Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

The Rift hovered above the sea of ​​clouds in the center of the Misty Realm. Li Mu's fingertips swirled with chaotic energy, outlining a profound array pattern in the void. This array pattern took root and instantly transformed into countless streams of light, seeping into every inch of mist and every silver-gray tree in the Misty Realm.

"Using fog as a guide, and boundaries as a foundation."

Li Mu's voice was calm and steady as his chaotic Dao Domain spread out around him, merging with the primordial mist of the Misty Realm: "Being in the Misty Realm, this formation still needs the power of the Misty Clan to be effective."

The leader of the Fog People arrived through the mist, his fog spear lightly touching the ground. Countless tiny fog threads, as if guided, converged towards the core of the array. Catalyzed by the chaotic energy, these fog threads transformed into resilient array cables, connecting the spirit pearl at the sunken peak to the Rift Universe Ship into a net.

Blood Slaughter God and Sword Sect Ancestor stood on the east and west sides respectively, injecting their own blood essence and sword intent into the array's core. Crimson and golden light intertwined in the sea of ​​mist, like two giant dragons coiling, expanding the array's defensive range to the entire edge of the realm.

The Buddha of Kuchan laid out Buddhist patterns deep within the sea of ​​clouds. The Buddha's light merged with the mist, forming a warm protective shield that could both purify external intrusions and nourish the creatures of the Misty Realm.

The King of Zhenhai and the Valley Master of Brahma Valley, one wielding water and the other controlling fire, combined their powers to further enhance the formation and increase its strength.

Three months later, the formation was initially completed.

The entire Misty Realm was shrouded in a semi-transparent light curtain, on which flowed patterns of chaos, bloodlust, sword intent, and Buddhist light.

The blue water and red fire surged and churned, creating a stunningly beautiful scene.

From the outside, this realm still appears as a swirling white mist, but in reality, it conceals a hidden universe within.

The sea of ​​clouds where the Rift was docked became the core hub, and the surrounding floating islands were transformed into defensive fortresses. The liquid light of the silver-gray trees became warning lights for the array's core, and any outsider who broke in would be instantly locked by the array.

The mist people moved among the array's veins, their misty bodies resonating with the array patterns, becoming the most natural array guardians.

Li Mu stood on the bridge of the Lieyu, looking at the array below that was operating smoothly, and tapped the railing with his fingertips: "This array can withstand multiple attacks from a Da Luo level enemy with full force, which is enough for a short period of time."

Everyone was elated upon hearing this. An enemy at the level of a Great Luo, that is, the level of a Shadow Ancestor, this formation could actually withstand the Shadow Ancestor's full-force attacks, its strength far exceeding that of ordinary formations.

It should be noted that before absorbing the power of the Night Shadow Realm's origin, the Rift Universe was almost tainted by the strange substances of the hollow giant tree and the corrosive tundra when it faced the Shadow Ancestor's attack. Moreover, Blood Slaughter God and others were still on the ship, and everyone was almost fighting with all their might. Even so, it was Li Mu who finally intervened and resolved the crisis.

On the deck of the Rift Universe, craftsmen were busy setting up temporary workshops. The spiritual materials brought from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty were taken out one by one and mixed with the sap of silver-gray trees, a specialty of the Misty Hidden Realm, and crystals formed from condensed mist, to refine array plates and magical artifacts suitable for this environment.

Li Mu was adjusting the Spirit Pearl. Nourished by the Chaos Origin, the pearl could now stably absorb the mist of the Misty Realm and transform it into pure spiritual energy.

Led by the mist people, the Buddha of Kuchan ventured deep into the mist sea in search of suitable land for planting spiritual plants. Originally, the Misty Hidden Realm was lacking in resources, but under the influence of the formation, the nourishing components in the mist became increasingly concentrated, and some spiritual herbs had already quietly taken root under the silver-gray trees.

Holding the Three Thousand Realms Map, Ji Yu's eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement: "With this array protecting us, we can continue our conquest! The foundation of the Immortal Dynasty is ours for the taking!"

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The Netherworld Starfield.

The news of the destruction of the Night Shadow Realm was like a pebble thrown into the stagnant waters of the Underworld Starfield, finally causing some ripples three months later.

In the Netherworld, inside a black palace suspended above a sea of ​​blood, a middle-aged man held a dark purple jade slip between his fingers. The jade slip flickered with light and shadow, showing the current state of the Night Shadow Realm—the realm's origin was lost, the corrosive tundra within the realm was rampant, and the entire realm had become deathly silent.

"It's just a low-level realm. As long as it wasn't done by other realms, there's no need to pay attention. What I'm worried about is..."

The man's voice was hoarse, his scarlet eyes were devoid of any emotion, and his expression was slightly gloomy.

Beside the man, a figure stood quietly and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, the destruction of a realm is not unusual, but the complete plundering of its source power is something that no ordinary realm could have accomplished."

