Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

In the void, a wisp of chaotic energy solidified into a tangible form, clinging to the broken and decaying nodes of the spiritual vein, like a thorn in the bone, glaring and alarming.

The Xuanhuang Dao Master sat cross-legged beside him, his face ashen. The Xuanhuang Qi around his body clashed fiercely with the Corrosive Source Strange Power within his body, making a crackling sound, indicating that he was seriously injured.

In the shattered void, traces of the Chaos Dao Lord's actions were everywhere, almost etched into the depths of the laws.

"The evidence is irrefutable! Lord of Chaos, what defense do you have left!"

The Ancient Origin Realm Lord roared from the Endless Starfield, and the World-Burning Divine Flame tore through layers of space, piercing straight into the Netherworld Blood Realm. Not only him, but also several other Realm Lords, including Hao Yi Dao Ancestor and Eternal Silence Nether Lord, arrived together. Their oppressive aura was like the collapse of a realm, firmly locking down the Chaos Treasure Palace.

Xingyan Daozun urgently tried to dissuade him, anxiously saying, "Guyuan, wait! This matter is strange. The outbreak of the Origin-Eroding Curse and the appearance of the Chaotic Aura are too coincidental. The heavenly secrets are in chaos, and there may be a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" The Ancient Silence Realm Lord sneered, "Xingyan, you can't deduce it, so you keep using 'strange' as an excuse? Xuanhuang is seriously injured and his source network is damaged. Could it be that this chaotic aura was created out of thin air, specifically to frame the Chaos Dao Lord?"

The atmosphere was tense, and the lords of all realms arrived together, intending to launch a strong attack.

Deep within the Chaos Treasure Palace, Li Mu opened his eyes beneath the Chaos Dao Tree, a hint of annoyance flashing across his gaze.

The tricks of the strange race are endless and disturbing. Li Mu originally had no intention of paying attention to them. However, this time the source network has been affected and Xuanhuang has been severely injured. If he remains silent, the crime will be confirmed. Even if he is not afraid of being besieged, it will only increase the trouble.

"Very well, then let you all see for yourselves what a clumsy imitation is." Li Mu snorted coldly, his figure shifting slightly as he stood outside the Netherworld Blood Realm, facing the oppressive aura of the Realm Lords.

Li Mu's green robe fluttered in the wind, and his surroundings were enveloped in a chaotic Dao Domain that was as deep and still as a mountain.

"Lord of Chaos!" The Ancient Origin Realm Lord's anger intensified upon seeing him appear.

Li Mu ignored them, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Daoist Xuanhuang. He said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Xuanhuang, I apologize for the offense!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Mu pointed his fingers like a sword, and pointed them out from a distance. A wisp of gray energy shot out from his fingertip and precisely entered the body of the Xuanhuang Daoist—not for attack, but to activate the Corrosive Source Strange Power within its body.

The Xuanhuang Dao Master's body trembled slightly as he felt the wisp of chaotic energy enter his body, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, flowing upstream along the corrosive veins. Wherever it passed, the insidious and vicious power was peeled away layer by layer, and the pain was greatly reduced.

The realm lords looked on with surprise and uncertainty.

Li Mu changed his technique again, and the chaotic energy, carrying the stripped-away evil power, was drawn out from the wound on Xuanhuang's chest, transforming into a twisted and struggling mass of gray-black spiritual energy.

At the same time, Li Mu grabbed the remaining "chaotic aura" from the source network node with his other hand.

The two auras stood side by side in the void, exposed to all eyes.

"You all see clearly," Li Mu said, gesturing to the assembled realm lords.

The Dao patterns flowed from Li Mu's fingertips, and the power of the Dao Fruit of Order illuminated the subtle and mysterious, dissecting that wisp of "chaos".

Within the hazy, gray airflow, chaotic Dao power surged in, dissecting layer by layer, breaking down the enveloping forces until the core was revealed: several strange white primordial energy patterns pieced together. These patterns were intricately structured, mimicking the "encompassing evolution" of chaos, using a trace of chaotic essence from the source network as a cover. Yet, deep within their core, a "twisted and plundering" quality was nowhere to be hidden under the light of order, sharing the same origin and resonating with the eroding source power!

