Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Li Mu's gaze swept across the faces of the nine Great Sages, taking in their apprehension, aloofness, and even a hint of barely perceptible fear. His lips seemed to twitch slightly, yet perhaps not.

"Okay." One word, crisp and decisive.

The nine great demon saints' taut demonic power faltered slightly, not expecting him to receive such a swift and satisfying reward.

Li Mu stopped looking at them, raised his right hand, and the ancient Chaos Treasure Palace appeared in his palm, its light swirling.

"open."

The mansion gates opened silently, and three figures shot out from them, landing beside Li Mu.

Lin Xiaolun's eyes sparkled as she curiously surveyed the shattered starry sky around her. Tie Tou and Da Niu were both burly men with calm, restrained auras, carrying a profound weight that came from the baptism of chaos. When they saw Li Mu, their eyes lit up with joy.

"Teacher!" the three exclaimed in unison.

Li Mu looked at them, his voice calm and even: "The Ghost Clan has appeared in this world, and chaos is about to descend. I must leave to find a way to break this deadlock." He paused, "Are you willing to leave with me?"

Tie Tou grinned and pounded his fist on his chest: "Wherever the teacher goes, Tie Tou will go!"

Da Niu, in a deep, muffled voice, uttered only two words: "Follow."

Lin Xiaolun's eyes darted around, glancing at the nine terrifying Great Saints in the distance, then at Li Mu, and said crisply, "Of course I'll go with Master!"

“Yes, go and say goodbye to your parents!” Li Mu nodded, indicating.

Lin Xiaolun and the other two transformed into streaks of light and flew towards Tianyong City. In the starry sky, the nine Great Sages stood silently, their gazes following the three departing streaks of light until they disappeared into the distant, vibrant planet.

Li Mu withdrew his gaze and focused it back on the nine Great Saints of the Demon Clan, reminding them, "I can leave. But there's one thing I must say."

The Golden Roc Great Sage narrowed his golden eyes slightly, while the Nine Heavens Great Sage's nine tails shimmered with illusory light. The other Great Sages stirred with demonic power, focusing their attention on the attack.

“Treat the human race of this world well,” Li Mu said, his words as firm as stone, reminding him: “Let bygones be bygones. Do not resort to violence again.”

The molten lava on the surface of the Crimson Hou Great Sage paused, and the illusory image of the Xuanwu Great Sage's giant shield solidified. The Nine Sages remained silent, neither responding nor refuting. The power Li Mu displayed and the terror of that strange race forced them to reconsider many things.

Li Mu ignored their response and continued, "The Ghost Clan has shown their presence, so their target is no longer just me. This realm is already caught in their net, and even if I leave, the Ghost Clan may not let this realm go."

A flicker of emotion flashed in the sharp eyes of the Golden Roc Great Sage.

“If the strange tree appears in the world, things cannot be done,” Li Mu paused, and a gray, chaotic mark silently emerged from his fingertip, slowly drifting towards the Golden Roc Great Sage, indicating, “Activate this mark, and I will return.”

The mark was simple and unadorned, yet it seemed to contain a chaotic vortex within, exuding a heavy Daoist aura.

The Golden Roc Great Sage's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at the chaotic mark hovering in front of him. The golden light at the edges of his feathers exploded silently, and the sharp aura tore through the surrounding space. He neither reached out to catch it nor dodged it, but stared intently at the mark, as if weighing the weight and cause and effect contained within it.

Li Mu did not linger. With a slight movement, he took a step and disappeared from the sight of the nine Great Sages.

In the next instant, he appeared above Tianyong City. The vast city stretched out below, densely populated, unaware of the dramatic changes taking place deep within the starry sky.

On the city wall, three figures were bidding farewell to several other figures with imposing auras. Lin Xiaolun's eyes were slightly red as she held a woman's hand, while Tie Tou and Da Niu were also whispering something to their relatives.

Li Mu's arrival was silent. He hovered high in the sky, quietly watching the brief farewell below.

Lin Xiaolun seemed to sense something and looked up. Tie Tou and Da Niu also noticed immediately.