"It's nothing more than some high-level realms wanting to plunder the source power of low-level realms in order to improve their realm's rank. If the source power of dozens or hundreds of low-level realms can help a high-level realm improve its rank, then what's the harm?" The man known as the Realm King crushed the jade slip: "Send down the order to make those low-level realms near the Night Shadow Realm be careful, after all, low-level realms have to pay a lot of tribute every year."

"Your Majesty, should we warn those high-level realms and tell them to behave themselves?"

"Okay, go ahead and do it."

The man waved his hand, and then his whole body sank into the shadows like flowing water.

The figure standing to the side disappeared into the shadows after the man vanished completely.

Near the Night Shadow Realm, there are several other low-level realms similar to the Night Shadow Realm, such as the Bone Realm, the Cold Water Realm, and the Night Nether Realm, all of which are currently in a state of panic.

In particular, the Bone Realm, which is closely adjacent to the Night Shadow Realm, has now entered a state of full alert.

The Bone Clan Chieftain stood on the city wall built of white bones, gazing in the direction of the Night Shadow Realm, his brows furrowed.

His bone warriors are fully prepared, ready to face the impending catastrophe that could strike at any moment.

"Clan leader, why don't you retreat to the edge of the realm first?" The Great Elder of the Bone Clan, a Bone Clan being born from the body of a Great Luo will after its death, suggested: "That way, even if our Bone Realm is the next target, you can leave safely."

The Bone Clan Chief shook his head: "The Yin King will not allow high-level realms to slaughter without restraint. Once I really leave, if other high-level realms take advantage of the situation, there will be no place for our Bone Clan to stand."

Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder said nothing more, but even though it was just a skeleton, one could vaguely see his tension.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Night Shadow Realm, inside the aquatic palace of the Cold Water Realm, the Cold Water Realm Lord was gazing at a water mirror with a troubled expression.

The surface of the Water Mirror reflects the current state of the Night Shadow Realm. Being close to the Water Mirror, and having close ties with the Cold Water Realm and the Night Shadow Realm, I was able to glimpse some of its features.

Although the Lord of the Cold Water Realm was staring at the mirror, his mind was filled with the image of that day when a single punch killed the Shadow Ancestor, followed by the power of the realm's origin.

"Father, should we ask the Underworld for help?" a boy asked anxiously. "I'm afraid our clan's water defenses won't be able to withstand the attacks from other high-level realms."

The Lord of the Netherworld was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to disperse the water mirror: "Pass down the order to activate the 'Ten Thousand Waters Return to Ruins Formation' to draw all the water sources in the realm into the core and form a liquid barrier."

For a time, the various realms of the Underworld Starfield were either on guard or observing. The destruction of the Night Shadow Realm was like a stone thrown into a lake, and the ripples it created were slowly spreading.

Three days later, ten jet-black warships emerged from the underworld. Their hulls were unadorned and devoid of any decoration, yet they exuded a suffocating aura of deathly stillness.

On the lead warship, the "Styx," a figure clad in black iron armor stood on the bridge. What seeped from the gaps in the armor was not spiritual energy, but pure, chilling death energy. He was Ming Tu, the commander of the Yin Sha Guard, a capable lieutenant of the Yin Realm King, and even ordinary realm lords would be no match for him.

"Royal Decree: Stabilize the order of lower-level realms."

Ming Tu's voice, like two pieces of ice rubbing together, traveled through the communication array to each ship.

The ten warships transformed into ten black shadows, tearing through the void as they sped toward the outskirts of the Night Shadow Realm.

On the bone walls of the Bone Realm, the Bone Clan Chieftain gazed into the void. As the ten dark figures appeared on the horizon, the Bone Clan warriors behind him gripped their bone blades tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force. The Styx hovered above the Bone Realm, and the Demon Slayer's divine sense swept across the entire realm like a searchlight, finally settling on the Chieftain.

"Lord of the Bone Realm." A cold voice boomed directly in the clan leader's mind: "Royal Decree: Within three days, gather all Bone Clan cultivators who are training outside and close the realm passage. If any high-level realm seeks trouble, present this token to request assistance."

A jet-black token pierced through the void and landed in the clan leader's hand. The skull carved on the token had ghostly flames flickering in its eye sockets, radiating the oppressive aura of the King of the Underworld.

The clan chief gripped the token tightly and bowed, saying, "I will obey the king's decree."

Without another word, the Styx turned and the ten warships disappeared into the Bone Realm sky like ghosts.

The Bone Clan warriors' tense bodies suddenly relaxed. The clan leader looked at the ghostly flame on the token and said in a low voice, "With the Yin Sha Guards here in person, even high-level realms with ulterior motives will not dare to act rashly."

The situation in the Cold Water Realm is rather troublesome. Although the Cold Water Realm Lord has activated the "Ten Thousand Waters Return to Ruins Formation," the aquatic cultivators within the realm are in turmoil due to fear, and some elders have suggested submitting to the neighboring high-level realm "Mysterious Ice Realm" in order to seek protection.

