Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

The axe mark fell silently, like a gray line cutting through the sky, quietly tracing across the center of the giant of light's chest.

That giant of light was formed from the essence of countless stars, a supreme avatar created by the King of the Yang Realm through burning away his own divine blood. His body reached for the heavens, his right arm raised high, his palm holding the supreme power to restart a world. But in the instant that gray streak swept past, the light at his fingertips abruptly extinguished, like a candle flickering in the wind, its lifeline severed by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, the massive golden body that stretched across the starry sky began to disintegrate inch by inch from the axe mark. It was not a collapse, but a dissolution, a regression, a return to the primordial nothingness. The brilliant golden light quickly dimmed, turning into primordial dust, and then the dust itself lost its spirituality, being completely swallowed up by the chaotic Daoist essence carried by the gray mark, vanishing without a trace.

The eyes that once shone like twin suns across the heavens were now veiled in gray, devoid of their brilliance, leaving only deathly silence. The roar that could have shattered the universe remained stuck in its throat, unable to be uttered, and turned into ashes along with the entire giant's body in silent annihilation.

However, the ashes did not even scatter. Instead, they were drawn by an invisible force, condensed into a faint ray of light, and quietly disappeared into the chaotic giant axe in Li Mu's hand, as if they had never existed.

The world was deathly silent, and all sounds were gone.

The King of the Yang Realm, the supreme ruler who has governed the Yang Realm for eternity and suppressed epochal calamities, actually destroyed his avatar with a single axe in such a way, his body and soul almost completely scattered!

On the Rift Universe, Da Niu and Lin Xiaolun, along with the entire Yang Realm army, stood frozen, their eyes glazed over. They had witnessed firsthand how a realm's ruler's attack, poured out with all his might, had been so easily erased, even its very existence wiped away. It was a power beyond comprehension, surpassing the laws of nature, so strong it was almost illusory, like a bizarre dream.

The faint, lingering aura of weakness in the air was the embers of the burning of the Yang Realm's origin; the low, mournful cries echoing from the depths of the star field were the grief of heaven and earth. Everything spoke of how the annihilation that had just occurred was so real it was suffocating, so tragic it was terrifying.

Li Mu sheathed his axe and stood still, his expression as calm as a still well. He merely glanced lightly at the starry sky where the giant of light had once stood, his gaze sweeping over the void that trembled slightly from the burning of its origin.

"Cough...cough..."

A weak, suppressed cough ripped through the deathly silence.

On the spot, a lingering golden light struggled to coalesce, finally transforming into a disheveled figure—the very Yang Realm King himself. At this moment, he possessed none of his former domineering power. His imperial robes were tattered, exposing charred flesh and blood. His handsome face was as pale as paper, a trickle of golden divine blood spilling from the corner of his lips. The Great Sun Judgment Spear in his hand had lost its luster, its shaft riddled with cracks, resembling a flickering candle in the wind, ready to shatter at any moment.

This is the true form of the King of the Yang Realm, who once entered the forbidden realm of "unity of God and Self" by burning the essence of the Yang Realm.

But Li Mu's axe strike did not destroy its form, but instead severed its root of Dao, breaking its connection with the origin of the Yang Realm and forcibly separating it from that supreme state!

The original source failed to achieve its purpose, backfiring on itself, nearly causing the foundation of its Dao to collapse, severely damaging its soul, and almost leading to its demise.

"You... what kind of monster are you!" Yang Jiewang staggered to his feet, his eyes fixed on Li Mu. The horror in his eyes had not faded, but a layer of despair that went deep into his bones had been added. The path he had cultivated all his life and the forbidden techniques he had painstakingly comprehended were as vulnerable as child's play in front of this person.

Li Mu remained silent, gazing intently with eyes as deep as an abyss, as if they could see through the eternal cycle of reincarnation.

The coldness and resolve in that gaze made the King of the Yang Realm's heart sink. He knew that there was no turning back in this battle. He had lost, utterly and completely, with no chance of recovery.

But he is the King of countless realms, ruling over eternity, with the pride and madness of a ruler flowing in his veins. He can be defeated, but not surrendered; he can die, but not humiliated!

"You want to kill me? It's not that easy!"

The King of the Yang Realm roared to the sky, his voice filled with sorrow and determination. He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of primordial blood. The blood burned in the air, transforming into a profound primordial energy that slammed into the Great Sun Judgment Spear.

"With my crippled body, I sacrifice my divine weapon! With my source of Dao, I transform into the flames of calamity!"

"Forbidden Technique - Annihilation of the Yang Realm, Return of All Laws to Nothingness!"

boom--!
The world changed drastically! This time, instead of drawing upon the power of the Yang Realm, the Yang Realm King used everything he had left as a sacrifice to activate the deepest "annihilation" law of the Yang Realm!
In an instant, a vast aura swept out, exuding a cold and deathly silence, the sound of the end of all things.

