Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Seeing his silence, the Immortal Lord of Taiyu hurriedly added, "Lord of Chaos, although Fellow Daoist Guyuan has had past disagreements with you, he cares for all the heavens and is not a wicked person. Now he has suffered this great calamity, his true spirit is in pain, and his realm is shrouded in dust; if Fellow Daoist Li is willing to lend a helping hand, not only can the lord of a realm be saved, but the arrogance of the evil race can also be blunted, and the might of the Chaos Great Dao can be displayed. We... are willing to accept your great kindness."

Li Mu finally raised his eyes, his gaze as deep as an ancient well, sweeping over the two of them, the curve of his lips seeming to deepen.

"A favor?" Li Mu was speechless for a moment, then chuckled lightly, "Why should I, Li, need your favors in my actions? The calamity of Guyuan was a scheme by the Gui Clan, and also a tribulation of their own Dao hearts. Whether I save them or not makes no difference to me."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two men's expressions changed slightly, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

Li Mu suddenly changed the subject: "However, I am quite interested in the fact that the Ghost Clan uses this technique to poison the Realm Lord and attempt to overthrow the heavens—let's see if this 'Seed of the Ghostly Heart' can withstand the tempering of chaos."

Li Mu took a step forward and was already in front of the two men. He urged, "Lead the way."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Xingyan and Immortal Lord Taiyu felt a huge weight lifted from their hearts. They dared not delay and quickly cupped their hands, saying, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Li! Please follow me!"

Three vast wills tore through the void, pointing directly to the Primordial Origin Realm.

Upon entering the Ancient Origin Realm, the viscous and eerie energy coiled around one's body like a living snake, its chill penetrating to the very marrow; the void twisted like a shattered mirror, and the mournful cries of the laws were as faint as wisps of smoke.

Looking out, the pale fog surged endlessly, and countless tiny faces floated and howled in the fog, their whispers forming a vortex of heart-wrenching noise.

In the center of the desolate region, a towering, bizarre tree was frantically crashing against the talisman chains. The sealing light, formed from the pure energy of the Primordial Dao Venerable, flowed, and each chain was engraved with Dao patterns that symbolized the creation of heaven and earth.

Countless faces twisted and wailed on the trunk of the strange tree, while tentacles tore through the void behind it, whipping with decaying laws. The Qinghui Chains trembled incessantly, and when the ripples spread out, star-like phantoms flickered.

The projection of the Primordial Daoist stood still ten feet away, with clear light cascading down from between his fingers like a waterfall, and ancient frost condensed between his brows.

The moment Li Mu, dressed in a green robe, gracefully entered the realm, all sounds fell silent.

The Primordial Daoist's eyes shone with a clear light as he silently nodded to him, Dao patterns appearing and disappearing in his sleeves.

The stark white tree suddenly stiffened, its head split open and turned towards Li Mu. From the depths of the vortex, eerie light surged like a starburst, and a hissing sound tore through the mist—greed and hatred surged like a tide, and deep within it lurked a tremor originating from its bloodline.

Within a hundred feet of Li Mu, chaotic energy surged naturally, forcing the bone-corroding, eerie energy back into a ring-shaped mist wall.

Li Mu's eyes reflected the chaotic starry sky, and his divine sense, like a cold pool, permeated the body of the strange tree. Beneath the turbid energy layer, a wisp of golden light flickered uncertainly within the pale white shackles.

When the divine sense touched the core of the golden light, a cold pulse suddenly trembled in the depths of the endless void, like the roots of a giant tree awakening in the darkness.

The entire eerie realm trembled, and the wound on the chest of the eerie tree, torn apart by the ancient source explosion, suddenly began to writhe. The viscous substance surged like a living thing, and countless fine roots sprouted, deeply penetrating the folds of the void.

Golden Dao patterns appeared on the surface of the roots, which turned out to be the mother tree of the Ghost Clan drawing on the origin of this world!

A sharp glint flashed in Li Mu's eyes, and the chaotic energy within his sleeve suddenly froze.

"It parasitizes the ancestral tree, stealing its source power. This fiendish root system is connected to the mother tree of the Ghost Clan!"

"The three fellow Daoists joined forces to seal it, but they only trapped the appearance."

Li Mu looked at the three Immortal Lords of Taiyu and gestured.

Upon hearing this, the three realm lords' expressions changed drastically, realizing the meaning behind Li Mu's words: the Ghost Clan had made a comeback.