"Teacher." Lin Xiaolun gave his mother a final hug, whispered a few words, and then flew up with Tie Tou and Da Niu, landing in front of Li Mu.

"Is everything ready?" Li Mu asked.

The three nodded, their faces showing the complex emotions of parting, but their eyes were filled with unwavering determination as they looked at Li Mu.

Li Mu said no more, raised his right hand, and the ancient Chaos Treasure Palace reappeared in his palm, shimmering with a faint light. "Open."

The mansion gates opened silently, and a gentle yet powerful suction force enveloped the three of them.

Lin Xiaolun and the other two took one last look at their loved ones on the city wall below, then relaxed their bodies, transformed into three streams of light, and entered the ancient gate. The gate closed, the mansion shrank, and disappeared into Li Mu's palm.

Li Mu took one last look at the magnificent human city, his gaze sweeping over the figures gazing up at him from the city walls. Without uttering a word, his figure suddenly rose higher, soaring straight into the heavens!

His speed increased rapidly, and space behind him twisted and blurred. He shot towards the end of this world's sky like an arrow released from a bow.

"Om-!"

When he touched that invisible barrier of the world, the chaotic energy around him suddenly erupted, crashing against the barrier like a tidal wave. The solid barrier groaned, and was forcibly torn open by the power of chaos, revealing the dark and boundless void turbulence outside.

Li Mu stepped into the crevice, his figure disappearing into the chaotic darkness.

Behind them, the crack in the boundary wall slowly writhed and quickly closed up after the chaotic aura dissipated, leaving only a tiny spatial ripple before disappearing completely.

In this starry sky, it seemed that no one had ever forcibly broken through the boundary and left before.

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The Mysterious Star God Realm: God King's Palace.

"Om-!"

The illusory image of the Shepherd Tree, and the "leaves" that corresponded to the devoured realm, which had long been dim and withered, collapsed completely without warning!

Before the fragments could fall, they turned into a deathly ash and vanished without a trace.

boom! boom!
Inside the hall, two orbs of light, one silver-white and the other dark gold, suddenly erupted with light that could tear the universe apart! The incomparably sturdy walls of the God King's Palace emitted a piercing groan, and cracks began to appear.

"Bastard!"

The silvery-white will trembled, and for the first time, a noticeable crack appeared in that eternally unchanging coldness. The life imprint of the World Patrol Envoy, along with the very foundation of its laws of existence, was completely erased from the veins of the World Shepherd Tree—not a seal, not a severe injury, but a primal annihilation! This outcome far exceeded His predictions.

"A speck of dust from the lower realm... actually..."

The dark gold will exploded like a million bells, filled with unbelievable rage! Its gaze pierced through layers of void, instantly locking onto the last fragment of the scene before the leaf collapsed—the moment when the Chaos Treasure Palace devoured it, the newly born Dao Tree refined it, and the patrol envoy wailed and was annihilated!

In the image, a figure is clearly imprinted. Surrounded by chaotic energy, it supports the Chaotic Treasure Palace, which is engraved with mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars...

Two wills that transcend eternity are firmly "nailed" to this remaining image.

Inside the Temple of the Gods, time seemed to stand still.

The cold, silvery-white flames leaped silently, each flicker causing the surrounding laws to freeze and shatter, and the space to peel away piece by piece.

From the depths of the thick, dark gold light cluster, a muffled roar like a supernova explosion emanated. Strands of dark gold "divine blood"-like solid flames seeped from the edge of the light cluster, dripping into the void and scorching out an eternally indestructible black hole.

They saw it. They saw the world patrol envoys they had personally mentored being forcibly refined and erased by the Chaos Dao cultivator who was shrouded in chaos and controlled the Chaos Treasure Palace, using his newly born Dao Source. They saw the newly sprouted Chaos Dao Tree greedily absorbing the essence belonging to their servants!
consternation.

A deathly silence of astonishment, as if time itself had frozen in an ancient glacier.

Immediately following was a boundless rage powerful enough to incinerate three thousand main realms and shake the foundations of the Shepherd Tree!

"The Great Dao of Chaos..."