When the Styx arrived, the group from the Cold Water Realm was discussing matters with the Cold Water Realm Lord, and once again proposed to submit to the Mystic Ice Realm.

Due to the Wanshui Guixu Formation, no one noticed the arrival of the Styx.

When Ming Tu heard someone suggest surrendering to the Xuanbing Realm, he clenched his fists. In the Yin Realm Star Domain, the Yin Realm was the only king, which was a consensus. Now, someone was actually suggesting surrendering to a higher-level realm right under his nose, which naturally angered Ming Tu.

The Styx's main cannon immediately began charging up, and the next moment, a beam of light containing a dense, chilling death aura shot out, instantly turning the Myriad Waters Return to Ruins Formation into ashes.

Before those who were offering their advice in the palace would have a chance to speak, several figures emerged from behind them, followed by a scene of heads rolling to the ground.

"The Underworld is the only true ruler of this star field. Today's warning is merely a warning; if this happens again, the Cold Water Realm will be destroyed!"

Ming Tu's gaze remained fixed on the elders and the Lord of the Cold Water Realm present. Death energy invaded their consciousness, causing their primordial spirits to feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Royal Edict: Guard the territory well and do not harbor any disloyal intentions. If any higher-level territory provokes trouble, present this token to request assistance."

The Lord of the Cold Water Realm hurriedly stepped forward to take the token, his forehead dripping with cold sweat: "Your subordinate understands."

Ming Tu glanced at the churning Guixu Formation and snorted coldly: "This formation is full of loopholes. In three days, I will order the Yin Sha Guards to send the formation diagram for repair."

Having said that, his figure vanished, leaving the entire hall filled with the trembling Coldwater Clan.

Three days later, the Yin Sha Guards finished patrolling all the low-level realms near the Night Shadow Realm. On their way back to the Yin Realm, Ming Tu received a secret report: the Xuanbing Realm had secretly dispatched a warship, which was hovering outside the Night Shadow Realm.

"You're courting death." Ming Tu condensed a wisp of gray mist at his fingertips: "Order: Intercept and kill."

A Xuanbing Realm warship is camouflaged and hovering near the Night Shadow Realm, but has not yet made any move.

Suddenly, the void cracked open, and the Styx appeared like a ghost. The jet-black beam of light shot from its bow instantly pierced the Xuanbing Ship's psionic shield, completely destroying its defense system.

Then, several figures vanished from the Styx and reappeared on the Xuanbing Realm warship.

About fifteen minutes later, all the Yin Sha Guards that had just been dispatched returned to the Styx, bringing back a head.

"Take their heads to the Mystic Ice Realm."

Ming Tu stared at the head in his subordinate's hand, his voice icy cold: "Tell the Xuanbing Realm Lord that if he dares to cross the line again, he'll be the one next to be brought down."

At the same time, the King of the Underworld's decree was quickly transmitted to several high-level realms.

These high-level realms all share a common characteristic: they are only one step away from becoming top-level realms. Furthermore, their realm lords are not ordinary individuals. Given the incident of the Night Shadow Realm's source power being stolen, they are the prime suspects, and each of them has received warnings from the Underworld to varying degrees.

When Ming Tu's subordinates arrived in the Xuanbing Realm to deliver their heads and warnings, the Xuanbing Realm Lord was hosting a banquet for the other seven high-ranking realm lords.

The banquet was held on the "Ten Thousand Year Cold Pool" in the Xuanbing Realm, where the water was frozen with ten thousand years of Xuanbing ice, and a table of spiritual food was suspended in the center.

"The Yin Sha Guard is getting serious."

An old man in green robes put down his jade chopsticks. He was the Lord of the Poison Realm, surrounded by dark green poisonous smoke.

"The destruction of a low-level realm is a minor matter, but the Yin King actually sent the Yin Sha Guards in person. It seems that the destruction of the Night Shadow Realm is not simple."

The Lord of Xuanbing Realm, his face ashen, slammed his head onto the ice table: "The King of Yin Realm has declared that if you cross the boundary again, this will be my fate."

"Brother Xuanbing, you'd better tone it down a bit." The Blood Prison Realm Lord sitting opposite him chuckled, his body surrounded by blood-red light.

The Lord of Xuanbing Realm sneered, "I just want to see who took away the power of the Night Shadow Realm's origin."

"No matter who it is, this is not a good thing for us." One of the people who had been silent suddenly spoke up, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

The banquet fell silent. All the realm lords were well aware that the Yin Sha Guard's actions were a warning to one of them: they should pay attention to the rules. It was fine to try to advance their rank by devouring the power of their own realm's origin, but they shouldn't target their own star domains, or else they wouldn't be able to blame the Yin Realm.

The Lord of the Poisonous Mist Realm suddenly laughed, looking at everyone and saying, "Actually, what we should be more concerned about is who took away the source power of the Night Shadow Realm, and how was it possible that the Underworld didn't even notice and didn't punish them?"

Upon hearing this, all seven people present simultaneously turned their gaze to the only woman in the room. (End of Chapter)