Li Mu's expression turned solemn, and the chaotic Dao essence around him rose, forming an ancient and giant axe. The axe's body was gray and reflected the scene of the primordial chaos. Wherever the axe blade's cold light reached, the distorted void was actually restored to its original state.

The moment the Chaos Axe appeared in the world, all laws fell silent—even the void rifts torn by the tentacles of the Strange Tree quietly healed.

The eerie tree let out a deafening roar, and billions of eerie faces appeared on its trunk, all crying out in unison. All its tentacles abandoned their attempts to break through the chains, and instead, carrying billions of pale, eerie powers, they rained down on Li Mu.

"cut."

Li Mu drew a single stroke with his fingers.

A gray axe light swept across the heavens and earth. Before its tentacles could even get close, they were silently severed, the cuts as smooth as mirrors. The pure, eerie energy was swallowed up by the axe light before it could dissipate, and the boundless, eerie power turned to ashes without even causing a ripple.

The axe's edge, still sharp, cleaved through the strange tree, piercing the protective divine light—

"Crack!" A crisp sound of glass shattering rang out.

The thick, white protective barrier was pierced through in an instant, and viscous, turbid liquid gushed out like a waterfall. A foul wind stirred up a vortex of mist, and the eerie tree tumbled and howled. Its towering body crashed into the void barrier, causing the chains and the clear light to tremble wildly.

"Roar--!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the sky, and the aura of the eerie tree suddenly weakened. The Star Dao Venerable's star chart shone brightly, the Taiyu Immortal Lord's array layers overlapped, and the pure aura of the Primordial Dao Venerable hung down like an inverted Milky Way—the triple seals tightened in the process, and the chains dug deep into the trunk of the eerie tree.

"Boom!"

A muffled thud, like the pounding of an ancient god's heart, rolled from the depths of the void. The phantom of the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms flashed past at the edge of the misty sea, its branches entwined with countless remnants of shattered realms. Its pale roots suddenly surged, turbid sap gushing from the tree's wounds, the cracks healing faster than the erosion of the radiant light. Its aura surged like boiling water, its ferocious power overwhelming, and the chains binding the radiant light crumbled inch by inch!

The radiance of the Taiyu Immortal Master's array diagram surged, and layers of spatial barriers piled up with a roar; Xingyan Daozun made a star-making gesture with his fingers, and the Zhou Tian star chart caused the Milky Way to flow back; Taichu Daozun's sleeves fluttered, and pure energy coiled around the strange tree like an angry dragon—the triple seal was actually torn open by the rising ferocity!

Suddenly, a faint thought pierced through the eerie tide: "Save me, Lord of Chaos... save me..."

It was the true spirit of the Ancient Origin Realm Lord wailing in its shackles. The golden light cluster, entangled by layers of pale white roots, trembled violently, its flickering frequency nearing collapse.

"Lord of Chaos, Fellow Daoist Gu Yuan, there is still hope!" Immortal Lord Taiyu hurriedly exclaimed.

“Yes! Lord of Chaos, show mercy!” Tai Chu Dao Zun chimed in.

Li Mu understood. The starry river in his eyes reversed, and the Chaos Dao Axe hovered at his side, gathering power. At this moment, a strong attack would accelerate the annihilation of the Ancient Origin True Spirit.

After a moment's thought, Li Mu lightly flicked his sleeves, and the Chaos Dao Tree appeared behind him, with a gray-gold Dao Fruit hanging down from its branch.

The divine light of order, like a golden bridge, pierced into the core of the eerie tree, precisely enveloping the flickering true spirit. Wherever the light reached, the pale shackles, like ice meeting the blazing sun, slowed their erosion.

The primordial essence of the Strange Tree surged forth, but was channeled into trickles by the power of order, making it difficult to impact the fragile true spirit of the Ancient Origin Realm Lord.

The golden light gradually solidified, the mournful cry transformed into slumber, and within the divine light of order, golden patterns emerged on the surface of the Ancient Origin Realm Lord's true spirit, echoing the Chaos Dao Tree. Li Mu stood with his hands behind his back amidst the chaotic energy, the divine light of order acting like a glass dome, isolating the core of the strange tree into a pure land.

Outside the light barrier, pale roots thrashed wildly, and chaotic energy overflowed from the cracks in the void torn by the tentacles. Inside the light barrier, the ancient primordial spirit was as calm as the rising sun.

