Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

The Blazing God Realm originates deep within the Molten Sea.

The Flame God's true form ignited an almost frenzied flame in his crimson-gold eyes, and he plunged his arms into the boiling core of the molten sea beneath him, triggering the most primordial Flame Essence Dao Law of the entire God Realm.

Centered on the Flame God himself, the molten sea formed a massive vortex. Countless fire domains and stars that depended on this realm dimmed instantly, and the immense power of the realm's origin was forcibly extracted, transforming into a crimson-gold torrent that traversed the galaxy and flowed into his presence.

As the Flame God himself opened his mouth and inhaled, countless Flame Spirits and Fire Cultivators with advanced cultivation levels, as well as those of the race possessing the Flame God's bloodline, within the Divine Realm, simultaneously stiffened. Their vital energy and soul light uncontrollably left their bodies, transforming into countless scarlet specks of light. Screaming cries and desperate thoughts instantly filled the heavens and earth, merging into the crimson torrent.

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The core hall of the Frozen Realm, the Eternal Frozen Land.

The Ice Skeleton Ruler's face was covered in millennia of frost, with nine newly formed skulls swirling around it, emitting piercing shrieks; its hands plunged into the ancient, unyielding icy earth beneath its feet, drawing upon the extreme cold that sustained this realm.

"Crack, crack..." Amidst a series of deafening roars, the ice plain cracked open into bottomless ravines. A chilling, almost blackish-blue aura surged forth like a burst dam, causing the temperature of the entire frozen tundra to plummet, as if even light itself was frozen and swallowed up. Countless ice crystal beings, from powerful Ice Soul Generals to the lowest-ranking Snow Demons, shattered inch by inch. Their souls and life essence were forcibly stripped and extracted by the chilling, blue aura, transforming into a raging river of icy blue blood that merged into the vast torrent of the Boundary Source.

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Thunder Punishment God Realm, in the center of the Eye of Thousand Thunder Sea.

The remnant body of the Eternal Thunder God erupted in its final fury, raising its single arm high and drawing upon the source of the Thunder Pool. Countless purple and golden lightning bolts broke free from their original paths and frantically converged into its palm, condensing into a continuously compressed thunder core that spewed destructive electric light.

Within the Thunder Domain, countless Thunder Spirits and Thunder Cultivators exploded and their souls scattered under the backlash of the thunder. Their essence, blood, and shattered souls were forcibly absorbed by the Thunder Core, causing the Thunder Core's color to change from purplish-gold to a dark and murky purplish-black, emanating a violent aura.

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Three torrents, each containing a portion of the world's origin and offerings from countless living beings, traversed the endless void and converged with a desolate, forgotten wasteland where laws had collapsed and all things were lifeless!

This desolate land was once the final battlefield of an ancient war between realms, where countless resentments and aura of destruction have accumulated over millennia. At this moment, three torrents, imbued with the ruthless will of the realm lord and the blood sacrifice of countless lives, converge and merge here.

"With the source of the realm as the sacrifice, and the spirit as the guide, all paths return to emptiness, and the Lotus of Devouring the Dao... condenses!"

Three vast and twisted realm lord wills roared in unison, stirring up endless resentment in this place.

With a deafening roar, the three-colored torrents spun and collapsed wildly in the void, eventually coalescing into a point of extreme darkness.

The next moment, this darkness suddenly expanded, draining everything around it, and a sprout broke through the "soil" from the darkness; it was completely dark, as if it were formed from the purest "nothingness" and "devouring" principles. The sprout grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, pulling out a stem and unfolding leaves... Finally, a nine-petaled black lotus quietly bloomed in the void.

Devouring Black Lotus!

The moment the lotus was formed, the entire desolate void suddenly sank inward, completely devoured by the black lotus, becoming its growth sustenance; the black lotus was about ten feet in size, its petals were dark, absorbing all light and spiritual energy, and countless fine and twisted Dao patterns were faintly visible in the lotus heart, emitting a strange fluctuation that made all Dao tremble.

The black lotus floated silently in the void, its petals opening and closing gently. With each breath, it caused the threads of law from distant star fields to tremble slightly, being drawn away and devoured from afar.

The divine thoughts of the Flame God, the Ice Skeleton Ruler, and the Eternal Thunder God once again converged on the Black Lotus from afar, carrying an undisguised weakness and a hint of almost manic anticipation.

"It's done...it's finally done!" The divine thought of the Eternal Thunder God, accompanied by hoarse thunder, roared madly: "Gathering a portion of the origin of the Three Realms, sacrificing countless living beings, and drawing upon the deathly stillness of the Eternal Desolate Land...this lotus, which devours all paths, is the nemesis of chaos!"

