Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Deep within those severed roots, a powerful, cold, and malicious will is traversing the endless void and descending fiercely!

"Om-!"

The entire Ancient Origin Realm trembled violently. Deep in the void, a vast and boundless source of the Strange Race, like a torrent bursting its banks, poured into the sealed Strange Tree along the still-undissolved causal connections!

"sucker Punch!"

Li Mu snorted coldly, his finger like a sword, and he gestured in front of him.

"The Chaos Flame, ignite!"

A tiny, almost imperceptible gray spark leaped from the fingertip and drifted lightly toward the core of the eerie tree. The spark was initially small, but once it touched the trunk of the eerie tree, it exploded like a spark falling into an oil sea!
With a "whoosh!", the gray chaotic fire instantly swept over the entire body of the strange tree. The flames burned silently, emanating a terrifying Daoist aura that could burn away all laws and return to the primordial chaos.

Wherever the Chaos Fire passed, the pale trunks of the Strange Trees melted like wax, and countless wailing faces twisted and annihilated in the fire. The pure essence of the Strange Race was forcibly stripped away and refined, turning into strands of energy that fed back to the Chaos Fire, becoming its fuel for combustion.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." The strange tree twisted and turned wildly, trying to extinguish the flames that originated from the source of chaos, but all its struggles were in vain.

The Chaos Fire is the beginning and the end of all laws, and it is most effective against evil and filth. Its burning does not only affect the physical form, but penetrates deep into the level of laws, determined to completely destroy the very foundation of the Strange Tree.

Deep within the void, the will of the Demonic Clan's Mother Tree roared in fury, unleashing a massive surge of primal energy that attempted to extinguish the flames and even attempt to erode Li Mu.

"Even a grain of rice can shine?"

Li Mu's eyes turned cold, and behind him, the countless branches and leaves of the Chaos Dao Tree swayed in unison, as the vast Chaos Mother Source surged forth and continuously poured into the Fire Seed.

With the blessing of the original body's power, the Chaos Dao Fire surged, its gray radiance illuminating the broken realm, completely blocking the counterattack of the Ghost Clan's origin, and instead burning the will of the Mother Tree in the darkness.

"roar-!"

The mother tree's will, in pain, let out a piercing, resentful shriek before slowly receding. The source energy it had been channeling from afar also ceased. It understood that with this person present, its attempt to erode the ancient source had completely failed, and further entanglement would likely harm itself.

Without the support of the mother tree of the Ghost Clan, this Ghost Tree was no longer able to resist the Chaos Dao Fire. Its massive trunk melted and shrank at a visible speed, and its mournful roar gradually weakened.

Li Mu focused his mind on manipulating the Chaos Fire, concentrating on refining the "Seed of Deception" and the remaining Deception Power deeply embedded in the core of the Deception Tree.

Time slips away bit by bit, and who knows how much it has passed?

As the last wisp of pale, eerie energy vanished into nothingness within the chaotic fire, the towering, eerie tree completely disappeared. The chaotic fire slowly receded, eventually transforming into a glimmer of light that disappeared into Li Mu's fingertips.

Li Mu raised his hand and gestured, and the cocoon of light slowly flew to his front. Through the crystal barrier, one could see that although the golden true spirit inside had stabilized, it was still dim and without light, in a deep slumber, like a severely injured infant who would need a long time to awaken.

“Fellow Daoist Gu Yuan’s true spirit has been severely damaged. Although the evil seed has been eliminated, his origin has been deeply eroded.” After examining Gu Yuan’s true spirit for a moment, Li Mu handed it to Daoist Tai Chu and said, “It needs to be nurtured slowly. Whether it can wake up and when it will wake up depends on its own destiny.”

Upon hearing this, the three Venerables, Tai Chu, Xing Yan, and Tai Yu, relaxed for a moment, then became serious again. The Ancient Origin True Spirit had finally been preserved, but they hadn't expected its injuries to be so severe.

"It is already a stroke of luck that the true spirit was preserved." The Primordial Daoist sighed softly as he accepted the true spirit of the Ancient Origin Realm Lord, and solemnly cupped his hands, saying, "This time, we are very grateful for the intervention of the Chaos Daoist Lord."