"This is not chaos, but a fake created by the Ghost Clan, which uses the origin as its bones and steals spiritual energy as its skin." Li Mu flicked his fingertips, and the fake aura collapsed with a bang, revealing strange patterns that merged with the source-corroding ghost power and wailed, eventually annihilating: "Its nature is insidious, and it is created specifically to corrupt and frame others. It is completely different from the Chaos Dao that I have realized."

"Fellow Daoists, is there anything else you don't understand?" After saying that, Li Mu looked at the Ancient Origin Realm Master with a meaningful expression and asked.

As soon as Li Mu finished speaking, the surrounding area fell into dead silence.

The Ancient Origin Realm Lord's angry expression froze, Hao Yi Dao Ancestor's hand stroking his beard stopped, and the dark ripples around the Eternal Silence Nether Lord also quietly subsided; ..., each of them showed an embarrassed and ashamed expression.

As the supreme ruler of all realms, how sharp are his eyes? Li Mu's actions meticulously unraveled the truth, exposing the charlatan's deceptive techniques to his very eyes, revealing the truth.

The Great Dao of Chaos is majestic and domineering, devouring all things, crushing and reforging them. How could it leave such a sinister flaw?

The Xuanhuang Dao Master took a deep breath, suppressing the lingering pain, and solemnly cupped his hands: "Thank you for your help, Chaos Dao Master, in removing this affliction from my body. Before... we were deluded and misled by appearances, and we have failed you, fellow Daoist."

The Ancient Origin Realm Lord's face flushed red and then turned pale. After a long silence, he said apologetically in a low voice, "I have offended you greatly. I never expected the Ghost Clan to be so treacherous, capable of turning the Chaos upside down to this extent..."

Hao Yi Dao Zu sighed softly and nodded to Li Mu: "This was a rash and dangerous attempt to sow discord. I hope Fellow Daoist Li will forgive me."

The realm lords apologized one after another, the atmosphere eased, and they each tore through the void and departed.

Only the Starry Sky Daoist remained. He stared at the spot where the fake aura had vanished, starlight flashing at his fingertips, his brows furrowed.

Just now, when Li Mu was analyzing, Xingyan Daozun sensed a subtle fluctuation, which contained an aura mark familiar to the high-level figures of the various realms, as if there was an inside agent helping him to conceal the secrets of heaven!
"Fellow Daoist Xingyan, do you still have any doubts?" Li Mu seemed to sense something and asked Xingyan Daozun with concern.

Xingyan Daozun suddenly came to his senses, gave him a deep look, and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing. Thank you for clarifying things today, Daoist Master."

Xingyan Daozun dared not make a definitive statement, bid farewell to Li Mu, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.

……

With the retreat of all realm lords, the Netherworld Blood Realm returned to silence.

However, undercurrents have already begun to stir.

Upon returning to the Star Realm, Xingyan Daozun immediately sealed the secret realm and activated the Zhou Tian Star Chart to perform full-scale calculations. The wisp of internal spies moved like ghosts, appearing and disappearing, and pointed to several realm lords and people who had never shown any unusual signs.

Xingyan Daozun felt a chill run down his spine and dared not make any rash moves.

……

Deep within the Temple of the Primordial Evil, deathly silence reigned like eternal ice.

The crack on the main trunk of the Ancient God of Corruption slowly opened and closed, dripping viscous, dark red filthy light that corroded the shadows below with a soft sizzling sound.

Li Mu effortlessly thwarted the scheme to frame him, not only failing to provoke a deadly battle but also making the realm lords more wary of the Chaos Dao Lord and gain a deeper understanding of his methods.

“Chaos…this child has already gained momentum. Ordinary attempts to sow discord will not be able to shake his foundation.” The Ancient God of Corruption said in a dry voice, his voice filled with anger and embarrassment.

Beside them, the pale white mist formed by the Devouring God surged violently, its countless resentful faces shrieking incessantly, shouting angrily, "Are we just going to give up like this? How can our race's origin be sacrificed in vain!" "Give up?" The Corrupting God's face twisted in rage, unwilling to accept defeat, "If we can't defeat them head-on, we'll erode their foundation. The Alliance of Myriad Realms may seem like an impenetrable fortress, but it's already riddled with holes inside. Those whose hearts are clouded and who harbor boundless hatred for Li Mu are the perfect breeding ground for our race!"

