Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Deep within the starport, thousands of array patterns suddenly lit up, and beams of powerful spiritual light tore through the sky. The warships of the Immortal Dynasty roared deafeningly, and spiritual pressure spread out like a tide.

The King of Zhenhai stood atop the flagship, his voice like thunder echoing throughout the entire Immortal Port: "First Fleet, immediately proceed to the Floating Wood Sea, annihilate the remaining enemy, and collect the remains of the heroic spirits of my Immortal Dynasty—this grudge will be avenged in blood!"

"The Second and Third Fleets will be centered on Xian Port, extending outwards for 50,000 li, forming a vast and inescapable net. Any tribes that dare to approach will be exterminated without mercy!"

"The Fourth Fleet will escort the mining team straight into the heart of the Breath of Earth realm to seize the Crimson Gold vein! This mine contains the essence of earth fire, the foundation for forging the Sea-Suppressing Divine Weapon, and must not be lost!"

Military orders traveled swiftly like wildfire, spreading to all ships in an instant.

Tens of thousands of cultivators from the Immortal Dynasty appeared from their cave dwellings, refining towers, and spirit fields, their gazes as firm as iron. The hands that once cultivated the spirit land now gripped magical artifacts tightly, their spiritual energy surging, and their murderous aura soaring into the sky.

The colossal warship slowly ascended into the air, like an ancient celestial beast awakening. The psionic cannon at the bow gleamed with intense light, ancient runes swirled on the hull, and its oppressive aura swept away stardust. Medium-sized warships surrounded it like stars, while smaller reconnaissance ships darted about like fish, forming a formidable battle formation as it pressed forward.

Outside of Xian Port, the battle situation is changing rapidly.

The Valley Master of Burning Heaven personally led his elite troops, piloting the Crimson Flame Warship, and was the first to enter the Floating Wood Sea.

That labyrinthine realm, formed by the intertwining of ancient, gigantic roots, has become a blood-and-fire inferno.

"How dare you, a coward hiding your head and tail, obstruct the might of my Immortal Dynasty?" The Valley Master of Burning Heaven stood proudly at the bow of the ship, his body surging with true fire, and a towering Burning Heaven Dharma Image materialized from the void—wherever the flames reached, all trees turned to ash!

The fist struck, shattering the void and instantly incinerating countless giant roots.

A powerful warrior from the earth roared, his voice shaking the surrounding land: "You have invaded my territory and slaughtered my people—today I will make you pay for your blood debt!"

Thousands of warriors from the Rang tribe, clad in rock armor and wielding giant hammers, burst forth from the earth and surged towards the Immortal Dynasty's warships like a tidal wave.

However, the Immortal Dynasty's battle formation operates like the mysterious workings of Heaven. The cultivators form a unified whole, their magical treasures intertwine like rain, and the Heaven-Burning Dharma Image sweeps across the eight wastelands, turning everything it touches into ashes.

This is not war, but divine punishment.

In less than half an hour, the Floating Wood Sea had been reduced to scorched earth. The immortal banner fluttered alone above the lingering smoke.

"Report—Great victory at Floating Wood Sea! The Valley Master of Burning Heaven has wiped out the enemy lines and is collecting the remains of my soldiers!"

The good news greatly boosted morale in Xiangang.

King Zhenhai stood calmly on the bridge, his eyes like deep pools, his face expressionless. Behind him, Li Mu sat serenely on the main seat, his knuckles lightly tapping the jade table, as if he were deducing the secrets of heaven.

“The Floating Wood Sea is merely a first test of its strength.” King Zhenhai said in a deep voice, “The Rang tribe set up an ambush to test us, hoping to use the terrain to intimidate my immortal might. Little do they know, the true advantage lies in the very source of life in this realm—this power should rightfully be controlled by my immortal dynasty.”

"Order the Sword Sect Ancestor to lead the Third Fleet to reinforce the Crimson Gold Mine. Hidden beneath it is a tributary of the Earth Vein, a sacred site for the Rang Clan, and also a pivotal point of the Earth Vein. Capturing it will sever 70% of its strategic advantage."

"Further, I have ordered Immortal Venerable Huanling to lead his elite array masters to the 'Sea of ​​Spiritual Origin' to use the 'Nine Revolutions Spirit Returning Array' to stimulate life force and accelerate the ripening of high-grade spiritual plants. This will serve both as a means of war and as the foundation for establishing a firm foothold in this world in the future."

……

Every order from the King of Zhenhai was aimed directly at the lifeline of the Rang tribe, combining both strength and gentleness, possessing both the force of a thunderous sweep and the strategic planning of a thousand years.

Although Li Mu did not speak directly, his eyes sparkled like a river of stars, tacitly approving all the arrangements.

