Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

The three-headed giant demon's rage and mental storm turned the mountain forest upside down, but several days later, it was all in vain. The aura of the nine-tailed snow fox seemed to have been completely erased by heaven and earth, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The initial rage was gradually replaced by a deeper unease—such a precious treasure had escaped right under their noses, and what would happen if the Demon Saint found out…

Deep in the dense forest, the giant tree demon shrank its massive body, transforming into an old man with a withered face, clad in dark green bark armor, though three tightly closed vertical lines on his forehead revealed a fierce expression.

In the dark green river, a heavy carapace sank to the bottom, and a burly man carrying a huge carapace on his back and with arms like claws broke out of the water, his face ashen.

As the sky-covering cloud of insects dissipated, the giant purplish-black bee at its core transformed into a gaunt, sinister man with eyes composed of countless tiny compound eyes, his aura still carrying an unsettling buzzing sound.

When the three of them gathered together, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.

"It can't be hidden!" The old man with the tree bark said in a hoarse and dry voice, the vertical lines on his forehead twitching uneasily: "The Demon Saint has eyes that see through all realms, this matter... will reach the Demon Saint's ears sooner or later."

The armored giant irritably swung his massive pincers, creating a whistling sound: "That nine-tailed fox demon's aura is so pure, it must be royal blood that has been lost to the outside world! This... this should be a tremendous achievement! But that human cultivator..."

"What's the use of saying all this!" The compound-eyed man interrupted coldly, his countless compound eyes flashing with calculating light: "Instead of waiting for the Demon Saint to realize his mistake, why not... take the initiative to plead guilty and say that the human possessed a heaven-defying treasure that escaped, catching us off guard, and perhaps... reduce our punishment."

The other two remained silent for a moment, their eyes filled with resentment and fear, but in the end they could only nod with difficulty. This was the only way to possibly save their lives.

Without further hesitation, the three unleashed their secret techniques, sending a divine thought, a mixture of fear and awe, through layers of space towards the most central and revered place in the demon realm—the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Demons is not a single peak, but a magnificent mountain range suspended in the heavens, shrouded in eternal radiance. At the heart of the mountain range, a palace, seemingly carved entirely from dark red crystal, stands silently, deep within its walls.

On the throne, a figure leaned lazily.

His face was breathtakingly handsome, his long hair flowing like black jade, casually draped over his shoulders, a few strands falling onto his dark brocade robe inlaid with fragments of stars. Behind him—nine long fox tails, displaying a deep hue of interwoven dark gold and crimson, like solidified lava and flowing dark gold. At the end of each fox tail, a wisp of dark red flame, seemingly capable of scorching the soul, flickered silently.

His eyes were closed, as if he were dozing, and a strand of dark golden hair was unconsciously twirling around his fingertips. The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, except for the flames at the ends of the nine fox tails, which burned silently in the stillness.

Suddenly, a wave of divine thought, mixed with trembling, awe, and anxiety, cautiously penetrated the palace's barrier and entered the throne.

The contents of the divine thought were clearly reflected in the Demon Saint's mind—about the fleeting, incredibly pure aura of the nine-tailed snow fox, about the mysterious human cultivator, about the heaven-defying spatial treasure that could instantly devour everything without leaving a trace...

On the throne, the Demon Saint's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

There was no earth-shattering outburst of momentum, no angry roar.

Just open your eyes.

Om-!
Throughout the core area of ​​the Myriad Demon Sacred Mountain, all the great demons who had reached a certain level felt as if their hearts were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand! Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and the omnipresent demonic energy suddenly solidified, then, as if in submission, bowed deeply towards the dark red crystal palace!

The space inside the palace rippled and folded violently like water! The light was pulled and twisted wildly, weaving a chaotic and bizarre scene behind the demon saint.

The flames at the ends of the nine dark gold and crimson fox tails suddenly surged several feet, their color changing from dark red to dazzling blazing white! The terrifying high temperature had not yet dissipated, and the space emitted a faint groan of unbearable strain, with hair-thin black cracks appearing.

His eyes were pure golden vertical pupils, as cold as ancient ice, and as deep as if they could devour stars. Wherever his gaze fell, the three ninth-tier demon kings transmitting his divine sense, even from billions of miles away, felt their demon souls being thrown into a demon-burning furnace, instantly frozen and scorched by his supreme majesty!
"Nine-tailed... Snow Fox?" A deep, calm voice, which made even the laws of heaven and earth tremble, slowly echoed in the hall, like muffled thunder rolling through every corner.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, landing precisely on the forest that had been plowed countless times by the three demons and was now a scene of devastation.