"Activate the 'Heart-Eating Demon Seed'." The Ancient God of Corruption said resolutely, "Using the origin of the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms as a medium, sow the 'Heart-Eating Demon Seed' to forcefully implant those Realm Lords into our clan's retinue. At that time... with the help of both inside and outside, even if the Chaos Dao Lord has extraordinary abilities, he will be trapped in the quagmire."

"Good!" The Devouring God of the Realm let out a low, sinister laugh. The mist suddenly spread, enveloping the entire temple. The massive core of his will throbbed violently. Strands of the purest, formless, and intangible essence, containing only endless resentment and corrosive intent, were extracted and intertwined and compressed within the mist, transforming into tiny "Heart Demon Seeds".

These demonic seeds have no physical form; they are formed from a wisp of thought or a trace of inner demons. Their core carries the sinister thoughts of negative emotions from all living beings in the world, and also contains a trace of the original characteristics of the demon race. They seek out weaknesses in the mind, acting silently and without warning.

"go with!"

At the command of the Ancient God of Devouring Realms, countless Demonic Seeds of the Heart, like smoke and mist, pierced through the walls of the Primordial God Temple and merged into the endless, eerie white mist outside. Following the subtle, now-corrupted connection with the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms, they, like the most cunning parasites, quietly infiltrated the Ancestral Tree's origin.

……

The Ancestral Tree of All Realms stands tall, its branches and leaves reaching through all the heavens.

Since the last calamity of the Xuanhuang Ancient Realm, the Ancestral Tree's origin, stabilized by the joint efforts of the nine Venerables, seemed to have returned to calm, with its clear radiance still flowing.

However, that calamity ultimately damaged its vitality, leaving behind some subtle "stains" deep within its roots that even the Primordial Dao Venerable could not detect instantly—these were the hidden hands quietly laid by the Ghost Clan during their long-term encroachment.

At this moment, these dormant forces were quietly stirred by the invisible fluctuations emanating from the depths of the Source Filth Temple.

A faint, almost imperceptible, eerie aura, almost blending into the ancestral tree's radiance, emanated from those blemishes, like water droplets merging into the ocean, quietly mixing into the primordial torrent flowing through the ancestral tree.

The Ancestral Tree sustains the spiritual energy of the three thousand main realms, and its primordial power is constantly being transmitted to all the heavens and myriad realms through invisible channels, nourishing all things and stabilizing the laws.

Unbeknownst to anyone, at this moment, the ever-flowing ancestral tree's essence had already been mixed with countless "heart-devouring demon seeds." They silently surged along with the torrent of essence towards the core of those realms closely connected to the ancestral tree, especially... those realm lords whose Dao hearts already had cracks.

……

The Blazing Divine Realm originates from the Molten Sea.

The Flame God's majestic body was submerged in boiling crimson lava. The wound on his chest, cleaved by the Chaos Axe, remained gruesome, with stubborn gray energy clinging to it, hindering healing. Each time divine power flowed to his chest, it triggered a needle-like sting, and his very soul was filled with a deep-seated hatred for the figure in green robes, along with a trace of... unspeakable fear.

"Li Mu... Lord of Chaos..." The Flame God roared from within the molten sea, unleashing towering waves of fire. "If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen to this state! My Dao foundation is damaged, my divine flames dimmed... I will avenge this!"

Just as his mind was in turmoil and his hatred was surging like a tidal wave, a wisp of almost imperceptible warmth, along with the divine essence transmitted by the ancestral tree, quietly merged into the molten sea and touched his divine body.

This warm current carried the mellow aura unique to the ancestral tree, seemingly just ordinary nourishment from the source. However, when it touched the boiling hatred and fear deep within the soul of the Flame God, a sudden change occurred!
The warmth instantly transformed into countless fine, cold thorns, piercing deep into the most vulnerable part of his Dao heart along the veins of hatred and fear!

"Uh!" The Flame God himself was caught off guard, and his divine body trembled violently.

The scene before him instantly distorted, transforming into an endless expanse of chaotic energy. The figure in green robes strolled out of the chaos, his gaze indifferent, and once again raised the giant chaotic axe that had cleaved him in two!
"No!" The Flame God himself was filled with shock and anger, and the World-Burning Divine Flame instinctively erupted in an attempt to dispel the illusion.