Meanwhile, deep within the realm of the Breath of Earth, a catastrophe is brewing.

The Earth-Splitting Beast King, the Lord of the Rock King, the Jade Queen, and the Lord of the Swamp gathered at the Thick Earth Altar, their malevolent aura filling the sky.

"The flames of the Celestial Dynasty have burned my mountains and rivers, and all the earth's veins and mineral veins have been coveted! This enmity is irreconcilable!" The Earth-Splitting Beast King roared, shaking the palace.

"They not only want territory, but also the very lifeline of our race!" The Jade Queen's eyes blazed with emerald flames: "If the Sea of ​​Spiritual Origin is lost, the very foundation of our race will be destroyed!"

"Activate the Great Array of Returning All Lands to Their Origin!" The Lord of the Swamp ripped through the altar with his withered finger, the array patterns flickering as he roared, "With blood as sacrifice, with the earth's veins as bones—summon all races of the realm to fight the Immortal Dynasty!"

Suddenly, the altar burst forth with a dazzling yellow light that pierced the starry sky.

Where the light flows, mountains and rivers resound, and all land comes back to life.

Countless tribes of the Rang people emerged from caves, secluded forests, and deep valleys, surging forth like rivers flowing into the sea. Their sheer number far exceeded the expectations of the Celestial Dynasty.

Thousands of warriors were encased in rock armor, transformed into colossal beasts, and melted into mountains, their crimson eyes blazing the sky, their killing intent surging like a tide.

They are all fighting for their homeland!

Inside the bridge of the Xian Port ship, the red light representing the enemy's forces on the star map spread wildly, eventually turning into a raging sea of ​​blood.

"Senior, the entire Rang Clan has mobilized, the Great Array of Returning All Earth to its Source has been activated, and the source of the earth's veins is converging, heading straight for the Immortal Port!" King Zhenhai reported in a deep voice, his expression solemn.

Within the light barrier, countless enemy troops surged forth from all directions like a world-destroying torrent. Empowered by the grand formation, even the ordinary Rang tribe faintly emanated the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"The Myriad Earths Return to Origin Formation... I underestimated them." The Valley Master of Burning Heaven's red hair flew wildly, his fighting spirit blazing in the sky.

The Sword Sect Ancestor stroked the spine of the sword, its cold light gleaming: "The entire realm's counterattack is nothing more than the struggle of a cornered beast."

The Buddha of Kuchan clasped his hands and chanted softly, his eyes gleaming with golden light: "The calamity of slaughter has arrived. Only with the wrathful gaze of Vajra can this karmic obstacle be purified."

The Illusionary Spirit Immortal gazed at the star map and said softly, "They risked their lives to try and shake the might of Heaven."

Li Mu slowly raised his eyes, his gaze like a surging sea of ​​stars, his voice calm yet like the descent of heavenly decrees:
"Since they want to fight, then—"

"war!"

Suddenly, the immortal city was filled with a surge of spiritual light, and countless light curtains crisscrossed the starry sky, transforming into a colossal array never before seen in history. The spirit stone mines burned wildly, and the array core operated like the sun and moon traversing the heavens. The entire immortal city seemed to transform into a dazzling sun, its brilliance overshadowing all the stars.

From the perspective of the Xirang Realm, the Immortal Port resembles a blazing sun in a sea of ​​stars, while the Xirang Clan army surges in like moths drawn to a flame.

"kill--!"

Thousands of warriors roared and charged, their stone hammers and bone axes crashing heavily onto the Immortal Harbor's spirit shield!
The spirit shield remained unmoved, yet the recoil pulverized the enemy forces that had been advancing into dust.

"Foolish natives, ignorant of the heavens!" The Valley Master of Burning Heaven sneered, flames surged, and the Burning Heaven Dharma Form rose again.

The Sword Sect Ancestor unleashed his sword energy, cleaving through several charging behemoths.

At that moment, a burst of yellow light erupted from deep within the Rang tribe's army—

"All soil returns to its source, solidify!"

The Lord of the Pan King raised his palms to the sky, drawing upon the power of the earth veins of the entire Xirang Realm, transforming it into a vast pillar of light capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, which crashed into the Immortal Port Spirit Shield!
boom--!
The starry sky trembled, the spiritual shield fluctuated violently, and cracks suddenly appeared!

"The spirit shield is damaged by 20%, and the array core is being repaired!" King Zhenhai's expression hardened as he looked at Li Mu and said.

Li Mu's gaze flickered slightly, and a wisp of Xuanhuang Ancestral Qi escaped from his fingertip, silently disappearing into the spiritual shield. In an instant, the shield, which was on the verge of collapse, shone brightly, the cracks healed, and it became even more magnificent than before! The Xuanhuang Ancestral Qi swirled and flowed, actually connecting the Immortal Harbor Array with the earth veins of the Breath Soil Realm.