At that very instant, at the edge of that ravaged woodland, a tiny speck of dust, blending into the eerie atmosphere, was deep within.

The Chaos Treasure Palace was a world unto itself, isolated from all laws. Li Mu suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and an unprecedentedly sharp light burst forth from the depths of his pupils.

Beside her, Xue'er, who was meditating cross-legged, suddenly shivered. An indescribable, icy, and peculiar spiritual force, originating from the deepest part of her bloodline, swept through her body without warning, instantly waking her. Her nine snow-white fox tails bristled in response, each hair standing on end! She looked around blankly: "Brother Li, what happened? It seems, it seems..."

Li Mu frowned, sensing the icy pressure that reached the depths of his soul. It was no illusion; it was an absolute will that looked down upon all living beings and disregarded life and death, carrying a terrifying insight that pierced through illusion.

The spatial barrier of the Treasure Mansion remained as sturdy as ever, isolating it from external laws and probing. However, this gaze, originating from the source of bloodline, was like an invisible cold needle, piercing the tranquility within the Treasure Mansion.

"Xue'er, don't panic, it's alright!" Li Mu smiled slightly, casually waved his hand, and the chaotic power surged out, instantly suppressing Xue'er's almost out-of-control bloodline throbbing. With his other hand, he spread his five fingers, palm down, and silently pressed it onto the ground at the core of the Chaos Treasure Palace.

hum-

The entire chaotic space, no bigger than a speck of dust, suddenly lit up with a stable sea of ​​chaos, which rapidly spread to every corner of the spatial barrier. The already deep chaotic halo on the outer wall of the Treasure Mansion became restrained and heavy, like a stubborn rock thrown into the deep sea, locking away the last trace of spiritual energy that might leak out, and isolating it from the cold probing that seemed to come from the heavens above.

With Li Mu's comforting words, Xue'er's bristling fox tail slowly retracted, and her body gradually returned to its original state.

"Brother Li... what was that just now? It was such a terrifying feeling... it felt like... it felt like my entire bone marrow was going to freeze..." Xue'er asked in shock, still shaken.

It was a fear stemming from the instinct for survival, imprinted deep in the blood, irresistible.

"It's alright, it's just an ancient demon, its cultivation level is above that of a demon emperor, and it even has some connection to you!" Li Mu smiled slightly and quickly reassured him.

"What does this have to do with me?" Xue'er asked, slightly taken aback. "Like you, he's a nine-tailed celestial fox, only his cultivation level is several levels higher than yours!" Li Mu asked with a smile, teasingly, "How about it, want to meet your fellow clansman?"

"No! That thought is too terrible. I don't want to see him at all. If I cultivate in this realm, Xue'er's cultivation level will soon surpass his!" Xue'er refused without hesitation, speaking firmly and resolutely.

"Hmm! If you won't see me, then don't. Focus on your cultivation and strive to advance to the next level as soon as possible!" Li Mu laughed heartily, waved his hand to enhance the concealment effect of the Chaos Treasure Palace, transforming into a grain of sand invisible to the naked eye. Then, he calmed his mind and continued to immerse himself in the Chaos Great Dao, adapting to the power changes of breaking through the realm.

Inside the dark red crystal palace of the Ten Thousand Demon Sacred Mountain.

Those pure golden vertical pupils slowly swept across billions of miles of void, and wherever their gaze fell, space silently twisted and folded. The raging divine sense, like countless invisible tentacles, instantly covered the ravaged forest, penetrating every inch of soil, sweeping over every withered leaf, and even tracing back the ripples of the river of time, capturing the energy remnants from several days ago.

However, all clues about the nine-tailed snow fox were abruptly severed at the edge of the forest, as if cut off by the sharpest blade.

That pure aura, so potent it stirred even the depths of his blood, along with the traces of the human cultivator and the mysterious spatial artifact, vanished without a trace. It was as if they had never existed, or as if an invisible hand had completely erased them from the records of this world.

Only the divine thoughts transmitted by the three ninth-tier demon kings, filled with extreme fear, still retained the warmth of the real events.

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Nine-tailed snow fox... a royal bloodline that has been lost to the outside world?
Behind the Nine-Tailed Demon Saint, the nine dark gold and crimson fox tails had blazing white flames at their tips, which silently scorched the surrounding space, creating more fine black cracks. These cracks twisted and spread like living things, only to be quickly repaired by the radiant light flowing within the palace, in an endless cycle.