However, the illusion, like a persistent carbuncle, clung tightly to the soul. A cold and filthy will, following the channel of hatred, grew wildly, constantly whispering: "Hate? Anger? Fear? Surrender... Only by surrendering can you gain the power to transcend chaos... Only then can you avenge yourself..."

The Flame God himself struggled fiercely, his divine flames surging to the heavens, evaporating the surrounding molten sea. He did not immediately succumb; his World Lord-level mental cultivation allowed him to hold onto the last vestige of clarity in his mind.

However, the "Demon Seed of the Heart" was quietly planted, like a malignant tumor buried in the cracks of his Dao heart, constantly absorbing his negative emotions to strengthen itself, and subtly distorting his will.

……

The Realm of the Frozen Gods, an Eternal Frozen Land.

The Ice Skeleton Sovereign sat atop a throne sculpted from millennia-old black ice, nine illusory skulls swirling around her, her azure eyes gazing upon the endless void beyond the realm. The Dao wound within her body, torn apart by chaotic sword energy, constantly emanated a chilling aura, a constant reminder of her past crushing defeat.

Li Mu's calm, expressionless face, and the chaotic sword that tore through her icy path and nearly froze her soul, were her eternal nightmares. Extreme hatred intertwined with a bone-chilling fear, forming the deepest etched mark on her Dao heart.

When the ancestral tree's essence, mixed with the "Heart Demon Seed," quietly permeated this frozen land along with the flow of the realm's laws, the chill emanating from the Ice Skeleton Overlord paused slightly.

That chilling, eerie power resonated strangely with her own icy Dao principles and the cold hatred deep within her heart.

"Om-"

The nine illusory skulls abruptly stopped circling, emitting a sharp buzzing sound. The Ice Skeleton Sovereign's vision blurred, as if she saw endless chaotic sword energy slashing down from the void, shattering her carefully condensed icy world inch by inch, and turning her eternal frozen land into nothingness.

"Chaos... must be destroyed!" The Ice Corpse Overlord shrieked, and the millennia-old Xuanbing shattered, sending a terrifying cold wave sweeping in all directions.

The chill emanating from the depths of her heart was even greater than before. The whispers of the demonic seed echoed in her soul like the spitting of a venomous snake: "Eternal ice can be melted by chaos... Embrace the deeper cold, for it is annihilation beyond chaos... Revenge, only by throwing yourself into the embrace of annihilation..."

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Thunder Punishment God Realm, Thousand Thunder Sea Eyes.

The broken form of the Eternal Thunder God was immersed in the slightly dim Thunder Pool. Purple lightning wailed from the broken horn, his hatred for Li Mu being the most direct and violent.

The Eternal Thunder God, with his single blood-red eye, roared madly in the Thunder Pool, causing billions of lightning bolts to dance wildly, tearing the void with countless marks. The old wound from that axe blow had not yet healed, and the pain from it pierced his heart, making his hatred for Li Mu burn like oil on a fire, growing ever stronger.

The "Heart-Deceiving Demon Seed" silently merged into the Thunder Pool along with the aura of thunderous punishment contained within the Ancestral Tree's origin. That formless and intangible demon seed, upon encountering the raging hatred and fury of the Eternal Thunder God, was like a spark splashed into an ocean of oil.

"boom!"

The Eternal Thunder God felt his soul explode violently, and the scene before him changed drastically. Li Mu, wielding a giant axe, once again slashed at him with unparalleled force! That contemptuous gaze and that domineering Dao aura made his soul feel like it was about to shatter.

"Shatter for me!" roared the Eternal Thunder God, his Dharma form bursting with lightning, drawing upon all the thunderous power of the Myriad Thunder Sea Eyes to frantically bombard the illusion before him.

The demonic seed's murmurs were exceptionally clear amidst his raging divine thoughts: "Wrath! Roar! Your power originates from destruction, and submits to even more utter destruction... Only by becoming destruction itself can you utterly tear chaos apart..."

The Eternal Thunder God's resistance was the most intense. His violent nature caused the demonic seed to erode him far faster than the other two. His overwhelming hatred and rage were rapidly transforming into nourishment for the demonic seed, and a barely perceptible grayish-white tinge appeared in his thunderous eyes. (End of Chapter)