A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 628: Becoming a Core Formation Lord

Chapter 628: Becoming a Core Formation Lord

Aksai’s Spirit cultivation technique guided his Spirit essence in two ways: sometimes warm like the sun, sometimes cold like the moon.

Lightning, too, had both natures.

It was so extremely yang that it almost looped around and showed signs of yin. Just like a flame so hot it felt cold. Just like an ice born from an element so pure that it felt hot to the touch.

Aksai let his mind drift over these ideas — the sun and the moon, heat and cold, yin and yang, the way the wood element needed both to grow. As he thought, the next lightning strike hit him. And then another. And another.

Each bolt slammed into him harder than the last, making his body shake. His muscles tore, his skin cracked, and his bones rang from the shock.

But each time, he used the Sun Moon Duality to push Spirit essence through the wounds, healing them bit by bit. The liquid Spirit essence inside him flowed faster and thicker, as if reacting to the lightning itself.

Under this pressure, the liquid essence inside his Spirit veins began to condense. It rushed toward his Dantian like a river being pulled by a strong force.

Inside the Dantian, the essence gathered and spun, squeezing itself tighter and tighter. A small golden core slowly began to form.

At the same time, Aksai felt something else happening. His body was being cleaned from inside. The lightning burned away hidden impurities in his flesh. The Sun Moon Duality washed through his mind, brushing away leftover doubts and old scars. Mentally, it felt as if someone had entered his house and started cleaning it by disposing of the trash that was scattered all over.

Lightning struck again and again.

The world around him shook. The Demon Tree groaned from the damage. The ground trembled under his feet. But Aksai did not move.

He sat still, covered in cracks and blood, letting the heavenly punishment temper his body, shape his core, and cleanse his mind — one lightning strike at a time.

The next wave of lightning fell, thicker and louder than the last, and the Demon Tree took the hit head-on. Several branches exploded into splinters. A chunk of its bark peeled off and flew across the city square like ash caught in the wind.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Another streak came down, then another. Each one tore at the massive tree again and again, charring its surface, burning holes through its limbs, and shaking its roots deep into the earth.

At one point, the Demon Tree trembled so hard that its roots twisted beneath the ground as if trying to rip themselves free. It wanted to run. It wanted to escape this madness.

But it could not.

Aksai had complete control over it. His will wrapped around the Demon Tree like chains. Whenever he felt the lightning was too much for his body to take, he forced the tree forward, letting it receive part of the impact for him.

With every strike that hit it, the Demon Tree changed little by little. Its bark peeled away only to grow back thicker. The branches that were destroyed began sprouting anew, stronger than before.

The Wordly Laws of Sharang were tempering the Demon Tree just like they were tempering Aksai, pushing it toward a metamorphosis of its own. It was slowly evolving into a Third Order entity.

Aksai felt all of this dimly, like echoes in the back of his mind. His main focus was on the storm inside his body. Deep in his Dantian, the liquid Spirit essence he had gathered began to spin, then compress, pulling tighter and tighter until a golden core formed at the center.

This was it.

He had done it.

He had stepped into the Core Formation Realm. But the test was not done. He didn’t want it to end here.

From here on, the storm above no longer existed to see if he could survive. It existed to measure him. The longer he held on, the better his foundation would become.

If he endured more, his Spirit essence would be purer, his core more stable, and his path clearer.

So Aksai pushed forward.

He kept circulating the Sun Moon Duality technique, letting the extreme yang lightning crash into him and letting the extreme yin cold settle into his bones.

Lightning struck him again, stronger than before. His body jerked. Blood spilled from his lips—dark, thick, and bubbling with impurities. His organs twisted in pain, rupturing and repairing again and again as he used his druidic powers to force them back into shape.

His breath grew rough, but he kept going.

Finally, when the pain rose far beyond what even his Aurous Body could bear, Aksai lifted his hands, eyes still closed, and formed a series of Mudras. The Automated Mudra-casting that he had programmed into the Neural Link Fabric as a backup came to his rescue.

Roots burst from the Demon Tree. Vines curled around his arms, his chest, his legs. They wrapped around him like a second layer of skin.

A wooden shell formed over his body—woodskin.

It wouldn’t last long. He knew that. Third Order wood was far too weak against tribulation lightning. Still, it gave him a moment of relief.

The next strike burned the woodskin black, cracking it open. The layer shattered like fragile glass. But before the pieces could hit the ground, a fresh layer grew in its place.

Strike. Burn. Shatter. Regrow.

Over and over.

Time lost meaning. The world outside the storm faded. There was only pain, light, fire, cold, and the beating of his own heart pushing him forward.

At last, after what felt like both an eternity and a single breath, Aksai reached his limit. His body trembled. His mind dimmed. His Spirit essence felt strained to the breaking point.

’This… this is my limit.’

The Spirit farmer stopped the Sun Moon Duality.

The storm reacted at once. The next lightning streak was weaker. Then weaker still. The rumbling above slowed. The air grew lighter. The sky brightened with each passing second.

And then, silence.

The breakthrough event was finally over.

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