The deep voice rang out again, like ice rubbing together, each word carrying the weight of freezing the soul: "Search."

Without a goal, without a direction, there was only a cold command that pierced through endless space and was imprinted deep in the minds of the three demon kings: "Search this world thoroughly, turn every inch of the void upside down, to find her, or... find traces of that treasure."

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's gaze pierced through the thick barrier of the Chaos Treasure Palace, landing on a void. His deep golden vertical pupils remained cold, yet now held a hint of... pure, unquestionable possessiveness.

The next moment, the Nine-Tailed Demon Saint stood up, stepped out, and then, with a slight movement of the nine tails, he disappeared from the spot.

Wearing a black brocade robe inlaid with fragments of stars, her long, jet-black hair moved without wind, and nine dark gold and crimson fox tails swayed gently behind her like solidified lava and flowing dark gold, with blazing white flames burning silently at their tips. Wherever she passed, she left scorched black marks in the space, which then slowly healed. The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint had personally descended.

He stepped into the void, and the broken rocks, fallen giant trees, dried-up dark green poisonous water... all the mess beneath his feet seemed to be smoothed and solidified by an invisible force the moment he landed, losing all vitality and turning into a stain on a deathly silent backdrop.

Those pure golden vertical pupils swept coldly across the land that had been repeatedly plowed.

The violent storm of divine thoughts ceased, replaced by a more refined and terrifying "observation".

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's gaze unfolded with "extreme microscopic penetration," his vision transforming into billions of invisible probes that pierced into every speck of dust, dissecting every wisp of residual energy, and even capturing the flow of spiritual energy in this area and the faint ripples left in the river of time.

The wind stopped; the chirping of insects and the singing of birds were completely silent, even the floating dust seemed to freeze in the air.

Time and space in the entire area seemed to have been paused, leaving only the descending figure "reading" the records left by this world.

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's gaze slowly shifted to the void where the Chaos Treasure Palace's dust was located. He did not directly "see" the Chaos Treasure Palace, but a cold golden light flickered slightly in his golden vertical pupils.

He raised a long, slender hand, his fingers spread wide, and gently brushed it across the area.

Without the eruption of spiritual power or the roar of laws, the space rippled with layers of extremely subtle, transparent ripples along the path his fingertips traced. These ripples were not destructive, but rather "combing"—combing the "flow" of all energy, matter, and even the threads of laws within that area.

The originally formless and intangible, naturally flowing spiritual energy of heaven and earth, under the guidance of this force, revealed clear patterns, much like a frozen stream.

Most of the threads are in complete disarray, filled with the lingering, violent demonic power left behind by the three-headed giant demon, the shattered aura of wood spirits, and the filthy traces of water poison... like a painting carelessly smeared by a naughty child.

However, at the very core of that area—corresponding to the location of the Chaos Treasure Palace's dust particles—all the manifested spiritual veins strangely showed an absolute "breakpoint"!
Like a rushing river, upon reaching this point, all the water, silt, and even the riverbed itself vanished into thin air. It wasn't cut off, nor blocked, but utterly nothingness! The edge of the break was incredibly smooth, forming a startling contrast with the surrounding chaotic and violent traces of spiritual energy.

It's like a dot being forcibly removed from a complete painting, leaving behind an absolutely empty, perfectly smooth hole.

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's gaze was firmly fixed on that tiny "breakpoint." For the first time, the cold indifference in his pure golden vertical pupils was replaced by an extremely subtle "focus."

"I see."

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's deep voice, like ice beads rolling onto a jade plate, echoed in this deathly silent space, carrying a sense of understanding, and even more so, a...pure interest.

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's fingertips twitched again, and an even more refined and concentrated probing power, like an invisible probe, precisely pierced the spatial coordinates of that "breakpoint".

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint's fingertip hovered in the void, his golden vertical pupils slightly narrowed. He could clearly feel that his probing power had struck an invisible wall that was constantly twisting, devouring, yet indestructible.

The wall's nature was extremely strange; it wasn't simply a defense, but more like a... denial of "non-existence." The deeper his power penetrated, the purer the sense of "nothingness" fed back from the "breakpoint" became, as if the place itself were a vacuum of laws, a graveyard of all things.

“Interesting…” The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two words.

The Nine-Tailed Demon Saint reached out and flicked his wrist, his boundless divine sense surging directly into the grain of sand into which spiritual energy was continuously flowing. It was none other than a grain of sand disguised as the Chaos Treasure Palace. He gestured, "Gotcha. You hid so well. Come out!" (End of Chapter)