Xingyan Daozun and Taiyu Immortal Lord also bowed to express their gratitude, their attitudes sincere.

Li Mu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the devastated core of the realm, then looking into the depths of the void—the Mother Tree of the Ghost Clan had quietly faded away, leaving only a cold darkness.

"The Ghost Clan's schemes this time are far-reaching, and the Heartless Seed is impossible to guard against." Li Mu's tone was calm, but contained a warning: "Today it is Gu Yuan, but tomorrow it may be you all. Please be on guard."

The three realm lords fell silent, their hearts heavy. The calamity of the Ancient Origin sounded like a warning bell, shattering their long-held beliefs. The methods of the Ghost Clan had long surpassed the scope of ordinary realm battles, directly targeting the very foundation of the Great Dao and the abyss of the cultivator's heart.

“Fellow Daoist is absolutely right.” Tai Chu Dao Zun solemnly replied, “After this battle, we will definitely rebuild the defenses of all realms and thoroughly investigate the dangers of treacherous thoughts. However…” His gaze fell on the sleeping True Spirit, “Fellow Daoist Gu Yuan is in such a state now, and the origin of his realm is also severely damaged. I’m afraid someone will need to take over and stabilize it to prevent chaos from arising.”

Li Mu understood the unspoken meaning: the Ancient Origin Realm cannot be without a leader for even a day, but now is not the time to discuss this matter.

Li Mu raised his hand to interrupt: "This matter can be discussed later. Once this matter is settled, I will not stay any longer."

Before he finished speaking, Li Mu flicked his sleeve, his figure shifted slightly, and he transformed into a stream of chaotic light, tearing through the void and heading straight back to the Netherworld Blood Realm.

The three figures stood there for a long time, watching his figure disappear.

"The Chaos Dao Lord... his power is already established," Xingyan Daozun said softly, his tone complex.

The Immortal Lord Taiyu's eyes flashed: "Their power is formidable, and their hearts are unfathomable. However, in the fight against the Ghost Clan, we must indeed rely on their power."

The Primordial Daoist was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Good fortune may be the harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be the harbinger of good fortune. Let's wait and see. The most urgent task is to deal with the aftermath of the Ancient Origin Realm and thoroughly investigate all realms to prevent the spread of the seed of wickedness."

The three reached a consensus, said no more, and their figures gradually faded as they began to clean up the mess.

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Deep within the Chaos Treasure Palace.

Li Mu sat cross-legged beneath the Dao Tree, placing the light cocoon carrying the ancient Origin True Spirit on a branch, slowly nurturing it with the primordial energy of the Chaos Dao Tree. After finishing, he did not immediately enter meditation, but instead raised his head to look into the void, the chaotic star vortex in his eyes slowly rotating.

Through this battle, Li Mu gained a deeper understanding of the power of the Gui Clan's Mother Tree. The Gui Clan's origin was far more profound and their will as cold as ice than he had imagined. This was not something an individual could possess, but rather a collective will accumulated over countless eras—the fundamental source of the Gui Clan.

“The Seed of Deceit… Parasitic on the Ancestral Tree… Absorbing the Origin of All Realms…” Li Mu’s thoughts raced like lightning, connecting what he had seen today with what he knew in the past. The Deceit Clan’s ambitions were not limited to one realm or one region; their goal from beginning to end was the Ancestral Tree of All Realms that supported all realms! By using all realms as nourishment, they would eventually take its place!
However, the Chaos Dao he cultivated, due to its inclusive and evolving nature, seemed to be naturally disliked by the Mother Tree of the Ghost Clan, or perhaps... regarded as a great tonic?

A cold, sharp smile curved at the corners of Li Mu's lips.

The stronger the enemy, the more interesting it is. Only through life-or-death battles and clashes of the Great Dao can the Dao of Chaos be continuously refined until it reaches perfection.

Li Mu calmed his mind and stopped thinking about external matters. The Chaos Dao Tree behind him swayed gently, and countless miniature worlds were born and died among the branches and leaves. Its aura became more profound and vast. The Chaos Dao Fruit on the branch seemed to have become more solid after absorbing the strange source and purifying the strange power. The Dao patterns on its surface became more mysterious.