The silvery-white will uttered a chilling title, each syllable carrying an absolute killing intent capable of freezing the galaxy. This figure, enveloped in chaos and supporting the treasure palace, along with the "heretical path" it represented, was completely imprinted on their divine souls.

The Dark Gold Will remained silent.

The void where the remaining image stood silently collapsed and vanished, transforming into an abyss of absolute nothingness. At the center of the abyss, only the silhouette of the figure shrouded in chaotic energy, supporting the treasure palace, remained, under the gaze of the two divine kings' wills, like a heretic nailed to the pillar of fate.

The death of the inspector was not a loss in battle, but a desecration! It was a blatant trampling of divine authority by heretics!

The Star God's Palace, with its divine might as a prison and an atmosphere of impending doom, is filled with murderous intent.

The fury of two wills ignited the eternally silent starry sky.

"punish!"

A silver-white will erupted with a decree, as cold as ice that had been carved for billions of years. Deep within the God King's Palace, the silent spacetime suddenly cracked open with several abyss-like fissures.

"Absolutely!"

The dark gold will followed closely behind, its syllables exploding, causing cracks to spread wildly throughout the hall. Where its wrathful flames dripped, the void melted, forming burning abysses of nothingness.

A figure emerged from the crack.

To the left, silvery light condensed, transforming into a divine general whose entire body was covered in ice crystal scales. He held a long halberd, the tip of which flowed with a cold light that froze time and space. With one step, spiderweb-like frost spread across the divine golden ground beneath his feet. Behind him, rows and rows of warriors clad in frost armor silently emerged, their auras merging into one, chilling to the bone and freezing light.

To the right, dark golden flames surged, coalescing into a colossal figure like a stellar furnace. Clad in burning lava armor, his massive axe crackled with boiling dark golden lightning; his mere presence distorted and scorched the surrounding space. Behind him, fissures spewed forth scorching torrents, and squads of warriors, their bodies wreathed in dark golden flames and wielding massive lava blades, emerged in formation, their battle intent materializing into a fiery storm that swept through the hall.

Two completely opposite yet equally terrifying auras instantly filled every inch of the God King's Palace. Frost collided with lava, producing a hissing, destructive sound.

There is only one target: that one who has mastered the Chaos Dao Tree! That heretical cultivator who dared to kill a god and devour the origin of the patrolling envoy.

The silver-clad general pointed his halberd at the afterimage on the screen, two cold stars beneath his icy armor locking onto the chaotic figure: "Target locked. Erasure."

The Dark Gold Divine General cleaved with his giant axe, tearing a scorched crack in space, the sound like billions of stars shattering: "Crush! Leave no trace!"

The Divine King's Palace roared as two massive armies of gods, carrying the overwhelming killing intent of the supreme will of the Star God Realm, tore through the void like two annihilating torrents, ruthlessly rushing towards the marked lower realm coordinates within the veins of the Shepherd Tree, the one that dared to blaspheme divine authority!
……

On the other side, a new boundary wall.

Li Mu's gaze was calm, and the chaotic aura around him suddenly condensed, transforming into a gray cone that was refined to the extreme, which pierced fiercely into the light membrane!
"Tsk-!"

Unlike the boundary wall of the world they came from, this light membrane emitted a strange, piercing sound, as if metal was being forcibly torn apart, and trembled violently.

The gray chaotic power clashed fiercely with the flexible light membrane of the boundary, the light flickering erratically, and a muffled cracking sound rang out as the light membrane was forcibly torn open. Li Mu's figure flashed, and he disappeared into it with Bao Fu.

The rift behind him instantly healed.

A blinding light suddenly replaced the eternal darkness.

Li Mu's figure, along with Xue'er, Tie Tou, Da Niu, and Lin Xiaolun, who quietly appeared behind him, hovered in a deep void.

Beneath their feet was nothing but a distant, green planet as insignificant as dust, and an endless sea of ​​stars filling their vision. An invisible force supported them, maintaining stability in the void.

Above us was a deep, pure blue sky, with several "suns" of varying sizes, emitting a soft glow, suspended in the sky.

The vast void is dotted with countless planets, each a vibrant shade of green. Dark green, emerald green, jade green, tender green… the entire universe seems to be soaked in the finest jade, a breathtakingly beautiful green.