The Rang Clan's all-out attack was actually aimed at their own very essence!

"Burning Heaven, Sword Sect, Withered Zen, Illusionary Spirit—follow me into battle!" King Zhenhai shouted sternly.

Four figures descended upon the world like gods, their flames, sword rainbows, Buddhist light, and primordial energy sweeping across the starry sky.

Li Mu sat upright like a mountain, yet he seemed to be the master of all things. Wherever his gaze fell, all laws followed. His gaze pierced through the battle formation and locked onto the four supreme beings of the Earth Clan on the Thick Earth Altar.

With a raised palm, a colossal, primordial hand, capable of suppressing the entire star field, materialized out of thin air, carrying the power to annihilate all ages, and directly shook the altar.

"The ultimate realm of Dao Venerable!" The four powerful figures paled in shock and exhausted their life force to form an array to resist.

However, the yellow shield shattered like glass before the colossal black and yellow hand.

With a single palm strike, the altar shattered, and the four powerful figures coughed up their divine blood, their Dao foundations trembled violently, and they were sent flying backward!

With one strike, all things fell silent.

The Rang tribe's offensive abruptly ceased, their eyes filled only with despair.

"The entire army will launch a counterattack."

The voice of the King of Zhenhai descended like a divine decree: "Purge the remaining evil, and with this realm—rebuild the order of my Immortal Dynasty!"

"I will obey Your Majesty's decree!"

Ten thousand ships roared together, and the mighty torrent of the Celestial Dynasty surged forth, ultimately establishing its dominance.

Above the starry sky, the residual power of the colossal Xuanhuang hand lingered, and the shattered rocks from the collapsed Thick Earth Altar still churned in the void. Li Mu slowly withdrew his palm, his gaze calm and still, like a undisturbed well, as if the earth-shattering blow had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

With this divine blessing, the King of Zhenhai's fighting spirit soared, and his command was like thunder: "All ships advance! Crush the enemy formation!"

The Celestial Dynasty fleet responded with a thunderous roar, its ten thousand ships unleashing a chorus of spiritual cannons. Pillars of light tore through the dim yellow sky, like divine punishment descending from the heavens, cleansing the universe.

The Valley Master of Burning Heaven laughed loudly, shaking the sky. His Crimson Flame Dharma Form rose again, his fists carrying the flames of burning the world, and he charged straight at the Earth-Splitting Beast King.

The beast king roared and rose, its rocky armor emitting a ghostly light, drawing upon the immense power of the earth's veins to transform into a thousand-foot-long stone claw that met the attack head-on. Fire and stone collided, exploding with a deafening roar, causing clouds to billow for miles around, and scorching fragments of rock rained down, each strike piercing through mountains and rivers.

The Sword Sect Ancestor transformed into a streak of light, his sword piercing the starry sky, aimed directly at the Jade Empress. Azure flames surged in the Empress's eyes as she formed hand seals, unleashing countless emerald vines that shot forth from the void, coiling around the sword light.

The sword's rainbow swirled, severing countless green branches, scattering jade fragments like snowflakes. Yet the vines, ever-renewing, tightened their grip, subtly eroding the sword's intent.

The ancestor snorted coldly, changed his sword technique, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall sword domain appeared behind him. Endless sword energy surged like a river, shattering layers of green barriers.

The withered Zen Buddha walked through the air, each step creating lotus blossoms, his chanting magnificent. The Lord of the Swamp roared, stirring up towering waves of turbid mud, the filthy mud carrying a soul-corroding aura that rushed towards them.

The Buddha clasped his hands in front of his chest, his body radiating boundless pure light, his golden form unwavering. Any filth that touched it crumbled instantly, and any malevolent energy vanished upon contact with the light. The Lord of the Swamp, enraged, transformed his entire body into a boundless swamp, devouring the heavens and the earth, intent on completely submerging the Buddha.

The Illusionary Spirit Immortal Venerable gracefully flew to the side of the battlefield. With a light touch of her slender fingers, the Nine Revolutions Returning Spirit Array shone brightly, and countless spiritual plant roots pierced through the void, frantically absorbing the life force of the earth's veins.

The land of the Xirang Realm withered visibly, while the Immortal Dynasty's warships shone brighter, wounded cultivators healed instantly, and their magical power surged like a tide.

"How dare you!" The Lord of the Rock King, witnessing this scene, was filled with rage. He suppressed his injuries to his Dao Foundation, plunged his arms into the earth, and activated the remaining ley lines, roaring hoarsely, "All spirits... self-destruct!"