The Ice Bone Ruler's divine sense was icy cold: "This lotus is newly born and needs more Dao principles to nourish it before it can be fully perfected and display the power of devouring the Dao."

The Flame God's divine sense was the weakest, yet it was filled with the deepest hatred as he resolutely declared, "Lead it...to the Netherworld Blood Realm! Let that Chaos Dao Lord personally 'nurture' this Devouring Lotus!"

The remaining divine senses of the three realm lords transformed into invisible tentacles, carefully touching the foundation of the Devouring Black Lotus.

The black lotus trembled slightly, its heart swirling in the void, as if sensing the vast and unique chaotic Dao rhythm from the distant other shore. The next moment, its figure silently disappeared into the void, flying away in a strange manner towards the Netherworld Blood Realm.

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The countless roots of the Chaos Dao Tree, like invisible tentacles, quietly spread through the deep void, drawing upon the origins of all realms to nourish itself. Li Mu's mind was focused, breathing and resonating with the Dao Tree. The rhythm of the laws of the myriad realms was like heavenly music entering his ears, and his Dao realm steadily rose in silence.

However, when a particularly thick main root reached towards the "Primordial Ancient Realm," it encountered an unprecedented obstruction.

The boundary wall was not as solid as metal, but rather like a chaotic flow of energy without beginning or end, or a dense and flexible net of light. The main root, carrying the Chaos Dao Tree, touched the boundary wall with an all-pervasive force, like a huge force striking the void, like water trapped in a whirlpool, and was gently pushed away by a gentle but unshakeable force.

This force is a self-contained, perfect, and flawless set of laws that operate naturally. No matter what kind of external force invades, it is neutralized and guided by its mysterious rhythm, making it difficult to truly penetrate.

Above the boundary wall, the Daoist aura of "Primordial Beginning" appears and disappears, seemingly containing the primordial meaning of the undivided heaven and earth and the undifferentiated yin and yang, mysterious and unfathomable.

Li Mu, sitting upright under the Dao tree, twitched his eyebrows slightly. His mind was connected with the roots, and he could clearly feel the unique resistance. He did not force the roots to break through—such a brute force might cause a backlash from the laws and damage the spirituality of the roots.

Li Mu's mind raced, and his main root abruptly changed its course, moving like a serpent slowly coiling around the edge of the boundary. At the same time, a wisp of extremely refined divine thought separated from his sea of ​​consciousness, as thin as a spider's thread, containing the true meaning of the Great Dao of Chaos, and quietly attached itself to the tip of the root.

This thought is free from invasion and disturbance, like a humble seeker of the Way, carefully experiencing the laws and rhythms scattered by the "Primordial" barrier.

At first, it was hazy, like looking through a light veil, making it difficult to see the truth; the primordial Dao was harmonious and self-protective, impervious to all laws, even the Great Dao of Chaos was regarded as "heretical", gently rejected at the door.

Li Mu remained calm and unhurried, abandoning any thought of analysis, and focused solely on pure perception to connect and resonate with the world. He "heard" the boundary wall rising and falling like breathing, containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth; he "saw" the Dao patterns arising and revolving within the flexible net of light, as if depicting the scene of the beginning of the universe.

This primordial essence contains boundless vitality, resembling the beginning of all things and the source of all phenomena. Yet it forms its own cycle, requiring no external seeking, and all external forces are repelled by its resilience.

Time flows quietly through contemplation; Li Mu, immersed in its charm, seems to have gained some insight.

Both the Primordial Beginning and the Chaos are related to the origin and encompass all things, but their paths are very different: the Chaos is the main force of transformation and return to nothingness, and it also devours creation; the Primordial Beginning, on the other hand, guards the One and preserves the truth, untouched by dust and dirt, and becomes a pure land.

“The beginning of heaven and earth, the mother of all things…” A ripple stirred in Li Mu’s heart: “In the beginning, one guards the one, which is the ultimate purity. Chaos embraces all worlds, and the beginning preserves oneself. Although the paths are different, they ultimately return to the same origin.”

Li Mu vaguely realized that if he could understand some of the mysteries of the Primordial Beginning, he might be able to make up for what was lacking in the Dao of Chaos—Chaos excels in "change" and "transformation," and if he could integrate the "stability" and "preservation" of the Primordial Beginning, the foundation of the Dao of Chaos might be further perfected.