Against this backdrop of green starry sky, other entities occupy an absolute sense of presence.

Ship.

Countless ships.

They come in all shapes and sizes. Some resemble giant birds with outstretched wings, their feathers composed of flowing flames; others resemble ancient, rustic ships, their hulls entwined with gnarled and twisted spiritual vines; still others resemble giant jade shuttles, their bodies crystal clear, with runes flowing inside; and still others resemble mountains, their surfaces covered with thick rock armor, with towering ancient trees and cascading waterfalls visible on their decks.

These colossal creations, some hovering silently in planetary orbits like loyal guardians, others traversing between planets, leaving long, colorful trails of spiritual energy; still others gathering and practicing deep within the void, their massive fleets moving silently, creating subtle ripples in space. The metallic luster, the texture of wood, the warmth of jade, and the weight of rock, perfectly blend with flowing runes and surging spiritual energy, constructing a wondrous spectacle of a highly advanced human civilization of cultivation, beyond imagination.

The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy, which mixed with the deep, rhythmic hum of the ship's engines and the fluctuations of an invisible energy field that covered the entire area, creating a unique and powerful sense of order.

Li Mu's gaze swept across this magnificent and unfamiliar sea of ​​stars, his expression calm. Behind him, Xue'er, Tie Tou, Da Niu, and Lin Xiaolun were so shocked by the scene before them that they were almost frozen in place, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly agape, their thoughts seemingly frozen for a moment.

"This...this is..." Lin Xiaolun's voice trembled with disbelief, the scene before her eyes shattering all her previous understanding.

"Brother Li, where is this?" Xue'er stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

Ironhead blinked hard, and squeezed out a few words in a muffled voice: "So many, so many, big ships!"

Although Da Niu remained silent, his clenched fists and slightly heaving chest betrayed the turbulent emotions within him. Surrounded by the vast sea of ​​stars and colossal ships, they felt as insignificant as dust.

Just then, Li Mu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Almost simultaneously, a cold, precise, and intensely exclusive probe wave, like an invisible giant net, swept across the core region of this star field, piercing through vast distances and firmly locking onto them.

Stimulated by this, the dormant chaotic energy within Li Mu's body naturally circulated, forming a very faint gray halo on his body surface, steadily blocking the probing force that attempted to delve deeper into the analysis.

However, this self-defense mechanism made him appear like a lighthouse suddenly lit in the dark void amidst the enemy's sophisticated and extensive detection network, revealing his exact location.

"Teacher?" Lin Xiaolun felt a chill from the depths of her soul and subconsciously moved closer to Li Mu.

Tie Tou and Da Niu immediately became alert, their blood and qi surging instinctively, their muscles tensing like iron, their sharp eyes piercing the depths of the star field adorned with the light of countless spirit ships from which the fluctuations originated.

Li Mu did not respond. He calmly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the void and landing on the core where prosperity and order intertwined.

A few breaths later, at the end of the line of sight, in the magnificent background composed of a huge spirit ship and a green planet, a dazzling silver light suddenly shone!
Immediately, the second, the third... more than ten silver lights flashed simultaneously, like an enraged swarm of bees, instantly deviating from their original trajectory!

More than ten uniform, sharp-lined silver-white ships, like star sharks that have smelled blood, sped toward the relatively desolate void at the edge of the star field where Li Mu and his group were located at a terrifying speed that could tear through space!

They are much smaller than those giant spirit ships that are as big as mountains, and they exude a more refined, cold, and efficient aura, full of killing intent. Their bows are sharp like spears and covered with mysterious silver spirit patterns. On both sides of the ship, within the deep cannon muzzles, destructive energy silently gathers and stores, flashing with a chilling light.

These silver-white ships moved with incredible speed and moved in perfect unison, traversing vast distances in the blink of an eye.

They didn't get too close, but suddenly hovered in the void less than a thousand miles from Li Mu. With slight adjustments to their hulls, they instantly formed a tight, imposing semi-encirclement, all their sharp bows and cold cannons aimed precisely at the solitary figure in the void—Li Mu. (End of Chapter)