The earth trembled violently, and countless blood-red pillars of light erupted from the earth's core, carrying the power of a world's grief and anger, intending to destroy the Immortal Dynasty's fleet along with the Sea of ​​Spiritual Origin.

King Zhenhai's expression hardened, and the fleet's spiritual shields flashed rapidly, seemingly unable to withstand this desperate attack.

At that moment, Li Mu's fingers, which were lightly tapping the jade table, paused slightly.

An invisible Daoist aura emanated from his body, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield. The surging, almost explosive power of the earth veins seemed to be gently pressed down by an invisible giant hand, abruptly freezing. The surging blood light froze in mid-air, like ink marks frozen in a painting.

The next moment, Li Mu's gaze shifted slightly and landed on the Lord of the Pan King.

The Lord of the Rock King trembled violently, as if the starry sky was pressing down on him. The earth power he was so proud of backfired on him, his rock armor shattered inch by inch, blood gushed from his seven orifices, and he knelt down with a thud.

Li Mu did not look at it a second time.

It was as if I had merely brushed away a bothersome moth.

The celestial dynasty warships shone brightly once more, seizing this fleeting opportunity to unleash a barrage of cannon fire, completely shattering the stagnant crimson pillar of light.

The Valley Master of Burning Heaven punched through the chest of the Earth-Splitting Beast King, his true fire burning its core into glass; the Sword Sect Ancestor's sword light split into countless forms, piercing through the Jade Queen's brow, and the green flames suddenly extinguished; the Golden Body of the Withered Zen Buddha enlarged, and with a single palm strike, the boundless swamp was evaporated by the vast Buddhist power, revealing the withered true body of the Swamp Master, which shattered inch by inch.

The Illusionary Spirit Immortal Venerable's formation is complete, and the Sea of ​​Spiritual Source has been completely transformed into resources for the Immortal Dynasty, with its abundant vitality feeding back to all armies.

Witnessing the successive falls of their supreme beings, the Rang tribe's army's last shred of fighting spirit completely collapsed, and they fled in panic, retreating like a receding tide.

"Clear the battlefield and occupy all the leyline nodes." The King of Zhenhai gave the order, his voice now calm and steady. "Incorporate this realm into the Immortal Map."

The fairy banners fluttered, planted all over the scorched earth.

Starport remains as glorious as ever, like the sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the new order of this world.

Li Mu sat calmly, his gaze deep within, where stars seemed to flow and reflect the distant lands. As if he had discovered something, his expression darkened.

Just as the immortal banners were planted across the scorched earth, and the cultivators of various factions were about to take over the leyline nodes and construct new spiritual energy hubs, a suppressed and long mournful cry suddenly echoed from the depths of the earth. The sound did not come from any living being; it was more like the wailing of a world in despair, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, soaring straight to the heavens!

"Om-"

A chilling, foul stench erupted from the crack in the ground, spreading rapidly like ink. Wherever it passed, the land, just nourished by the celestial dynasty's spiritual light, withered instantly, its life force drained, turning into a deathly, gray expanse. This viscous, almost tangible aura twisted and churned under the dim yellow sky, eventually condensing into a vast, oppressive miasma of malevolent energy that blotted out the sun!

"What is this?"

Some low-level cultivators were caught off guard and enveloped by the miasma. They felt their minds shake violently, and hallucinations appeared before their eyes. All they could hear were the dying cries and curses of the Rang tribe. Instantly, their faces turned pale, and their spiritual energy dissipated. They even showed signs of going into demonic possession!
"Retreat immediately! This miasma is corroding the soul!" shouted a general under the command of the King of Zhenhai. He quickly organized the cultivators to retreat and at the same time summoned defensive magic treasures in an attempt to stop the spread of the miasma.

However, the malevolent miasma was extremely strange; ordinary spiritual light would crumble upon it, and it seemed to possess a spirit, specifically targeting the souls of cultivators. In just a short while, dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators were corrupted, their eyes turning bloodshot, their minds clouded, and they began to kill each other!

"presumptuous!"

The Valley Master of Burning Heaven roared, his red hair flying wildly, and the true fire around him rose into the air like an angry dragon, transforming into a thousand-foot-long pillar of fire that shot straight into the core of the miasma. He had made a great contribution this time and was about to completely cleanse this world. How could he allow such villains to cause trouble?

Flames raged, distorting the void. The Valley Master of Burning Heaven was confident that one strike would be enough to burn away the miasma.

However, the pillar of fire, upon striking the miasma, was like a clay ox entering the sea; it only burned a tiny portion before being rapidly devoured by the dense, malevolent energy. The miasma churned, not dissipating but instead seeming enraged, hurtling towards the Immortal Dynasty's battle formation with even greater ferocity! (End of Chapter)