Li Mu's divine sense followed the roots, his mind immersed in the profound Daoist principles of "preserving the One and maintaining the True" in the Primordial Ancient Realm. As he carefully comprehended the subtle connection between this principle and the Great Dao of Chaos, an extremely subtle fluctuation, exuding an aura of "devouring," suddenly rippled from the depths of his perception connected to the Chaos Dao Tree. Like a stone falling into an ancient well, the ripples were silent yet startling. This fluctuation did not originate from the Primordial Realm Wall, but rather from another tiny root extending into the unknown void—that direction pointed to a realm where laws were silent, a tiny realm.

Li Mu focused his mind and instantly sent his divine sense to the scene.

At the tip of that root, the previously steady flow of gray energy drawing upon the essence of the void suddenly encountered its nemesis, quietly attaching itself to a point of extreme darkness. At first glance, it appeared to be a speck of dust, but upon closer inspection, it was the phantom of a slowly rotating nine-petaled black lotus!

The lotus petals are deep and mysterious, devouring light and spirit, even divine sense cannot fathom their depths; at the heart of the lotus, the Dao patterns twist and turn, emanating a strange aura that makes all paths tremble.

It is the Devouring Black Lotus!

This lotus is like a leech clinging to bone. As the lotus petals tremble slightly, an invisible devouring power spreads out. Wherever it touches, the chaotic Dao silently collapses and is greedily swallowed up.

The black lotus reverses the flow of the Dao, eroding upwards along its roots. Wherever it passes, the vitality and power of the roots are constantly lost. The erosion is slow, but it carries a ferocious nature that is specifically designed to counter the origin of all Daos and is irreversible!
Li Mu's eyes flashed like lightning. He did not immediately suppress it with the power of chaos. This thing was strange. If he resisted it with brute force, it might backfire and help it.

In a flash, Li Mu had a thought and activated the primordial Daoist essence he had just comprehended!
"In the beginning, when all things are in harmony, nothing can harm you!"

That wisp of Dao, which resonated with the Primordial Boundary Wall and had suddenly gained enlightenment, emerged, carrying the pure meaning of "self-contained and untainted by external evils," and rushed down along the veins of the Dao Tree, instantly reaching the place where the roots had been invaded.

It transforms into a colorless, invisible, thin yet resilient film of light, gently covering the end of the eroded section and quietly isolating it.

A strange thing happened—the power of the black lotus, which could even devour the laws of chaos, stopped abruptly when it touched the light membrane. Its devouring power collided with the membrane, becoming slippery and unbreakable, and was completely blocked.

The primordial light membrane flowed ceaselessly, gently washing away the isolated sections. The black lotus's absorption was interrupted, its shadow twisting as if emitting a silent shriek, struggling left and right, unable to cross the forbidden zone even half a step.

Taking advantage of the situation, Li Mu formed a hand seal, his hands forming an ancient incantation in front of his chest. He drew upon the origin of the Netherworld Blood Realm and the boundless vitality of the Chaos Dao Tree, condensing it into a stream of chaotic light containing the three true meanings of "sealing," "suppressing," and "silence." This light rushed along the roots, like a skilled craftsman weaving a net, enveloping the withered roots along with the black lotus phantom.

With a snap, the stream of light converged, transforming into a fist-sized gray crystal. Strange patterns flowed across its surface, while within, a black lotus phantom struggled incessantly, unable to break free from the cage that combined the power of chaotic suppression and primordial isolation.

Li Mu raised his hand, and the crystal pierced through the void, landing in his palm. It was icy to the touch, with a dark, churning energy surging within, and a faint, venomous intent emanating from it, sending chills down one's spine.

Li Mu stared at the crystal, his brows furrowing slightly. This thing devours the source of the Dao, and its nature is unpredictable. If he hadn't obtained a trace of the Primordial True Meaning, things would likely have ended badly today, and the roots of the Dao Tree would undoubtedly have been damaged.

"Using the source of the world and billions of living beings as sacrifices, this ferocious creature was forged..." A cold glint flashed in Li Mu's eyes, "Those three have truly become desperate."

Such actions are close to the demonic path; in order to gain an advantage, they are willing to sacrifice the lives of ordinary people.

Li Mu scanned the area again with his divine sense, examining all the roots and tendrils, and only after confirming that there was no other place where he had been invaded did he relax a little.

“This lotus possesses such power even in its early stages. If it is allowed to grow, it will surely become a great scourge.” Li Mu gently stroked the crystal with his fingertips, sensing the stubborn devouring intent within it. “We must find a way to completely refine it, sever its root, and solve the problem once and for all.”

However, this lotus was forged by the three realm lords through a cross-realm alliance, using their own Dao principles and the sacrificial source of the realm. Its origin is deeply hidden, separated by endless void, making it difficult to trace and destroy.

