Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Beneath the starry sky, the malevolent miasma writhed and surged like a living creature, swallowing and exhaling spiritual light, corroding bones and souls. Its filthy and poisonous aura, like rotting blood crawling from the depths of the netherworld, entangled the primordial spirit and eroded the Dao heart.

The raging flames suddenly burst into flames, burning the sky and attempting to reduce the filth to ashes. However, the fire was not extinguished; instead, the miasma swelled due to the flames, as if nourished, churning into clouds and transforming into countless twisted ghost faces. They opened their mouths but were silent, yet their shrill cries pierced straight into the soul and tore apart the sea of ​​consciousness.

The Buddha of Withered Zen sat cross-legged in the void, chanting mantras with a voice like a resounding bell, shaking the three realms. Boundless Buddha light surged from the crown of his head, transforming into a golden tide that surged mightily towards the miasma. When the golden light met the turbid mist, it was like metal striking stone, producing a piercing shriek. The Buddha light peeled away inch by inch, being devoured layer by layer by the corrupting power, and on the golden body, streaks of black lines appeared, spreading like a spider web.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

From the depths of the miasma, a strange laugh suddenly arose, piercing like bone needles scraping stone, sending chills down one's spine. A blurry, colossal shadow slowly materialized, shaped like a festering mountain range, its body churning with pus and blood, within which countless pained faces floated and wailed, each cry filled with blood and each word brimming with resentment—this was the Lord of the Miasma Source, born from the destroyed earth veins, a product of ten thousand years of accumulated resentment within the Breath of Earth Realm!
"You ants of the Immortal Dynasty... you have seized my land and slaughtered my people... today I will use your bones to appease the remnants of this world!" The Lord of the Miasma roared, his voice shaking the heavens. He waved his arm, creating a torrent of filth that surged forth. Wherever it passed, space decayed, laws collapsed, and the world changed color.

The Sword Sect Ancestor snorted coldly, unleashing a sword strike that sent a river of swords hurtling across the sky, dazzling like a cascading Milky Way, cleaving through the torrent. However, the sword light became murky, dimming instantly, its spiritual essence dissipating, and the sword itself developing rust spots. The Ancestor groaned, his sword-wielding hand trembling slightly, his blood surging.

Standing atop the flagship, the King of Zhenhai's expression was grave. The Immortal Harbor Array rapidly activated, the Primordial Qi swirling like a dragon, attempting to harmonize the earth's veins and suppress the source of the evil. However, this resentment was no ordinary evil; though the Primordial Qi was abundant, it could not cleanse its root. The miasma had breached the outer defenses, crashing towards the flagship like a towering black wave!

The powerful figures unleashed their extraordinary abilities: blazing flames scorched the heavens, sword energy cleaved the earth, Buddhist light shone everywhere, and illusionary spells bewitched minds, weaving a net to trap the source of the miasma. However, all their efforts were like water thrown into a raging fire—not only failing to contain it, but also corrupting and devouring them. Several celestial generals, their eyes turning black and their minds clouded, even drew their weapons and turned against their comrades!

At the critical moment, on the jade platform of the main ship, Li Mu finally stood up.

He didn't look at the colossal shadow that blotted out the sky; he simply took a light step forward.

"Om-"

Invisible ripples spread from beneath his feet, silent and still, yet they caused the world to fall silent and all things to freeze.

The churning miasma, the swarming vengeful spirits, the dissipating spiritual light, and even the horrified expressions of the powerful figures—all were frozen in that instant, like a painting solidified.

Only a hazy chaos spread out from Li Mu's body, silently engulfing light and darkness. Within it, the earth, fire, wind, and water were reenacted, yin and yang and the five elements were reversed, as if countless worlds were being born and dying within the dust, and the sound of the Great Dao could be faintly heard.

Chaotic Dao Domain!

The filthy torrent crashed into the edge of the Dao Domain, melting away instantly like ice and snow meeting boiling water, leaving no trace. The Lord of the Miasma Source let out a deafening roar, his massive body pulled uncontrollably by an invisible force, plummeting towards the center of chaos!
"Do not--!"

