Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

"now!"

With a low shout, Li Mu caused the illusory image of the Chaos Dao Tree behind him to suddenly expand, its towering trunk piercing through the void, with chaotic Dao patterns flowing endlessly, faintly revealing the golden light of a new order, standing in stark contrast to the strange aura filling the sky.

"Chaos, draw upon its source!"

Li Mu made a hand seal and shouted loudly.

In an instant, the countless roots of the Chaos Dao Tree suddenly expanded, like silver dragons exploring the sea, tearing apart layers of chaotic laws. The tips of the roots emitted a hazy Dao light, with immense suction. Wherever it passed, the deathly stillness and eerie energy surged into the Dao Tree like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

"Puff puff..." The continuous sounds of the Dao also continued incessantly!
The chaotic Dao power frantically absorbed the most yin and evil strange power, and the Dao fruit of order on the branches of the chaotic Dao tree drooped with clear light, freezing the source of the strange energy and causing it to lose its feedback.

The strange source that was invading all worlds was being frantically absorbed by the millions of roots of the Chaos Tree, making it difficult for it to escape!
Li Mu sat cross-legged under the Chaos Dao Tree, surrounded by chaos. His eyes were closed, and his mind was focused entirely on the Chaos Dao Dharma. His aura vibrated incessantly, pulling at his severely injured body as if being devoured by ten thousand lightning bolts, causing him unbearable pain.

However, with each wisp of strange energy he refined, a portion transformed into chaotic Dao essence, which nourished his Dao body, repaired his meridians, and replenished his depleted Dao essence. Li Mu's injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the boundary of the myriad worlds, the countless roots of the Chaos Dao Tree danced, drawing in a vast, gray torrent that continuously absorbed the strange energy. The expansion of the void black hole gradually slowed down, and the terrifying, strange power that eroded the myriad worlds was being forcibly devoured by Li Mu with domineering methods.

Seeing this, all the realm lords standing in the void were shaken to their core.

"Fellow Daoist Li, your Dao realm is unparalleled. You were able to forcefully absorb and refine such a bizarre poison using the Chaos Dao Tree. It is truly a stroke of good fortune!" Daoist Hao Yi stroked his beard and sighed, his eyes filled with undisguised respect.

The Primordial Daoist's gaze was solemn: "This poison is of the same origin as the erosion of the Ancestral Tree, and only the Chaos Dao can completely purify it. However, Fellow Daoist Li's injuries have not yet healed, and forcibly urging the Dao Tree may risk a backlash; we should lend him a hand, stabilize the foundation of the myriad realms, and protect him."

After speaking, the Primordial Dao Venerable's body shone brightly, and he raised his hand to draw the reflection of the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms in the Myriad Laws Source Pool. A condensed pillar of light shot into the sky, transforming into an array flag that hung in the center of the star sea.

"Fellow Daoists, set up the Myriad Realms Returning Spirit Array!"

Xingyan Daozun responded to the call and the illusory image of the Zhou Tian Star Chart appeared. The trajectories of billions of stars intertwined, transforming into the array eye and locking onto the core vein of the ancestral tree.

With a gentle wave of her jade hand, the Taiyu Immortal Lord unfurled the Taiyu Array Diagram, its layers of space folding and precisely channeling the power of the array into every part of the Ancestral Tree.

Xuanhuang Daojun activated the Xuanhuang Origin, transforming it into a thick, earthy yellow divine light to reinforce the foundation of the ancestral tree; Qinglin Daomu activated the Dao of Life, its emerald light entwining like vines to nourish the damaged branches; Haoyi Daozun, Yongji Mingzhu, Huanshi Tianzhu, and other realm lords also displayed their supernatural powers, injecting their origins into the great formation.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of all the heavens and myriad realms converged, and countless streams of light flowed into the Myriad Realms Returning Spirit Array; the clear light shone everywhere, like sweet rain, enveloping the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms, the eerie white patterns that spread across the trunk gradually faded, the withered branches and leaves regained their vitality, and the stagnant source channels gradually became unobstructed.

With the foundation of the Ancestral Tree of Myriad Realms solidified and the turbulent currents of the Star Sea Laws calmed, the obstacles to Li Mu's refining process were cleared away.

At the core of the Chaos Dao Tree, the Order Dao Fruit suddenly emitted a golden light. The gray-gold Dao patterns on the surface of the Dao Fruit spun rapidly, and the method of reversing Yin and Yang was operating to its extreme. It surged into the evil and strange source of the Chaos Dao Tree, and under its pull, it gathered at the root, condensing into a pitch-black and eerie lake.

"Chaos arises, Yin and Yang reverse!"