After a moment of contemplation, Li Mu suspended the crystal beneath a branch of the Chaos Dao Tree, using the tree's energy flow to cleanse it day and night, dispelling its ferocity. He secretly strengthened the monitoring of the roots, paying particular attention to areas where the laws were chaotic and filth was rampant, to prevent further sneak attacks.

Having survived this ordeal, Li Mu gained a deeper understanding of the wonders of the Primordial Dao. His mind returned to its original focus, delving into the main root that led to the Primordial Ancient Realm, concentrating on comprehending the principle of "preserving the One and maintaining the True"—this path offers the opportunity to benefit from the Chaos Dao and can also serve as a trump card for dealing with devouring entities and various dangers of the Dao in the future.

The moment the Devouring Black Lotus was sealed by the Chaos Crystal, the three Realm Lords, far away in the depths of the origin of the three Realms of Blazing Flame, Frost, and Thunder Punishment, felt their souls struck by a thunderbolt, and they all trembled violently!

"How could this be... how could this happen?"

The Flame God's true form suddenly raised his head from the primordial molten sea, and the chaotic axe mark on his chest suddenly burst forth with excruciating pain. The connection with the Black Lotus's primordial essence seemed to have been ruthlessly severed by an invisible heavenly blade. The backlash was like poisonous fire burning his heart, scorching the divine flames around his body, causing them to flicker wildly.

"The Black Lotus... has been suppressed?" The ancient ice surrounding the Ice Skeleton Sovereign emitted a faint crackling sound, and the nine skull phantoms dimmed simultaneously. She clearly sensed that the Devouring Lotus, which had condensed a portion of the World Origin and the blood sacrifice of billions of living beings, had instantly lost all sound.

A chill originating from the Dao level spread from the depths of the soul, freezing the Ice Bone Master's thoughts to the point of near paralysis.

"Impossible! The Devouring Black Lotus is formed from the essence of our realms and endless resentment. It is specifically designed to counter all laws, and even Chaos should be corrupted by it!" The Eternal Thunder God rolled wildly in the Thunder Pool, his purple lightning exploding and shattering the surrounding void.

His single eye was wide open, filled with disbelief and horror. The suppression of the Devouring Black Lotus meant that their final killing move, which they had obtained at a huge cost and even at the cost of sacrificing their clans, had been broken so easily.
Just how incredible were the supernatural powers of the Chaos Dao Lord?

Panic, like an invisible plague, spread wildly through the hearts of the three realm lords.

"What... what is his background? Is the Chaos Dao truly so invincible?" The Ice Skeleton Sovereign's voice was dry, and his body was filled with uncontrollable coldness, freezing the temple with layers of ice shards.

The Eternal Thunder God roared furiously, his thunderous voice trembling slightly: "With the Black Lotus suppressed, our Dao foundations have also been affected... This time, I'm afraid we've truly enraged him!"

It was as if one could already see that the colossal axe that had cleaved the heavens and the earth once more, carrying boundless fury, slashing towards the very origin of the Three Realms.

The three realm lords simultaneously sensed the boundary wall and clearly felt a faint, vast, and heavenly will sweep across the boundary barrier. The will did not stop or attack, but rather, like a monarch inspecting his territory, it carried an undeniable power of dominion.

But it was this seemingly innocuous sweep that made the three realm lords tremble with fear, as if they had fallen into an ice cave!
The Lord of Chaos knows! He must know that the Black Lotus was our doing! Why isn't he taking action now? What is he waiting for? Or is he brewing an even more terrifying revenge?

I was filled with anxiety and unease, as if it were my shadow.

The once-dominant realm lords and supreme beings now resembled lambs to the slaughter, restless and uneasy within their own realms. Even the slightest unusual ripple in the void made them tremble with fear, lest it be the arrival of the Chaos Dao Lord.

"If only I had known this would happen..." The Flame God himself looked at the hideous chaotic axe mark on his chest reflected in the molten sea and let out a sigh full of regret and despair.

Joining forces to fight against chaos may have been a path to certain death from the very beginning!

The Ice Skeleton Sovereign remained silent, and the nine illusory skulls faded completely, disappearing into the endless cold air, as if only in this way could he gain a sliver of illusory security.

The Eternal Thunder God stared intently at the endless dark void beyond the boundary, his single eye filled with bloodshot veins, madness, and a trace of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit...

Within the Three Realms, a deathly silence reigned, broken only by the heavy, suppressed breathing of the Realm Lords and the faint hum of the Realm Barriers straining under their weight, testifying to the approaching end. (End of Chapter)