It struggled frantically, drawing upon billions of resentful energies from the Breath of Earth to impact the Dao Domain. However, the tide of resentment was like a stone sinking into an abyss, not even causing a ripple.

Li Mu's eyes were indifferent, and his five fingers were slightly clenched.

The Chaos Dao Domain slowly contracted.

The Lord of the Miasma Source collapsed like a mountain, and billions of resentful grievances were crushed into the most fundamental particles, eventually turning into a wisp of gray smoke and dissipating into nothingness.

The world suddenly became clear.

The remaining miasma, having lost its dominance, dissipated. The dim light of day returned, though not yet clear, but the soul-corroding evil was gone.

The starry sky was silent, with only the celestial dynasty's warships shimmering with spiritual light, reflecting the countless shocked and speechless faces below.

From the moment the miasma appears to its complete annihilation, it is but a fleeting instant.

Li Mu flicked his sleeve, turned around and returned to his jade seat, his expression indifferent, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

The King of Zhenhai took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and his voice, like metal on the battlefield, resounded:
"Clear the battlefield, set up the formation—incorporate this realm into the immortal chariot!"

The celestial banners fluttered, planted across the scorched earth. The brilliance of the starport once again illuminated the mountains and rivers, but the chilling atmosphere lingered.

Upon receiving the order, the Immortal Dynasty's warriors scattered like a tide, occupying the earth vein nodes and constructing spiritual hubs. The Immortal Harbor Array, shrouded in Xuanhuang Ancestral Qi, slowly sank, intertwining and merging with the remaining earth veins of the Breath Soil Realm, like the roots of a giant tree, drawing upon the last spiritual essence of this realm.

The Valley Master of Burning Heaven concealed his Dharma form, sparks flickering among his crimson hair. He surveyed the scorched earth and coldly snorted, "Those who stubbornly resist will ultimately perish."

The Sword Sect Ancestor lightly brushed the sword's edge with his fingertips, peeling away the rust inch by inch. The sword light re-condensed, clear and cold as frost, and he said calmly, "It's just that the dust has settled."

The golden body of the withered Buddha returned to clarity, the black lines faded away, and he softly chanted Buddhist mantras, his compassionate eyes gazing upon the devastation before him.

The Illusionary Spirit Immortal raised his hand to cast a spell, reversing the Nine Revolutions Rejuvenation Array and feeding back the vast life force he had just absorbed. Tiny sprouts of spirit energy broke through the scorched earth, weak yet tenacious, a sign of rebirth for this realm.

Li Mu sat quietly behind the jade table, his gaze not falling on the spiritual sprout, nor on the busy cultivators. In his eyes, stars swirled, reflecting not the ruined world before him, but a more profound and distant unknown.

Just as the Chaos Dao Domain unfolded and annihilated the Lord of the Miasma Source, Li Mu's divine sense stirred slightly, catching a faint, ancient, and unusually surging emotion emanating from the deepest core of the remnants of the Breath Soil Realm. This emotion shared the same origin as resentment, yet transcended it, carrying a cold indifference, as if it were a gaze from the very beginning of time.

Just then, an urgent report arrived from the front lines. A guard, carrying a blood-stained jade slip, hurried over and presented it.

The King of Zhenhai's divine sense swept over the area, his expression changed drastically, and he turned to bow to Li Mu, his voice heavy: "Senior, the exploration team has unearthed an ancient restriction beneath the ruins of the Thick Earth Altar. It is marked with... ancient runes that the Rang Clan could not possibly attain. The previous miasma of resentment was merely a wisp of its residual energy."

Upon hearing this, the powerful figures all turned solemn.

The Valley Master of Burning Heaven frowned deeply: "This realm actually holds hidden mysteries?"

The Sword Sect Ancestor's fingers hummed with sword intent, already indicating a state of alertness.

The Buddha of Dry Zen and the Immortal Venerable of Illusion also composed themselves and turned their gazes toward the jade slip.

Li Mu remained calm, as if he had expected this. He didn't look at the jade slip, but simply said, "I understand."

The moment the words fell, the entire Realm of Breath of Earth trembled violently! A tremor originating from the very source of the laws spread from the depths of the earth's core, as if a colossal beast that had slumbered for countless ages had slowly opened its eyes in the depths of the netherworld.