With a thought, Li Mu's Dao Fruit of Order shone brightly, and a thick golden line descended, entering the strange lake and quickly refining it into wisps of gray chaotic origin.

The primordial chaos surged along the veins of the Dao Tree, part of which nourished the Dao Tree itself, making its branches and leaves more vigorous, and the leaves evolved into miniature worlds; the other part flowed into Li Mu's body, repairing and strengthening his Dao foundation and meridians.

Li Mu's aura steadily recovered, and the chaotic Dao rhythm returned to its condensed and profound state. His control over chaos and order became increasingly harmonious, his Dao fruit pulsed powerfully, and he advanced further into the realm of Dao Integration.

Within the sea of ​​stars, the eerie energy gradually thinned, and the expansion of the void black hole ceased, gradually shrinking. The Chaos Dao Tree had absorbed over 70% of the eerie energy, growing ever more majestic. The clear light and chaos intertwined among its branches and leaves, evolving into countless small worlds, each with its own unique and magnificent appearance.

……

At this moment, on the ruins of the Genji Temple.

The once-great temple is now just ruins, its pale branches broken and its dark red stains scabbed over, exuding an aura of death and destruction as thick as a miasma.

Deep within the ruins, two remnant souls wandered like ghosts—the very source of the corrupted ancient gods, the source of the devouring world ancient gods.

The two gods could not maintain their strange forms, their auras were weak, and their eerie source was faintly visible. It was clear that they had also suffered heavy damage in the self-destruction of the mother tree. However, the eerie light in their eyes was still flashing, and their evil and violent nature had not diminished at all.

"The Lord of Chaos, it's him again! Our clan's millennia-long plan has been destroyed in an instant!" The Ancient God of Corruption exuded extreme resentment, his hatred overflowing.

The remnant soul of the ancient god of the Devouring Realm surged, and countless illusory faces of resentment appeared, chillingly declaring: "This grudge will be avenged! The Chaos Dao Lord has absorbed the ancestral source of our race, and he will not be able to completely refine it within a thousand years; we still have a wisp of remnant source left, and the day will come for us to return!"

The Ancient God of Corruption swayed slightly, saying helplessly, "Return? Now that the Strange Tree of the Shepherd Realm is destroyed and the Strange Source has collapsed, there is no place for our race in the myriad realms. Once that Chaos Dao Lord refines our race's source, solidifies his foundation, and devours all our race's remaining power; and his Great Dao advances another step, then who can stop him?"

"That's why we can't just sit here and wait to be annihilated!" The remnant soul of the Devouring Realm suddenly coalesced, its will sharp as a blade, and said with hatred, "Since there is no place for us in these myriad worlds, we will go to the place where our race was born—the Ancient Realm of Evil Origin!"

"The Ancient Realm of Evil Origin?" The remnant soul of the Corrupted Origin suddenly paused, then exclaimed in fear, "You actually intend to return to that Epoch Graveyard? The laws there are broken, spacetime is disordered, the origins of the realms are mixed up like a tangled mess, and the remains of countless realms are piled up like a barrier. Even our ancestors dared not linger there. Back then, our clan went to great lengths to descend upon this Realm Tree and only then did we gain a sliver of hope. Now, to return to our ancestral land! Isn't that just throwing ourselves into a death trap?"

This fear is not unfounded. The terror of the Ancient Evil Realm has long been etched into the bloodline of the Ghost Clan; it is a place where the strong are buried, a place of chaotic laws, where even at their peak, the Ghost Clan could not find a foothold. Now that they are 99% crippled, what chance do they have?

The remnant soul of the Devouring World Ancient God let out a low, shrill cry, filled with resentment as it fiercely proclaimed, "Staying in this world means certain death; entering the Evil Origin Ancient Realm is a nine-out-of-ten chance of survival. However, there is still a glimmer of hope: there, the negative sources of all realms converge, and the primordial, sinister power is as vast as the sea. If one can absorb it, perhaps one can rebuild one's foundation, and even... transcend one's old self!"

The Devouring God's will surged, bordering on madness: "Corruption Source, open your eyes and see! We have no way out! Only by fighting this one last chance can we return one day with the supreme evil power of the Deceptive Source, to the Lord of Chaos, and to all the heavens and myriad worlds to avenge our blood debt!"

The remnant soul of the Ancient God of Corruption remained silent for a long time, its fluctuations violent, as if struggling between life and death. Sensing its own remnant source gradually dissipating, and also sensing the overwhelming pressure of the Chaos Dao Tree, it finally let out a hiss, its resentment like a curse: "So be it! Even if I fall into eternal calamity, it is better than being silently annihilated. Devour the Realm, as you say!"