In the Yang Realm Starfield, the brilliance of billions of stars rapidly dimmed, as if life had been drained away. Stars collapsed, laws reversed, the void collapsed, and everything was sliding towards "annihilation"!
This is a technique of mutual destruction! The King of the Yang Realm intends to use his own destruction as a trigger to drag the entire Yang Realm, along with Li Mu, into eternal nothingness!
"Master!" Lin Xiaolun exclaimed in shock, her soul trembling. The flames of annihilation were even causing warnings within her own Dao Domain.

"Madman! Utterly insane!" Da Niu's face was ashen; even with the barrier of chaos protecting him, he felt death looming over him.

That annihilating fire, formless and shapeless, permeated all things, spreading from within the Yang Realm King's body. Wherever it passed, the starry sky turned to dust, and time froze. Like a tide of death, it surged unstoppably toward Li Mu, intending to completely devour him and turn him into nothingness.

Faced with this seemingly unsolvable technique, Li Mu's eyes finally flickered slightly, not out of fear, but out of admiration.

This King of the Yang Realm is indeed a formidable enemy, capable of unleashing such astonishing power even in dire straits.

However, despite the praise, this person cannot be kept alive.

Li Mu slowly raised his left hand, and a hazy gray light quietly condensed in his palm. That light was primordial and undifferentiated, like the embryonic membrane before the creation of a new world.

As the light flowed, an ancient door appeared in the palm of one's hand. The door was formed from primordial chaos, its patterns mysterious and profound, seemingly recording the secrets of the world before creation. Though small, the door contained everything, as if connecting to the boundless primordial world.

Under Li Mu's urging, the gate suddenly enlarged, transforming into a colossal phantom stretching across the starry sky. It was not a physical entity, yet it was more real and imposing than any physical entity.

The Gate of Chaos, like a giant gaping maw, slowly pressed down on the location of the Yang Realm King and on that soon-to-be-destroyed star field!

The flames of annihilation touched the shadow of the door, like snow meeting boiling water, silently wailing, instantly swallowed and dissolved. The collapsing stars and the reversed laws, under the suction of the door, halted their decline and were instead drawn into the doorway.

"No! What is this?!" The Yang Realm King's pupils shrank sharply, an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloping him. His Annihilation Technique was easily devoured! He wanted to escape, wanted to fight, but the remaining essence within his body had been exhausted by the forbidden technique, and now he was completely suppressed by the power of the Gate of Chaos, unable to move.

The body of the Yang Realm King, along with the Great Sun Judgment Spear with its cracks and blemishes, gradually blurred as it was devoured by the Gate of Chaos, eventually transforming into a stream of light that completely disappeared into that ancient portal.

Boom!

As the King of Yang Realm perished, the enormous gate shadow rapidly shrank, transforming into a gray ray of light that disappeared into Li Mu's palm, vanishing without a trace.

The starry sky returned to calm. Those stars that had been eroded by the power of annihilation slowly revived and regained their faint light after the Gate of Chaos devoured the source of annihilation. It was as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had been gently wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving no trace.

Li Mu's figure also disappeared.

The next moment, Li Mu found himself standing in an endless gray world.

The Chaos Treasure Palace contains the universe within.

Looking around, all one could see was a surging chaos, with no sky, no earth, no sun, and no moon. The chaotic energy pulsed like a living thing, each rise and fall seemingly giving birth to new life while obliterating the old.

In this endless grayness, a vast "sea" stretched out before them. It was not water, but a sea of ​​qi formed from pure chaotic energy, boundless and calm, yet exuding a suffocating pressure.

Above the sea, thousands of gray currents extended from the depths like chains, firmly suppressing a figure in the center of the sea of ​​qi.

It is none other than the King of the Yang Realm!
At this moment, the King of Yang Realm was completely bound by chaotic chains and unable to move. The Great Sun Judgment Spear was also entangled by chains, and the cracks became increasingly deep under the erosion of chaotic energy, almost shattering.

Despair was written all over Yang Jingwang's face. The chaotic sea of ​​energy was slowly but steadily eroding his remaining source and refining his soul. Even his proud Yang Laws were losing their luster and spirituality under the erosion of chaos.

The King of the Yang Realm tried to roar and struggle, but he could not make a sound. All his power and all his resistance were completely suppressed by the boundless chaos and turned into nothingness.

Li Mu stood in mid-air, his figure like a sword, as if he were the sole ruler of this chaotic world.

He holds a giant axe of chaos in his left hand, the axe body flowing with gray light, containing the ultimate truth of the creation of heaven and earth.

He held an ancient banner in his right hand. It was dark gray and devoid of any color, yet its mystery was indescribable. The banner surface vaguely displayed the scene of the beginning of chaos and the evolution of all things—this was the Chaos Spirit Banner, a treasure born with it, capable of drawing upon chaos and suppressing all spirits.

Behind him, a towering tree took root deep within the chaotic sea of ​​qi, piercing straight into the void!

The tree was formed entirely from chaos, its branches and leaves flourishing. Each leaf was like a miniature world, shimmering with profound Dao light. On the canopy, countless chaotic Dao fruits appeared, their Dao aura flowing and extremely alluring.