The primordial projection's clear light dimmed slightly, and cracks appeared in the Daoist incantations between the fingers; the Star Evolution Daoist's star chart hummed incessantly, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his temples; the Taiyu Immortal Lord's array diagram's radiance receded, and the void beneath his feet cracked inch by inch. The three realm lords held their breath, staring intently at the figure in green robes—severing the roots of the strange tree, refining the strange seed, and redeeming the true spirit, this calamity was solely the work of the Chaos Daoist Lord.

The void was deathly silent. Only the resentful roar of the Strange Tree and the faint hum of the flowing divine light of order echoed and intertwined in the core of the collapsing realm. In the pale mist, the phantom of the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms could be vaguely seen swaying in the depths of the void, its branches and leaves hanging with countless remnants of realms, like withered branches laden with rotting fruit.

Li Mu lightly tapped the Chaos Axe with his fingertips. The axe blade suddenly gleamed with a cold light, reflecting countless deduced trajectories: severing the roots would injure the true spirit, cutting off the source would cause the strange tree to retaliate, and refining the strange seed would require igniting the Chaos Fire Seed…

Chaos surged in Li Mu's eyes, and he slowly raised the Chaos Axe, its blade pointing directly at the densest part of the roots on the trunk of the strange tree. Cracks in the void spread beneath his feet, and chaotic energy condensed into a nebula vortex.

The illusory image of the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms manifested its true form at the edge of the sea of ​​mist, its towering branches piercing through the boundary barrier, with billions of pale branches cascading down like waterfalls. At the end of each branch hung a half-melted boundary core, dripping turbid sap like rotting fruit.

The resonance between the Strange Tree and the Mother Tree reached its peak, and its towering trunk revealed a ghastly white root system that was not flesh and blood at all, but the Strange Tree Mother Tree's incarnation in this world!

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his right hand. Countless strands of chaotic energy intertwined and condensed, transforming into an ancient and simple banner—the Chaos Dao Banner!
The banner moves without wind, its surface devoid of patterns or decorations, revealing only the ceaseless flow of primordial chaos, as if concealing a realm before creation, exuding an unparalleled, profound, and protective Daoist aura.

"go with!"

Li Mu let out a low shout, and the Chaos Dao Axe beside him cleaved out first. The axe light was gray and hazy. Wherever it passed, the void neither cracked nor shattered, but returned directly to the origin of chaos.

At the same time, the Chaos Banner fluttered wildly, its surface suddenly expanding like a curtain falling from the sky, casting down countless strands of gray light, completely enveloping the violently struggling strange tree and the golden true spirit at its core protected by the divine light of order.

The giant axe master is destroyed, but the Dao banner master protects him!
The two treasures shone brightly, instantly evolving into a chaotic domain. Within this domain, the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind were redefined, yin and yang were separated, and purity and turbidity were determined, effectively isolating the Strange Tree from the continuous power of the Mother Tree in the outside world.

"Roar--!"

The eerie tree roared furiously, its voice echoing through the galaxy. Sensing a deadly threat, its massive body writhed wildly, its pale roots lashing out like a swarm of pythons, striking the inner walls of the chaotic realm and creating ripples. Countless wailing faces on its trunk spewed out viscous, foul gas, threatening to taint the nascent chaos.

The Chaos Banner flows with light as deep as an abyss, its all-encompassing and protective intent unbreakable, impervious to any strange or foul energy.

The Chaos Axe, like a divine weapon that split the heavens and earth, cleaved across the domain, severing the roots of the strange trees and annihilating the eerie, foul air, turning everything into nothingness.

The will of the Ghost Clan Mother Tree was furious and suddenly plunged its roots deep into the void beneath its feet—the very source of the Ancient Origin Realm!
The entire Primordial Origin Realm trembled violently, and the remaining mountains and waters visibly turned to dust and sand. The vast Origin Realm was forcibly extracted and transformed into a turbid torrent that surged into the body of the Strange Tree.

Nourished by this abundance, the strange tree expanded once more, growing to a million feet in size. Its pale white light blazed like a star, and its ferocity surged, causing Li Mu's Chaos Domain to tremble slightly.

"sucker Punch!"

Li Mu remained unmoved. The illusory image of the Chaos Dao Tree behind him became increasingly solid, and the Order Dao Fruits, interwoven with gray and gold on its branches, shone brightly. Within his eyes, chaotic star vortexes swirled, reflecting the myriad laws and veins within the strange tree.