After saying this, the two remnants of the Ghost God no longer hesitated and joined forces to activate the ancestral seal of the Ghost Clan.

At the heart of the ruins, space rippled slightly, and a gray-white crack quietly appeared. At the end of the crack, chaotic roars and the sounds of laws collapsing intertwined, as if leading to a realm where all laws converge.

The two remnant souls transformed into streams of light and resolutely disappeared into it.

As it departed, the remnant soul of the corrupted source looked back at the heavens, its gaze locking onto the Chaos Dao Tree. Before leaving, it viciously uttered a curse: "Chaos Dao Lord... when I return, I will surely make your Dao be tainted and your spirit corrupted, and forever condemn you to the sea of ​​evil!"

……

Beneath the Chaos Dao Tree, Li Mu slightly opened his eyes.

Just now, while refining the strange source, my mind suddenly sensed something—a trace of extremely subtle and extremely evil fluctuation tore through the void and fled to an unpredictable realm, disappearing in a flash, almost like a phantom.

Li Mu frowned slightly, his divine sense trying to follow, but it had already vanished without a trace. He was at a crucial stage of refining, and the massive amount of dead, eerie power required his full attention to guide it. Any distraction could trigger a backlash and damage his Dao foundation. "A fish that slipped through the net, or perhaps a dying struggle?" Li Mu's thoughts raced, then he quickly dismissed them: "Even if there are remnants of these troublemakers, they are not a threat. Once I have refined all the sources of evil and achieved perfect Dao fruition, I will break through all the strange and unpredictable forces with one might."

Li Mu then focused his mind and activated the Chaos Dao Tree and the Order Dao Fruit, allowing its countless roots to absorb the endless strange sources that permeated the starry sea.

The Chaos Dao Tree shone brightly, its branches and leaves unfurled, each leaf reflecting the scene of the creation of chaos and the birth and death of all realms; the Dao fruits on the branches were round and full, pulsating like hearts, causing the Dao rhythm of the whole world to surge.

Li Mu's injuries have fully healed, and his aura has become even more vast. As his eyes open and close, chaotic stars swirl around him.

Time flies by with every breath, and a century passes in the blink of an eye.

……

Endless distance, beyond all the heavens.

Here, there is no time or space, no law or order. Broken boundary walls pile up into mountains, like the skeletons of giant beasts, floating in eternal nothingness. Time is out of balance here, sometimes an instant lasts for ten thousand years, sometimes ten thousand years for a single instant. Fragments of laws twist and intertwine, transforming into bizarre and dangerous places, with danger at every step.

This is the Ancient Realm of Great Evil, also known as the Ancient Realm of Evil Origin—the pinnacle of the laws of all realms, a land of exile, and the source of chaos.

Two remnants of the strange race's gods, having endured countless tribulations, finally broke through the barrier of chaos and arrived at this realm.

It was the god-lord of the Ghost Clan, the Source of Corruption, and the Devourer of Realms. They were like two wisps of dying eerie flames, swaying uncertainly between the shattered boundary walls of the Ancient Realm of the Great Evil.

The surrounding laws twisted like a raging tide, and fragments of time scraped like sharp blades, tearing at the soul with every ripple. In the distance, an ancient skeleton lay silently in the void, its bones entwined with dark, malevolent energy, containing the sinister origins of countless epochs, as deep as an abyss.

“To…that way…” The remnant soul of the corrupt source trembled slightly, pointing to a vortex of churning dark, evil mist.

The remnant soul of the Devouring Realm trembled violently, sensing a trace of extremely pure evil power deep within the vortex. Greed overcame fear, and the two, like moths to a flame, plunged straight into the eerie mist.

Upon entering the black mist of evil, the source of corruption immediately let out a silent wail, its soul light rapidly dimming; the remaining will of the Devouring Realm, like a dying beast baring its fangs, tore at the surrounding eerie mist in the opposite direction, forcibly seizing a wisp of cold, evil power.

"Devour! Devour them!" The Devourer's will was frenzied, as resolute as a blade.

Upon hearing this, the source of corruption suppressed his fear, and his remnant soul transformed into an invisible giant maw, frantically devouring the evil source's black mist.

At first, it was like a drop of water falling on parched land, absorbing very little, and the soul was instead eroded and riddled with holes. Until the first wisp of pure evil power was refined, a wisp of white light suddenly appeared in the core of the remnant soul, and the disintegration slowed down greatly.

"It works!" The source of corruption perked up and devoured even more fiercely.

The two were like hungry ghosts falling into a pool of blood, tearing and swallowing without regard for anything. The evil source and strange mist churned endlessly, and the chaotic thoughts within surged like a tide, impacting the soul. The violent, resentful, and insane thoughts pierced the bone marrow like needles, trying to assimilate them.

