards him!
The left eye of the Demon God Yanxiao was as red as blood, and the demonic flames were burning madly in the left half of his body, resisting erosion and restraint, but the weirdness of the right half of his body was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it was spreading rapidly with the seedlings at the core of the source of the extreme devil as the source; the demon power that he was proud of, at this moment, became a catalyst for accelerating his own alienation!
The young seedling of the strange tree that was rooted in the core of his ultimate demonic source seemed to grow a little taller after devouring his angry demonic fire. Its grayish-white leaves swayed slightly, emitting an even stronger strange aura.

The body of the Yanxiao Demon God trembled, and his right arm had completely turned to wood, with gray and white tree veins spreading to his neck like a living thing. The flames of his left eye burned wildly, trying to suppress the changes in his body, but the seedling of the strange tree rooted in the core of the source of the extreme devil grew stronger and stronger, with roots penetrating every inch of his flesh and blood, greedily absorbing the essence of the demon god.

"Buzz!"

The residual image of the Yin-Yang fish that had not yet dissipated near the strange tree cat suddenly twisted, and two phantoms slowly emerged.

On the left, red flames flowed, and the outline of the Tianfeng Immortal Emperor gradually solidified. His wings became gray-white bone wings like dead branches, and every feather was dripping with mucus that corroded the void.

On the right side, the black ice condensed and the figure of the Jade Scale Immortal Emperor reappeared. The Jade Scale Armor was covered with wood cracks, and the gray-white Kirin horns were twisted and forked, like rotten tree branches, exuding a suffocating breath of death.

The two Immortal Emperors who had fallen and were the source of the ultimate evil were "reborn" in another form under the influence of the Tree of Evil.

"Nirvana is the guide, life and death is the bridge..." The thoughts of the strange tree seedling echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Yanxiao Demon God: "The Demon God Dao Fruit is just right to help the Dao Fruit be formed!"

"Click——"

The dome of the ancient temple was suddenly pierced by the tree of strangeness. Three extremely strange fruits grew at a speed visible to the naked eye and fell from the main branches at the same time.

The first one is shaped like a heart, with beating blood vessels all over its surface. Every contraction causes the space to tremble, as if it is devouring the law itself.

The second one was shaped like an infant, with strange light like stars flowing between its curled up limbs, and the mumbling of countless creatures could be vaguely heard.

The third one was actually an eyeball covered with bloodshot. Countless distorted worlds were reflected deep in the pupil. Just looking at it made people feel heartbroken.

The Flame Demon God was filled with shock and anger, but his roar turned into a rustling sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other - his throat had turned into wood! Looking down, his body below the chest had completely turned into a gray-white tree trunk, with roots deeply rooted in the ground, merging with the entire ancient temple.

What's even more terrifying is that when the heart-shaped Taoist fruit beat, the young seedlings of the strange tree within his source of the ultimate devil actually resonated with it, as if these three fruits were originally bred with the help of his devil god origin!

Countless compound eyes slowly opened on the inner wall of the tree cocoon, and in each eye, the different stages of the transformation of the Flame Owl Demon God were reflected - his demonic flames were being devoured, his source of extreme demonic power was being occupied, and his existence was being completely replaced by the Tree of the Path of Deception.

The seedling rooted in the core of his ultimate devil source has now grown into a towering tree. What droops from its branches are not leaves, but strings of crystals of the devil god's origin that are taking shape...

This terrifying demon god who had roamed the Demon Abyss for tens of thousands of years eventually became the most perfect cultivation tool for the Tree of Evil.

"Nutrients...are not enough..."

Billions of gray-white wooden tentacles suddenly pierced out from deep within the Flame Owl Demon's completely wooden throat, tearing the twisted declaration into flying spores. His vocal cords had long since turned into fibers shaped like tree rings, and what was vibrating at this moment was no longer language, but a frequency of hunger that resonated throughout the ancient temple.

The Trickster Tree grew rapidly, its huge body occupying the entire ancient temple, waving countless branches and spreading strange white robes around. Those robes were not fabrics, but projections of will condensed from gray-white energy, and each strand contained a trace of the core of the Trickster Tree - it was its seed, an extension of its will, and its messenger of disaster and alienation.

These strange white robes floated in the air, as light and silent as ghosts, but with a palpitating sense of oppression. They had no fixed form, sometimes spreading like mist, sometimes condensing into human-shaped outlines, as if they could open their non-existent eyes at any time and look at a planet with life in the nearby star field.

"Go."

A deep and ethereal voice came from the depths of the tree. It was not a word, but a command that was imprinted directly into the void. (End of this chapter)