A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 734: Heavenly Poison Sect

Chapter 734: Heavenly Poison Sect

A few hours later.

The inside of the cave no longer looked wild or natural.

Stone floors stretched forward in straight lines. The walls were carved smooth, with old marks that looked like seals and symbols worn down by time. Broken pillars lay on the sides, and collapsed roofs hinted that this place had once been a well-built underground structure, maybe even an ancient sect.

Grisham and Heilam stood at the front of a wide stone hall.

A dry rattling sound echoed from the darkness ahead.

Then the poison skeletons appeared.

One by one, they walked out of broken doorways and cracked corridors. Their bones were dark green and black, stained by poison miasma. Some still wore bits of old robes and armor. Green mist leaked from the gaps between their bones.

These were ancient Spirit cultivators who had died long ago and had been turned into undeads.

They were not as dangerous as the poison undeads from earlier. Their movements were stiff. Their attacks were simple.

But there were too many of them.

Dozens turned into hundreds.

Heilam raised his hand and released a wave of earth and fire Spirit spells. Stone spikes burst from the floor, crushing several skeletons at once. Fire washed over the front lines, melting bones into ash.

Grisham followed up with poison-based Spirit spells mixed with woodland power. Vines shot out from the ground, wrapping around skeletons and dragging them down. Poison fog erupted and ate away at the bones.

Still, the skeletons kept coming.

Their empty eye sockets burned with faint green light. Broken limbs did not stop them. Even when half their bodies were gone, they crawled forward.

“If this keeps going, we’ll be buried under them,” Heilam shouted.

A deep roar answered him.

Six massive shapes charged in from behind.

The bear cubs Aksai had once taken in were no longer cubs. They were huge now, each one taller than a horse. Their bodies were thick with muscle, covered in dark fur marked with faint glowing lines.

Each step they took shook the stone floor.

The bears roared and slammed into the skeletons like moving walls. Claws crushed bones. Jaws snapped skulls apart. Poison mist dispersed under their sheer force.

One bear raised its paw and slammed it down. A wave of intent surged out, turning into a shock of Spirit power that shattered dozens of skeletons at once.

Another bear opened its mouth and released a low growl that carried will and force. The skeletons in front of it froze for a brief moment before collapsing into piles of broken bones.

These bears were in the late stage of the 2nd Order beastly Spirit realm. Each of them was as strong as a Foundation Establishment Perfection realm Spirit cultivator.

And they fought like it.

Behind them, more figures rushed in.

Woodland fiends joined the battle.

These were not complete woodland fiends like Grisham. Their forms were rough and unstable. Some had twisted bodies made of roots and bark. Others looked like walking piles of wood and vines with glowing cores in their chests.

They did not fight carefully.

They charged straight into the densest groups of skeletons.

Then they exploded.

Roots, vines, fire, poison, and raw Spirit essence burst outward. The blast wiped out entire groups of poison skeletons in seconds.

Some woodland fiends ran only a few steps before detonating. Others leapt into the air and crashed down like living Spirit bombs.

The stone hall shook again and again.

Grisham watched the battlefield with steady eyes.

“So many types,” Heilam muttered between attacks. “He really planned for everything.”

Aksai had already revealed three types of woodland fiends during earlier battles. But it seemed that the youngest Lord still had many cards hidden in his sleeves.

Grisham did not answer. He only directed the woodland fiends and supported the bears when needed.

The skeletons were slowly being wiped out, but they kept pouring in from side halls and broken passages.

Far away from the battle, deeper inside the underground structure, Aksai walked alone.

He moved through long corridors and quiet chambers. Old rooms filled with broken tools and empty shelves passed by him. Some halls looked like training grounds. Others looked like living quarters.

This place had once been alive.

Aksai observed everything with calm eyes. His Spirit Sense scanned every wall, every floor tile, every hidden mark.

Behind him, the sounds of battle echoed faintly. Yet he did not turn back.

