A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 556: Awakening the Third Eye

Aksai leaned back slightly, weighing the pros and cons of what he was about to do.

“Worst comes to worst, I’ll lose this True Aether Clone. I’ll simply wait a few months and make another. That’s nothing compared to what I might gain if this works.”

Even the Nascent Soul Kings didn’t have the courage to attempt what Aksai was about to try. He couldn’t be blamed, though. After all, the price he had to pay for failure was significantly less.

Determination flashed across his face.

He sat cross-legged on the cold floor, the manual resting before him. Slowly, he placed both hands on his knees and closed the clone’s eyes.

His Spirit Sense stirred first, flowing like a thin mist through the air. His Qi Sense followed, rising within his dantian, beating in rhythm with the flow of blood.

Then, from deeper within his soul—his Mind Palace—his Aether Essence responded. Its pulse carried a sharper, stranger rhythm, something not born of Dadangar. Thanks to Aksai’s Aether Beast companion, it had become much easier for him to utilize Aether Essence even in his homeworld.

He brought all three of his super senses together, guiding them carefully as if weaving threads of light, just as described in the 3rd Order manual.

His breathing slowed, and his forehead began to glow faintly, a flicker of silver-green light forming where his Third Eye should be.

“This… this is the Third Eye…” he murmured as he felt something blooming between his eyebrows.

The light grew brighter, pulsing and unstable. The clone’s body trembled slightly, as though unsure whether to accept the fusion or collapse under it.

Aksai’s Spirit Sense drifted like mist, subtle yet piercing, wrapping around his soul. His Qi Sense surged like a steady river, flowing upward from his dantian, carrying with it the steady rhythm of life. His Aether Sense pulsed with a strange vibration, sharp and foreign, resonating from the deepest recess of his soul.

All three forces pressed forward toward the same point—between his eyebrows.

Aksai’s body stiffened. His chest rose sharply as he clenched his teeth. The clone’s body mirrored the same posture, as if their actions were tied together by a bunch of invisible strings.

The spot between his brows glowed with a silver-green brilliance. At first, it was only a flicker, but then it began to burn brighter, forcing the three senses into one single stream. The Third Eye Gate stirred open.

Aksai already had his Third Eye Gate open even before he knew about its existence. One could say that it was a part of his Special Physique. However, he had never made active use of this Gate apart from using it to cultivate his body using the Qi cultivation path. He didn’t know a Gate could be used for something else other than being used as a node for Qi cultivation to begin with.

However, this time, the Third Eye Gate was being used as a base to fuse three of his super senses together.

This time, it did not only pull in Qi essence. Spirit essence flowed with it, whispering like ghostly currents, and Aether essence followed, sharp and unnatural. The merging was violent.

Aksai gasped, his whole body trembling. The clone’s face twisted in the same agony. Their breaths grew ragged.

Then came the tearing. There was no distinct sound of a skin getting torn up, as if a hidden seam had been ripped apart. However, Aksai could still hear the sound deep within his soul.

The skin between their eyebrows split open with a sickening sound. Blood welled and trickled down their faces. Both Aksai and his clone let out a piercing scream, their voices overlapping, shaking the hall.

Their robes quickly turned damp as sweat poured out of their bodies. The air inside the cultivation hall warped with heat and pressure. The runes on the floor flared wildly, straining to stabilize the madness of the energies.

But slowly—painfully slowly—the chaos began to settle. The Gate drank in the three forces, weaving them together. A strange stillness descended.

Between Aksai’s eyebrows, and on the clone’s as well, the torn skin began to shimmer. From the wound, an ethereal vertical eye started to emerge, not physical but luminous, shaped entirely from essence. Its faint glow carried a strange depth, like a window into something beyond the mortal world.

Aksai’s head hung low, blood dripping from his chin, but a smile tugged weakly at his lips. He raised his eyes, the faint ethereal eye between his brows opening slightly, its light spilling out like a ripple through the hall.

He had done it. The Third Eye Gate had opened.

The Spirit farmer didn’t waste any time. He let out a slow breath and lowered his eyelids until the world of flesh and stone around him disappeared. The hall, the clone, the faint echo of his own heartbeat—everything faded into stillness. What remained was only the burning sensation between his brows.

He willed the Astral Third Eye to open.

At once, a new vision unfolded. The darkness stretched endlessly, vast and silent, like the night sky without stars. Yet he was not alone in it.

There, in the center of the void, floated his own phantom. It was hazy and half-formed, its edges blurring as though it could vanish at any moment. And around that phantom, countless luminous threads shimmered.

The threads glowed faintly, like fireflies drifting in the night. One moment they flared, shining with bright radiance, the next they dimmed until they were almost invisible. Their light flickered in an endless rhythm, pulsing with some law that Aksai could not fully grasp.

The threads swayed closer, wrapping themselves around his phantom figure. He felt them trying to pull him together, to hold his form steady, to give it shape. Some threads managed to fasten themselves, binding his phantom tightly for a short while.

But then, with a sudden shiver, his blurred form slipped free. The bindings fell apart as if they had never been there. The phantom wavered once again, unstable and half-lost in the void.