A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 551: The Origins of Purple Poison Marshland and Purple River
Chapter 551: The Origins of Purple Poison Marshland and Purple River
The Spirit farmer sat cross-legged on a dry patch of moss near a giant twisted tree in the Purple Poison Marshland.
The purple mist continued to drift around lazily, but he ignored it. Before him lay the four storage rings he had taken from the dead elders of the Iron Mountain Sect.
He wiped one of the rings clean, then pressed his finger on its surface. With a light flash of Spirit essence, the ring’s space opened to him. Aksai’s eyes gleamed as he peered inside.
The first ring alone held a small mountain of Spirit stones—at least a few thousand mid-grade ones, along with dozens of high-grade stones.
Alongside them were dozens of neatly arranged 2nd Order artifacts: swords, daggers, shields, and even a pair of Spirit boots that looked good for speed enhancement.
There were talismans as well. Rows of them—some for attack, some for defense, and others for various support purposes. Aksai smiled as he picked up a few and examined their runes.
“Looks like the Iron Mountain Sect came well-prepared this time. This loot is even better than before,” he muttered.
He moved on to the second ring.
This one had fewer Spirit stones but more artifacts. Some of the weapons seemed custom-made, their hilts engraved with tiny, precise markings that resembled ancient characters.
Aksai could tell at a glance that they were infused with Formation spells. There were also two heavy armor sets made for body cultivators, each one gleaming with a faint light that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Aksai was a bit intrigued by this design. This level of craftsmanship took advantage of the array formation field to enhance the artifact creation. Although Aksai had tried something similar a few times, what he found in the storage ring was certainly a way better example of how one can fuse two or more fields of cultivation arts together to create something revolutionary.
In the third ring, Aksai found a bundle of materials—rare Spirit herbs, crystal cores from various demon beasts, and refined metals likely used for artifact forging. He also found a few vials containing strange liquids. He sniffed one of them carefully, his expression turning thoughtful.
“Poison blends… very well made too,” he said with a nod. “Too bad they thought poison would work on me. Well… it might have but my demon beasts didn’t give them a chance to use it.”
Then he opened the fourth ring—and paused.
Most of the space inside was empty compared to the rest, except for one thing that sat right in the center of the storage space.
A scroll.
It looked cryptic and ancient. The scroll was rolled tightly and bound with a thin silver chain. Around the chain, faint lines of blue light flickered, forming a strange pattern of symbols.
They were sealing-type Essence Equation runes.
Aksai reached into the storage space and pulled the scroll out. The moment he touched it, the chain pulsed with energy and a soft buzzing sound filled the air. Aksai narrowed his eyes.
He tried to open the scroll, but the runes locked it tightly. Even when he poured his Spirit energy into the artifact, it didn’t respond. The runes flared up with resistance.
“Hmmm,” Aksai said softly. “You’re not a simple item, are you?”
He turned the scroll slowly in his hands, examining the runes carefully. They weren’t standard Essence Equation runes. These were complex—possibly part of a higher-order formation that needed a specific method or key to unlock.
Yelia appeared behind him, watching from a short distance away. “That scroll… it’s sealed with intent. Someone didn’t want just anyone to open it.”
Aksai nodded. “Yeah. And now I want to know what’s inside even more.”
He placed the sealed scroll in front of him, resting it on a clean flat stone. The moment he touched it again, the runes pulsed in warning.
“I don’t want to break it and destroy the contents within it,” Aksai murmured, narrowing his eyes. “But I do want to open it.”
He took a deep breath and leaned back slightly.
“Are you there?” he asked, closing his eyes, “analyze the Essence Equation runes on this scroll. Break the seal. But do not damage the contents.”
A moment later, the soft voice of the Neural Link Fabric responded inside his mind.
[ Understood, Master Aksai. Initiating high-level decryption of seal-type Essence Equations. Please keep the artifact steady. ]
After the recent upgrade, Aksai’s Neural Link Fabric had upped its capabilities in various ways. The cracking of sealing-type Essence Equation runes was not a difficult task for Aksai anymore.