The Chaos Palace returned to silence, with only the chaotic energy flowing ceaselessly and the Daoist rhyme flowing gently like a stream.

Li Mu's mind completely immersed in the fusion with the Chaos Dao Tree, guiding the massive power of the Mother Source Realm to continue deducing the Chaos Dao and accumulating power.

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Almost simultaneously, outside the endless void, the Primal Chaos Temple trembled violently.

The main trunk of the ancient god of decay was cracked and gaping, with a viscous, dark red filthy light gushing out like a waterfall of blood, corroding the surrounding shadows and creating countless holes.

The pale white mist that the Devouring God had transformed into churned wildly, and countless resentful faces screamed in unison, filling the entire temple with boundless resentment.

"Chaos... ruined my grand plan!" The ancient god of corruption's divine thought was like a storm sweeping up from an ancient abyss, filled with endless killing intent.

The removal of the Ancient Origin Realm Lord, a crucial pawn, not only resulted in the loss of a powerful and monstrous body, but also severed the path for him to erode the Primordial Origin Realm and use it as a springboard to further pollute the main trunk of the Ancestral Tree.

"We can't wait any longer!" The ancient god of the Devouring Realms condensed its mist into a ferocious maw: "With the hidden chess piece broken, then let's unleash a monstrous wave and engulf all realms with absolute force!"

The two gods' wills merged instantly, reaching a consensus: continuing to lie low was pointless; only by unleashing the most ferocious force and detonating all hidden forces could they reverse the decline, or even... achieve victory in one fell swoop!
"Activate all 'Heart-Deceiving Demon Seeds'! Using the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms as a vein, spread the 'Plague Tide'!" The Ancient God of Corruption roared in a deep voice, and countless branches on its trunk pierced into the void, connecting with the veins of that majestic Ancestral Tree in the darkness.

The ancient god mist of the Devouring Realm boiled over, transforming into countless pale, eerie patterns called "Seeds of the Heart's Deception," containing boundless resentment that eroded the laws of the Dao. "Use the thirty-six Realm Lords as sacrifices to catalyze the Deceptive Seeds, absorb their power and source, and aid our clan's Deceptive Ancestor in his rebirth!"

……

The Ancestral Tree of All Realms stands tall across all realms, its branches and leaves traversing the three thousand realms, its clear light flowing, maintaining the balance of all laws.

At this moment, deep within the vast and boundless root system and trunk of the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms, those tiny "nodes" that had been quietly corrupted or even actively opened by the Ghost Clan simultaneously lit up with a strange gray-white light.

Like pouring thousands of buckets of ink into the pure source of a river, the vast and mighty ancestral tree's primordial torrent was instantly stained with a large area of ​​filth! Countless "Heart-devouring Demon Seeds" flowed along the primordial flow, surging wildly towards those already marked boundary cores—the locations of the thirty-six Dao Heart beings with cracks, or boundary lords whose Dao Hearts had already been initially eroded!
"Ugh—!"

In the Blazing Divine Realm, at its source, the Molten Sea, the Flame God himself roared with a mixture of pain and rage. The divine flames engulfing his body turned completely dark red, the axe mark on his chest was covered by countless writhing, eerie patterns, and his crimson-gold eyes faded, transforming into a pure, chaotic, and tyrannical white. The entire Molten Sea boiled and surged, and the realm's sky was shrouded in a pale white mist.

In the Frozen Realm, on the Eternal Frozen Land, the throne of the Ice Skeleton Sovereign shattered with a deafening roar. The nine illusory skulls were completely stained gray-white, their eye sockets extinguished, leaving only deathly silence. She roared to the heavens, her voice sharp and piercing. The eerie blue aura around her was replaced by a viscous, eerie white, and the millennia-old ice cracked inch by inch, oozing a blood-like liquid.

In the Divine Realm of Thunder Punishment, at the Eye of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Thunderbolts, the shattered form of the Eternal Thunder God expanded wildly. Twisted bone spurs sprouted from the broken horn, and the lightning in its single eye extinguished, transforming into two leaping, eerie flames. Billions of bolts of lightning transformed into gray-white electric snakes, hissing and tearing through the void, causing the laws of the realm to waile and crumble.

