A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 755 755: Ten Years After Entering Heavenly Poison Sect

The pressure on Aksai’s soul never truly left him even after 5 years of patiently cultivating.

Even after all these years, it sat there like a heavy stone tied to his spirit. He could endure it, but he knew it was not something he should keep carrying forever if there was a better way.

Thankfully, Aksai had Nuri to rely on. He constantly made use of her to analyze data and his current situation to come up with better ways to tackle his problems. He made right use of her computational capabilities and re-learned all the soul-related techniques.

He forgot about time and the outside world, transforming into a kind of mad scientist who uses every bit of his time to run various tests. He also made his woodland clone capture various demon beasts and undead poison creatures to run experiments on them every once in a while.

In the end, he finally came up with a better way to reduce the burden on his soul. The very next day, while sitting inside the Heavenly Poison Sect’s separate dimension, Aksai spoke softly toward Seralyth.

“Senior,” he said, “I need your cooperation again.”

Seralyth’s soul form floated nearby. She was weaker than before, but her presence was calm and stable. She looked at Aksai and waited.

“The bond between us is too heavy for my soul right now,” Aksai continued. “If you go into deep slumber inside my Soul Space, the burden on me will lessen a lot. I’ll still be able to maintain the connection, but it won’t crush me like it does now.”

Seralyth understood at once. She nodded without hesitation.

“I can do that,” she said. “It will not harm me. In fact, it may help me recover faster. Don’t forget, you have hurt my soul by making me turn more cultivators into poison undeads just to get close to me.”

Aksai smiled mirthlessly before nodding. He had almost forgotten about the shady means he had employed to bypass a lot of troubles inside the separate dimension.

However, it seemed that Seralyth herself didn’t mind. Even though she did not have demonic alignments, it was natural for an existence like her to treat the lives of a few Experts as nothing. She would have even viewed Aksai as nothing more than a slightly bigger ant if he hadn’t impressed her with his various deeds.

Aksai let out a quiet breath of relief. Then he added another request.

“There’s one more thing,” he said carefully. “Before you sleep, I need you to prepare your soul so I can split a small part of it. I want to create a woodland clone of you. I won’t use it as a summon to do my bidding. I just need someone I can talk to in order to answer a few of my questions and someone who can act in your place.”

Seralyth was silent for a moment.

Then she smiled faintly.

“If this helps you move forward,” she said, “then I agree.”

She closed her eyes and began adjusting her soul as per Aksai’s instructions. Thanks to Aksai’s various experiments on poison beasts’ souls and Nuri’s newly derived techniques based on fresh data, the process was gentle but precise. When it was done, a small portion of her soul essence separated and took form.

A new figure appeared.

It looked like Seralyth, but smaller and softer, made of green and purple light mixed together. The woodland clone opened its eyes and looked at Aksai calmly.

“You can talk to me through her,” the clone said. “My main soul will rest.”

Aksai nodded.

Soon after, Seralyth’s true soul slipped into his Soul Space and entered deep slumber. The moment she did, Aksai felt it clearly.

The weight on his soul lessened.

It did not vanish completely, but it became something he could breathe under. For the first time in years, his thoughts felt clear. This was what Aksai had been waiting for all along.

The woodland clone of Seralyth then led him deeper into the separate dimension. Together, they went to the inner sect of the Heavenly Poison Sect. There, Aksai collected everything he was allowed to take. Manuals, records, spirit herbs, old formations, sealed tools, and rare poisons that no longer existed outside.

He did not rush. By the time everything was sorted and stored, another year had passed.

Even then, Aksai did not leave. He chose to stay.

The separate dimension was stable, quiet, and rich in resources. It was the perfect place to digest what he had gained.

He spent his days consolidating his Spirit cultivation. His nights were spent refining his Aether control and understanding the changes in his druidic bloodline.

He organized his treasures. He refined pills. He studied techniques he could not afford to rush through outside.

Years passed like flowing water.

Ten years went by in calm isolation.

Only when he felt truly steady, when his foundations felt firm and his heart clear, did Aksai finally stand at the edge of the separate dimension and look toward the exit.

It was time to return to the outside world.

***

Ten years passed in silence inside the separate dimension of the Heavenly Poison Sect.

Time, however, did not stay still outside.

The Purple Poison Marshland was no longer what it used to be.

Once, it had stretched like a vast sea of fog and poison, swallowing mountains and forests alike. Now, its borders had shrunk greatly. Large parts of the land had dried up.

The thick purple miasma that once blocked the sky had thinned. It no longer rolled endlessly across the land. Instead, it clung only to certain deep pockets, like scars that refused to heal.

The air was clearer. The Purple Poison River changed as well.

Its waters were no longer dark and heavy. The deep purple color faded year by year, turning lighter and softer. In some places, the river even showed hints of clear flow beneath the purple sheen. Mortal fish began to appear in the outer stretches of the river, something that had been unthinkable in the past.

The land reacted.

Some demon beasts could not adapt. Creatures that depended on thick poison died off quickly. Their nests collapsed. Their bloodlines faded. Other beasts changed instead. Their bodies weakened, but their minds grew sharper.

Thanks to the existence of the Spirit essence, the evolution process was on overdrive. New kinds of demon beasts appeared, ones that could survive with less poison and more balance.

The ecosystem shifted.

Hidden groups and wandering cultivators who once used the marshland as a shield felt the pressure first. Without the dense fog and deadly terrain, many were exposed. Some were wiped out. Some fled. Some tried to take control of the remaining poisonous zones, only to clash with others who had the same idea.

But no one was hit harder than the Purple River Sect.

For generations, the sect had built everything around the river.

Their techniques relied on its poison. Their pills used its water. Their spirit fields were fed by its flow. As the river weakened, cracks appeared everywhere.

Outer disciples struggled first. Cultivation became slow and unstable. Inner disciples followed soon after.

Elders found that their old methods no longer worked as before. Pills lost potency. Formations weakened. Even simple breakthroughs became risky. The sect’s foundation shook.

The Purple River Lord felt it the most.

His cultivation, once tied closely to the river like roots to soil, began to stall. The elemental pool he relied on lost depth. Every closed-door session ended in frustration. His aura grew restless, his temper short.

Other sects noticed. Whispers spread.

The balance of the Big Five Sects began to tilt. Old rivals watched closely, waiting. Some sent spies. Some sent envoys to overtly show concern and covertly gather intelligence. Unrest crept into the Dadangar Subcontinent once more.

However, the Purple River Sect did not stay blind for long.

As the Purple Poison Marshland kept shrinking and the river grew weaker, the sect sent one expedition team after another into the marshland. At first, they were only meant to observe. Later, they were ordered to dig deeper and search for answers.

They started to solve the puzzle. Slowly, all signs began to point in one direction.

The Iron Mountain Sect.

When the reports reached the Purple River Sect’s high council, the reaction was swift and harsh. The sect issued an immediate order.

All Iron Mountain Sect disciples were to be taken into custody. By force, if needed.

Purple River Sect elders moved without delay. Their disciples spread out like a net across nearby regions. Iron Mountain Sect outposts and branches were raided. Traveling disciples were intercepted. Some were captured on the spot. Others were injured while trying to flee.

Fear spread quickly through the Iron Mountain Sect. Sect Master Heilam sensed the danger before the final blow could fall. He did not hesitate.

Without announcing anything, he abandoned the sect lands and fled alone toward the deepest parts of the Purple Poison Marshland. He chose the areas where the poison miasma was still thick and deadly, places most cultivators would avoid.

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