The sky darkened abruptly, more intensely than when miasma obscured the sun, as if all light had been swallowed up. A vast, deathly aura emanated from every crack in the earth, carrying the might of the primordial era and oppressing the very soul. The radiance of the Immortal Harbor's grand formation trembled violently, and the Primordial Qi of Xuanhuang let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain! The earth's veins, which had just stabilized, began to boil again, not in resistance, but rather... a trembling fear originating from the very source!

"What happened?!"

"The power of the earth's veins... the power of the earth's veins is rapidly disappearing!"

"Spirit shield collapsed! Psionic energy depleted!"

Exclamations arose, and chaos ensued.

Looking towards the horizon, a pitch-black spatial rift silently opened, devoid of light and sound, only pure, devouring darkness. The rift slowly expanded, and wherever it passed, everything lost its color, the laws collapsed, and even space itself seemed to be erased.

A gaze was cast from behind that crack.

Cold, ancient, indifferent. Like a deity from beyond the nine heavens, looking down upon the strife of the mortal world.

Under this gaze, even powerful figures like the Valley Master of Burning Heaven and the Ancestor of the Sword Sect felt their primordial spirits freeze and their magical power stagnate, as if they were being suppressed by an invisible giant mountain! The Buddha Master of Withered Zen's light dimmed rapidly, and the Immortal Venerable of Illusionary Spirit's face turned deathly pale, his spiritual energy almost solidified.

King Zhenhai's body trembled slightly, veins bulging on his forehead, and he struggled to speak: "This...this is..."

Li Mu slowly rose from behind the jade table, his robes fluttering even without wind. His calm gaze finally lifted completely, looking at the all-consuming dark rift and the indescribable existence behind it.

As Li Mu's gaze locked onto the darkness, the powerful figures of the Immortal Dynasty suddenly felt a lightness around them, as if a giant mountain weighing on their souls had been lifted for a moment. However, this brief relaxation did not bring them a respite; instead, it foreshadowed an even more terrifying impending doom.

"Boom--!"

It wasn't thunder, but the very laws of the entire Breath of Earth wailing in agony! The collective lamentations of billions of living beings echoed from the depths of the earth. The pitch-black crack ceased its slow expansion, instantly tearing open to a colossal size of ten thousand feet, like a gaping maw of an abyss, swallowing half the sky!

Beyond the crack, in the endless darkness, a blurry outline slowly became clear. It was neither flesh and blood, nor a dharma form, but rather formed from the purest, ancient laws of the earth. Shaped like a colossal beast perched in the starry sky, its mountain-like back had every rock seemingly bearing the weight of an entire world, flowing with a thick, leaden, primordial energy, yet carrying an eternal, unyielding stillness.

Its "head" hangs high, without facial features, only two deep vortexes like star-shaped black holes, which are its "eyes," currently staring indifferently at the Immortal Dynasty warship and the group of tiny "outsiders" on board.

"Jie..."

A deep, guttural hiss emanated from that being, neither human nor beast, seemingly existing since the dawn of the world. The sound was serene, yet it penetrated directly into the depths of the primordial spirit:

"Outsiders... trespassing into my realm and disturbing my slumber... their crimes are unforgivable!"

The voice, though invisible, clearly penetrated the hearts of everyone present, majestic and cold, brooking no argument. Accompanying these words, an unimaginably powerful pressure surged from the depths of the crack, instantly enveloping the entire Breath of Earth Realm!
This pressure is not filthy, but pure and profound; it is the rejection of the world's origin and the suppression at the level of laws!

The primordial energy of the Immortal Harbor Formation dimmed abruptly, emitting a cracking sound as it nearly disintegrated. The immortal generals and cultivators felt an invisible giant hand grip their bodies, their bones groaning, their spiritual energy stagnating, and their breathing becoming labored!
The Valley Master of Burning Heaven's red hair danced wildly, his blazing avatar swaying precariously. He roared and urged his natal fire, only to find his spiritual power suppressed, making it impossible for him to move an inch!