He opened his eyes as several transparent spectral screens appeared in the air around him. Each one displayed layers of runes from the scroll, rotating slowly. Lines of calculations and translations ran across the sides like flowing water.
The Neural Link Fabric began speaking again in a calm, gentle voice.
[ Essence Equation type: Multi-Layered Seal Formation. Purpose: Restriction of access. Sensitivity level: High. ]
[ Origin: Likely ancient sect-based script, merged with a soul-bound lock.]
[ Recommended approach: External resonance disruption, followed by manual override using Spirit energy flow. ]
The scroll glowed faintly as the Neural Link Fabric continued analyzing. More spectral screens appeared, showing diagrams and predicted energy paths.
“Master Aksai,” the voice said.
“I have found a solution. The seal has three layers. The outermost is a repulsion field. The second is a bloodline recognition lock. The third is a spirit-pressure seal connected to a soul-based recognition key. I will guide you through disabling each.”
“Alright,” Aksai said softly. “Let’s do it.”
“First, place your right hand on the scroll.”
Aksai obeyed.
“Now channel your Spirit energy slowly into the runes at the top right corner. Not too much. Just enough to create a resonance pulse.”
He did as told. The silver chain shivered, and the runes in the top corner glowed brighter, then dimmed.
“Outer layer disabled,” the Neural Link Fabric confirmed.
Aksai felt a tiny shift in the scroll’s presence, like a lock clicking softly.
“Next,” the voice said, “cut a shallow line across your left palm and drip a few drops of your blood onto the scroll’s center. Your bloodline won’t help here. But it would activate the Essence Equation rune that is supposed to identify a certain bloodline. That’s what we are aiming for here.”
Aksai nodded and pulled out a small Spirit blade and made a shallow cut. A few drops of his blood fell onto the scroll. The moment they touched the runes, the scroll trembled again. The second layer of runes flared blue, then dimmed completely.
“Bloodline lock bypassed. Final layer: soul-pressure seal,” said the Neural Link Fabric. “I will now project a resonance field. Focus your Spirit energy through your Soul Sense and match the pulse I provide.”
One of the spectral screens changed. A circular pattern of pulsing light appeared. Aksai closed his eyes and reached out with his Soul Sense, aligning himself with the pulse the Neural Link Fabric was showing him. His breath slowed. His body grew still.
Then, with a quiet crack, the chain unwrapped itself from the scroll and slid to the ground. The glow of the runes faded.
“You may open the scroll now,” the Neural Link Fabric said.
Aksai opened his eyes and looked down. He reached forward, unrolling the ancient scroll slowly. It was still warm from the energy flowing through it, but the runes no longer blocked him.
The scroll opened fully, revealing tightly packed lines of symbols and diagrams, each more complex than the last.
It was clearly a rare and forbidden knowledge of some kind. Just one glance told Aksai that this wasn’t something common or meant to be read by low-level cultivators.
Aksai’s lips curved into a slow smile. “You’ve done well,” he whispered.
The Neural Link Fabric responded gently. “Thank you, Master Aksai.”
A few minutes passed in silence.
The last of the spectral screens faded away around him.
He leaned forward and began to read, eyes narrowing as the strange characters shifted into readable text through the help of the Neural Link Fabric, which translated the old language directly into his mind.
At first, the scroll described the marshland’s terrain, spirit plants, and poisonous miasma. But soon, the tone shifted. The letters turned sharper, the style more hurried, as if the writer had become more desperate with each line.
“The Purple Poison Marshland,” Aksai read under his breath, “was not always a cursed place.”
The scroll spoke of a time, thousands of years ago, when this land was a green valley filled with Spirit streams and forests. But everything changed when a mysterious meteor crashed into the heart of the valley, leaving behind a crater that bled thick purple energy into the soil.
The meteor wasn’t just rock. It carried something ancient.
The text named it: The Core of a Fallen Dao Beast—a creature once formed from pure poison and chaos.
When it died, its core sank into the land, poisoning it slowly, mutating the very nature of the rivers and beasts in the area.
The core had long since broken down, but the lingering presence of its essence transformed the entire valley.
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