This is Li Mu's Chaos Dao Tree! Rooted in the Great Dao of Chaos and nourished by its own Dao Fruit, it manifests the supreme Dao principle that was nurtured within the Treasure Palace. It is rooted in chaos, absorbs chaos, and nourishes chaos. Furthermore, it is the supreme method for refining all things and enhancing one's Dao cultivation.

At this moment, the roots of the Dao Tree, like thousands of tentacles, deeply penetrated the Qi Sea, and then branched out into countless fine threads, which wrapped around the Yang Realm King and the Great Sun Judgment Spear.

With each pulsation of the Dao Tree, pure chaotic energy surged forth like a tide, washing over the body of the Yang Realm King, disintegrating his divine soul, disintegrating his Dao foundation, and transforming all his original power into chaotic nutrients, which, after being transformed by the Dao Tree, merged into Li Mu's own Great Dao.

The soul of the King of the Yang Realm wailed silently as chaos washed over him, his consciousness gradually fading. Only the excruciating pain that penetrated to his very bones reminded him that everything was real.

Li Mu's gaze remained calm as it fell upon the King of Yang Realm, devoid of sorrow or joy, unmoved. This was no ordinary battle, but a clash of Daos, a struggle for life and death.

The King of Yang Realm intended to perish together with the realm-burning technique, thus sealing this fate.

The purpose of taking it into the Treasure Palace was not to suppress it, but to refine it, to transform its essence for one's own use. This is the nature of the Great Dao of Chaos, and also the path Li Mu took to reach the pinnacle.

The colossal Chaos Axe traced a profound arc in the air, seemingly measuring the vastness of chaos. The Chaos Spirit Banner swayed gently, each movement causing the Qi Sea to churn, further suppressing the Yang Realm King. Behind it, the Chaos Dao Tree stood as a silent witness, absorbing knowledge and quietly growing stronger.

Li Mu knew that refining the Yang Realm King would be a qualitative leap in the Great Dao of Chaos. The laws and origins of a realm's ruler were incredibly vast and pure.
By absorbing and transforming it, the Great Dao will become more perfect, and one will gain a deeper understanding of the principles of "the creation of heaven and earth".

Li Mu slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the Chaos Dao. His consciousness connected with the Chaos Dao Tree, merged with the Chaos Qi Sea, and resonated with the Chaos Giant Axe and the Chaos Spirit Banner. The entire Chaos Treasure Palace was at his command, as at his fingertips, a seamless whole.

This battle did not end with annihilation, but began with the path of refining the Great Dao. Every step was paved with blood, but in the end, we will break through the chaos and see the supreme light.

Deep within the Chaos Treasure Palace, time seemed to have frozen, yet it also seemed to be flowing rapidly. The flickering of each leaf of the Dao Tree was in sync with Li Mu's breathing, and the rhythm of the chaotic energy seemed to be whispering the most primordial secrets of this realm.

The essence of Yang Realm King, like a trickle, was slowly drawn out by the roots of the Dao Tree and transformed into the purest chaotic power, nourishing Li Mu's Dao foundation.

The Pure Yang Dao Fruit quietly took shape on the tree canopy, its light growing ever deeper. This was not only an accumulation of power, but also a profound understanding of the word "chaos"—chaos is not disorder, but the source of all things, the mother of birth and death, and the ultimate truth of destruction and rebirth.

Suppressed in the center of the Qi Sea, the Yang Realm King's consciousness gradually blurred amidst the chaos, his soul like a flickering candle in the wind. The pride that once ruled a realm collapsed like sand.

The King of the Yang Realm finally understood that the "light" he wielded was merely a fleeting glimmer of light in the chaos; and that the "eternity" he was so proud of was nothing but a momentary illusion in the face of the true Great Dao of Chaos.

The King of the Yang Realm tried to recall why he fought, why he was angry, and why he was willing to burn an entire realm to perish together with the enemy.

But memories are like sand, slipping through his fingers, leaving only the deep-seated pain and the boundless darkness, like an eternal cage, imprisoning him.

Li Mu remained standing still, like an ancient mountain. His mind had long since transcended victory and defeat, life and death. What he sought was not domination, nor power, but the supreme "Dao".

Outside the Chaos Treasure Palace, the starry sky returned to calm.

On the Rift Universe, everyone was still immersed in the shock of what had just happened. The aftershocks of that battle had long since exceeded their comprehension. All they knew was that their master had won, suppressing the arrogant Yang Realm King in an indescribable way.

Lin Xiaolun gazed at the starry sky, her eyes filled with both awe and confusion. She vaguely sensed that her master's cultivation level was far beyond her imagination and something she could never reach in this lifetime.

Within the Chaos Treasure Palace, in the void enveloped by the Chaos Sea of ​​Qi, a barely perceptible ripple quietly spread out. It was the final echo of the Yang Realm's origin, carrying endless sorrow, silently detaching itself from the veins of the Three Thousand Realms, dissipating completely, playing a final elegy for the passing of an ancient god. (End of Chapter)