The Corruption Source, the Devouring Realm, tightly guards a point of its original, monstrous source. Using the unique refining method of the ancient gods of the monstrous race, it forcibly strips away the evil source to replenish itself.

The strange origin soul body is constantly reincarnated between being shattered and reshaped, and is on the verge of annihilation time and time again, relying on devouring to prolong its life; the pain is like billions of poisonous insects devouring the soul, and like a furnace forging the divine consciousness.

How many months?

A fleeting moment? Here, time has collapsed, and life has no meaning.

The two ghostly souls had solidified slightly, transforming into two pulsating orbs of ghostly light. Simple facial features emerged on the surface of the orbs, and the shapes of the rotten source cracks and the world-devouring mist could be vaguely seen. Ghostly green flames flickered in their eyes.

Having escaped the eerie mist from their initial encounter, the two cautiously traversed the shattered boundary walls, searching for more "food."

Ahead, a colossal beast skeleton lay across the void, its bones like gray jade, gleaming with deathly light, entwined with a viscous, pitch-black liquid, radiating a suffocating, sinister aura. On its head, a purplish-black evil fungus took root, with several pulsating dark red fruits condensing among its branches and leaves.

"That fruit...contains the primordial death energy!" Devourer whispered, his greed burning like fire.

They approached silently, a hundred miles from the skeleton, when the purplish-black evil fungus suddenly burst forth, its branches and leaves like tentacles piercing through the void, aiming straight for the two souls.

The source of decay opened its fissure, spewing out a murky red light that collided with the tentacles, producing a sizzling sound and a piercing corrosive noise; the Devouring Realm, on the other hand, transformed into a thin mist that swirled around and rushed straight at the head fruit.

Emerald flames ignited in the skeleton's eye sockets, making the entire skeleton seem alive. A vast aura of death materialized, locking down all directions. The void stagnated, and laws bound it like iron chains.

The two souls froze, their movements slow as if trapped in mud.

"Roar!" The source of corruption roared, unleashing the power of its remnant soul, forcefully shattering several chains of law. Taking advantage of the situation, the Devouring Realm pounced forward, its mist enveloping the fruit and frantically absorbing its essence.

Soon, the three parties were engulfed in a brutal struggle. The Bone King wailed and withered, his bones trembled, and his soul fire flickered. The Source of Corruption and the Devouring Realm, like a malignant tumor clinging to a bone, clung tightly to their prey and plundered it relentlessly.

In the end, the giant beast's skeleton lost the purple-black evil fungus and the source of death, and perished. The Devouring World Demon Shadow solidified like iron, over a hundred feet tall, with each of its six arms holding a ball of leaping evil source; the Corruption Source had recovered most of its power, but had not yet formed a complete Dharma form, although its ferocity had increased exponentially.

"Not enough...we need more..." The three heads of the Devouring Realm roared in unison, their six eerie green eyes sweeping across the desolate and sinister sea, their gazes filled with madness.

The two set off again, like hungry tigers venturing into a pack of wolves, searching for their next prey in this chaotic graveyard.

Encountering the "Weeping Blood Clouds"—formed from the compressed essence of countless vengeful spirits—the Devouring Realm forcibly refined them with its newly acquired death energy, tearing the demonic shadows to shreds and ultimately swallowing their core; they infiltrated the "Poisonous River of Laws," where the river's waters absorbed countless broken laws, corroding all things, and the two floated within, suffering as if being slowly tortured, yet forcibly incorporating the shattered laws into their own bodies...

Endless devouring, boundless plundering.

The Ancient Realm of the Great Evil is the most cruel place for raising Gu (poisonous insects). The Source of Corruption and the Devourer of Realms roam among the corpses of gods and demons, the cores of collapsing realms, and the Sea of ​​Negative Sources, each hunt teetering on the brink of life and death. Their aura grows ever deeper, and their appearance ever more terrifying.

The Devouring World Demon God's shadow had grown to a height of ten thousand feet, its three heads displaying the appearances of resentment, deathly stillness, and chaos, respectively, while its six arms swung, summoning evil thunder and demonic fire.

The corrupting source of the evil god then transformed into a pale, eerie tree, riddled with cracks, spewing out foul light, its roots like snakes, piercing into the void to draw upon the evil source.

One day, the two stumbled into the Ash Plains.

A colossal skull altar stood majestically in the center, its top shrouded in a shifting shadow—sometimes fluttering like a phantom, sometimes like a colossal demon supporting the heavens, its oppressive aura causing a stinging pain to the already powerful Source of Corruption and Devouring God Soul. (End of Chapter)