The Sword Sect Ancestor's longsword rang out with a clear sound, its sword intent soaring to the sky, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, stirring up a ripple that was then silently extinguished. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of the Sword Sect Ancestor's mouth, and he was instantly injured.

The golden body of the withered Zen Buddha has been stained with black patterns again, and it is even more profound. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, but it is eroded by layers of dirt. The Buddha's heart wavers, and confusion flashes in his eyes.

This is not a battle, but the world crushing the alien. They are facing the will of the entire Xirang Realm, the ruler of this realm—Gu Mang!
Gu Mang's "eyes" locked onto Li Mu, his cold and indifferent gaze as if scrutinizing a speck of dust.

"You... leave at once! This realm has no place for outsiders! If you do not leave... then stay and become nourishment for our realm!"

Gu Mang spoke again, giving no further chance. It slowly raised its mountain-like "arm," devoid of supernatural powers or incantations, yet with a single movement of that ancient, heavy arm, space distorted and collapsed, and the laws of nature shattered.

An irresistible force, carrying the primordial laws of the Breath of Earth realm, crashed towards the Immortal Dynasty's main ship—or more accurately, towards Li Mu!

The powerful figures of the Immortal Dynasty were terrified, unable to even muster the thought of resistance. That power transcended all laws; it was the world itself!
However, Li Mu's face remained as calm as a deep well as he slowly raised his right hand.

With a "hum!" sound, the tangible chaotic energy burst forth from his palm, instantly transforming into a vast and boundless chaotic domain!

This realm is different from the one before. At this moment, it seems to have fully awakened. Within it, earth, fire, wind, and water roar, yin and yang and the five elements are reversed, all things are born and die, the universe is created, and countless worlds evolve, collapse, and are reborn within it! It seems to encompass all the great Daos, yet transcend all laws, forming its own realm, independent of heaven and earth!

The immense power of the ancient wilderness, bearing the very essence of the world, crashed into the Chaos Dao Domain without an explosion or a groan.

Everything happened in silence.

That immense force, powerful enough to crush stars, melted upon contact with the domain, like snow meeting boiling water. The primordial laws of the Breath Soil Realm contained within it appeared immature and simplistic before the Chaos Dao Domain, easily analyzed, assimilated, and reversed by the Chaos Dao!

The Chaotic Dao Domain is like a bottomless abyss, or a sea that encompasses all things, devouring all the ancient and wild attacks, calming the violent will, and eliminating the force of rejection.

In the blink of an eye, the ancient beast's attack, which was powerful enough to destroy the Immortal Dynasty, vanished without a trace.

All oppression, all law-based rejection, and all threats of death vanished the instant the Chaos Dao Domain unfolded!
The powerful figures of the Immortal Dynasty suddenly came to their senses, panting heavily. Their eyes were filled with a mixture of shock and ecstasy. They were surprised to find that their magic power had been exhausted and their primordial spirits were on the verge of shattering, but now, under the protection of the Chaos Dao Domain, they had not only recovered to their original state, but their Dao hearts were also clear and their understanding of the laws had reached a new level!
This is a miracle!

They looked at Li Mu with awe—that indifferent man, who, against the backdrop of the chaotic Dao Domain, seemed to be one with the Great Dao, becoming the master of this chaotic universe!
The ancient primordial being—the master of the Xirang Realm—also stopped what he was doing.

For the first time, a hint of... vigilance appeared in Gu Mang's deep, black-hole-like "eyes"!
Gu Mang sensed that his domain power was utterly ineffective against that "outsider." That chaotic domain was no ordinary domain; it resembled a universe with its own independent consciousness, its fundamental laws being more ancient, vast, and inclusive than those of the Breath Soil Domain!

Its attack was silently neutralized, and even the power of the laws it released seemed to be reversed by the Chaos Dao Domain!
An unprecedented feeling washed over it; from its very birth, it had been the supreme ruler of this realm, all living beings as insignificant as ants, and all laws subservient to it. Even powerful beings from beyond the realm could not so easily dissolve its primal power!

"Who...who are you?"

The ancient voice was no longer cold and indifferent, but carried a solemn tone, even a hint of inquiry. It no longer addressed people as "outsiders," but instead used the pronoun "you"—this in itself was a change in attitude. (End of Chapter)