He had left Grisham and Heilam to deal with the poison creatures for a reason. This place was important.

Aksai moved deeper into the underground structure alone.

The air grew colder as he went further in. The stone walls were cleaner here, less damaged by time. Faint lines of old Spirit formations could still be seen carved into the floor and ceiling.

He stopped suddenly.

A thin thread of light flashed in front of his eyes.

A trap.

Aksai raised his hand without any hurry. Spirit essence flowed through his body in a smooth and steady manner. He cast a 3rd Order Spirit spell, simple in shape but heavy in intent. The spell did not explode or shine brightly. Instead, it pressed down on the space ahead like an invisible weight.

The trap cracked.

The light thread snapped, and the formation collapsed with a low hum. The killing force behind it faded away before it could activate fully.

Aksai continued forward.

More traps followed.

Some released poison mist. Others tried to pierce his soul with sharp Spirit waves. A few aimed to seal his movement and crush him using gravity-based force.

Each time, Aksai responded calmly.

Elemental Spirit spells mixed with intent-based casting flowed out one after another. Fire burned poison away. Earth crushed unstable formations. Water erased Spirit marks from the stone. Soul-based pressure shattered traps that tried to attack his consciousness.

None of the traps lasted more than a few breaths.

After some time, Aksai entered a wide chamber.

Rows of broken shelves lined the walls. Some had collapsed, but many still stood. Stone tables were scattered around, covered in thick dust.

This was a library.

Aksai’s eyes lit up slightly.

He walked to the nearest shelf and picked up a book. The cover was old and brittle, but the Spirit marks inside were still intact.

“Nuri,” Aksai said softly.

A faint response echoed in his mind.

He opened the book.

As his eyes moved across the pages, Nuri began recording everything. Text, diagrams, Spirit notes, poison formulas, and cultivation methods were all copied and stored.

Aksai moved from shelf to shelf.

Book after book was scanned.

Some books talked about poison arts. Others focused on soul toxins, Spirit body corrosion, and strange ways to blend poison with formations. There were records of experiments, failed and successful alike.

After going through many shelves, Aksai stopped.

“So that’s it,” he murmured.

The records were clear.

This place had once belonged to an ancient sect.

The Heavenly Poison Sect.

A sect that existed during the time when the Mad Immortal had visited this world.

Many notes mentioned strange ideas and knowledge that did not belong to the normal Spirit cultivation path of this era. The writing style and thinking matched what Aksai already knew about that chaotic time.

His guess had been right.

After finishing the library, Aksai walked out through a hidden door behind one of the shelves. The path led him into another sealed hall.

A large Spirit formation blocked the way forward.

The runes were complex and layered. Essence Equation lines overlapped each other in dense patterns. This was not a simple formation.

Aksai stopped and observed it.

“Nuri,” he said again.

Information flowed rapidly through his mind.

Using the data collected from the library, Nuri began analyzing the formation. The runes shifted in Aksai’s vision as hidden links were exposed. Weak points appeared one after another.

Even the 4th Order Essence Equation runes were broken down step by step.

Within moments, the formation was no longer a mystery.

Aksai raised his finger and tapped the air lightly.

A thin line of Spirit essence shot out and struck the core rune.

The entire formation trembled.

Cracks spread through the glowing lines like a spider web. Then, with a dull sound, the Spirit formation collapsed and faded away.

The path ahead opened.

Aksai stepped forward without hesitation.

The space inside was much larger than he expected.

Stone pillars stood in neat rows, supporting a high ceiling carved with old poison runes. Spirit lamps were embedded in the walls. Most of them were dead, but a few still glowed faintly, casting a greenish light across the hall.

Aksai paused and looked around.

“This is…” he said softly.

Nuri finished its quick scan and sent the result to his mind.

This place was the outer sect’s treasury of the Heavenly Poison Sect.

Aksai let out a slow breath before feeling a strong wave of excitement building inside his chest.

If the library he had just cleared was the appetizer, then this place was the main course.

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