Not only them, but also the cores of thirty-six small and medium-sized realms, including the Azure Profound Spirit Realm, the Golden Yuan Demon Realm, and the Myriad Silk Yuan Realm, simultaneously erupted with a strange white light that soared into the sky!
Whether they had been struggling to resist or had already succumbed, the last vestiges of clarity of many realm lords were completely extinguished by the "Heart-Twisting Plague" that was ignited at this moment. Their bodies were forcibly twisted and expanded, transforming into various strange creatures of different shapes, yet equally terrifying. Their auras surged wildly under the catalysis of the strange seeds, and instead, they began to invade the origin of their respective realms.

The phantoms of thirty-six "mysterious trees" burst forth from the core of these realms, growing wildly and becoming terrifying beings nurtured with the realm lord as their foundation and the realm's origin as their nourishment!
The roots of the eerie tree burrowed deep into the core of the realm, greedily absorbing the essence accumulated over countless eras. The spiritual veins of mountains and rivers dried up, the rivers, lakes and seas evaporated, all things withered, and billions of living beings, in their desperate wails, had their flesh and blood melt away, their souls extracted and transformed into nourishment for the eerie tree.

The realm itself is rapidly undergoing a bizarre transformation! The earth cracks, seeping foul blood, and the sky turns into eternal night, with only a few eerie, pale flames flickering. The laws are distorted, the spiritual energy is corrupted, and all life is heading towards annihilation.

At the tips of these fully formed, strange trees, plump "strange fruits" began to condense. These fruits nurtured the concentrated essence of the strange race, eroding the very laws of nature!

"Go! Spread calamity and assimilate all worlds!"

The divine thoughts of the Ancient God of Corruption and the Ancient God of Devouring Realms echoed across the Thirty-Six Realms.

Countless strange fruits were launched as if by an invisible force, turning into billions of pale white meteors that tore through the boundary wall and crashed into the neighboring, uncorrupted boundary!
The boundary walls of some weaker realms were as fragile as paper, instantly pierced through. The demonic fruits exploded, and the viscous, demonic white mist spread like a plague. The demonic power contained within it was all-pervasive. Low-level cultivators instantly lost their composure and slaughtered each other, while mortals were transformed into demonic slaves who only knew how to destroy.

The very origin of the realm was forcibly contaminated, shaking the very foundation of its laws.

Even the mighty main realm, faced with this sudden and bizarre attack, experienced violent tremors in its boundary walls. The patrolling cultivators formed battle formations, their Daoist radiance soaring into the sky, fiercely clashing with the pervasive eerie mist. Explosions and roars resounded throughout the starry sea.

Panic spread like a plague across the myriad realms at an unprecedented speed, and desperate pleas for help streaked across the void like meteors, rushing toward the Alliance of All Realms.

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In the primordial world, the source pool of all laws.

The once clear reflection in the pool, which reflected the birth and death of all realms, is now in complete chaos. Large areas are covered by eerie white mist, and the starlight representing the thirty-six realms has dimmed and become tainted. Countless crimson signals representing cries for help are flashing like stars, turning the pool water blood red.

The Primordial Daoist sat by the pool, his eternally unchanging face shrouded in an impenetrable gloom. The clear light around him fluctuated violently, resonating with his reflection in the pool, and he clearly sensed the mournful cries and stagnation emanating from the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms, as well as the "Heart-Twisting Plague" that was spreading wildly through the veins of the Ancestral Tree.

"In the end... it still came." The Primordial Daoist took a deep breath, his eyes filled with only a resolute and icy coldness.

The Primordial Daoist flicked his finger, and a ray of clear light flew out from between his brows, transforming into an ancient Dao seal that instantly pierced through the void and merged into the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms.

"The Alliance of All Realms shall convene immediately! Lords of all realms, quickly project the 'Heavenly Ruins Palace'!"

The grand Daoist voice of the Primordial Dao Venerable, like a resounding bell, echoed deep within the soul of the Lord of Myriad Realms, carrying an undeniable urgency. (End of Chapter)