The power of the Dao Fruit of Order transformed into countless intricate Dao patterns and divine thoughts, like gossamer threads weaving through gaps, penetrating the violent energy layer, and delving into its structural core for meticulous analysis.

Amidst countless filthy and treacherous forces, a hidden yet powerful connection of will was precisely locked onto—cold and lifeless, greedily devouring, its source pointing directly to the endless void beyond, sharing the same origin and destiny as the Strange Tree, which is none other than the will of the ancient god of the Strange Clan!

"Got you!"

A fierce glint flashed in Li Mu's eyes. The light of the Chaos Axe was contained, and the power of destruction was concentrated on the blade. It was dark and deep, as if it could devour light and shadow.

Li Mu's body was enveloped in a vast, chaotic power, like a river bursting its banks, which he poured entirely into the Chaotic Dao Axe.

"Cut it off at the root!"

Li Mu's shout was like an imperial edict, and he pointed with a wave of his hand.

The next moment, the Chaos Axe appeared in response, transforming into a stream of light invisible to the naked eye. It fell silently, without thunder or explosion. Only an extremely condensed gray line followed the trajectory analyzed by the Order Dao Fruit, ignoring spatial barriers, and slashed down fiercely.

"No!" A furious roar echoed from the depths of the endless void!

At the same time, the mother tree of the Ghost Clan let out a shrill scream. Deep within its body, the main root that connected to the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms and continuously supplied power was precisely severed by the dark axe light!

"Crack!" A crisp sound of breaking echoed through the minds of all the realm lords.

With its main root severed, the strange tree seemed to lose its spine, its body stiffened abruptly, its pale light dimmed instantly, and the act of extracting the source of the realm came to an abrupt halt. Countless tentacles and roots drooped limply, its wailing face froze and blurred, and its aura rapidly weakened.

Within the chaotic realm, the pale white shackles surrounding the golden true spirit shattered inch by inch, turning into smoke and dissipating.

The true spirit of the Ancient Origin Realm Lord broke free and manifested as a ball of illusory yet dazzling golden light, with a faint, undying will pulsating at its center, revealing the weakness and bewilderment of surviving a calamity.

Li Mu raised his hand and gently guided the Dao Fruit of Order, which showered down its clear light, carefully leading the True Spirit into its warmth and nourishment. Once inside, the True Spirit found peace, its will slowly slumbering as it began to absorb the Dao's essence to repair itself.

The three realm lords, Taichu Daozun, Xingyan Daozun, and Taiyu Xianzhu, felt relieved upon witnessing this scene, and looked at Li Mu with complicated expressions.

The true spirit of the Ancient Origin Realm Lord still exists, but his physical body has been destroyed, the Origin Realm has been greatly damaged, and the future is bleak.

Just then, the remains of the eerie tree suddenly shrieked and exploded in resentment, turning its last bit of eerie power and corrupting Dao principles into a pale storm that swept across the Ancient Origin Realm, intending to turn this realm into a desolate and eerie domain.

After the storm, everything withers, the laws collapse, and the end is near.

Li Mu's eyes turned cold, and the Chaos Dao Banner unfurled again. Its surface was as deep as an abyss, with immense suction force, forcefully suppressing the pale storm. The Chaos Dao Axe stretched across the void, its axe light sweeping away all the scattered and strange power.

As the storm subsided, the ancient realm was reduced to ruins, its spiritual energy thin and decay pervasive. The towering, eerie tree turned to ashes, scattering with the wind.

The projections of the three realm lords descended to Li Mu's side, gazing at the devastation of the realm, remaining silent for a long time.

Tai Chu Dao Zun sighed heavily, his voice weary, and said, "Thank you, Chaos Dao Lord, for your help in saving Fellow Daoist Gu Yuan's true spirit. We will take care of the rest of this mess ourselves."

Li Mu nodded slightly, without uttering a word, but his gaze was directed into the depths of the void, as if it had pierced through billions of miles, glimpsing the ancient god of the Devouring Realm who was enraged by the thwarted plan, and the increasingly unpredictable mother tree of the Ghost Clan.

Li Mu sheathed the Chaos Dao Axe and the Chaos Dao Banner. The illusory image of the Chaos Dao Tree behind him slowly receded, and within the Order Dao Fruit on its branches, the Ancient Origin True Spirit slumbered quietly. (End of Chapter)