A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 743: Expanding the Druidic Path Using the Opposing Concepts

“Nuri,” Aksai said, “let’s not wait anymore. Guide me step by step.”

[Beginning guidance sequence]

Nuri replied. She then injected streams of information into Aksai’s consciousness directly without the latter feeling any kind of backlash or side effects. This was because Nuri had developed its own way of making Aksai understand something easily. It adjusted Aksai’s sense of time and modified it to suit its operations, allowing him to gain any new information without having to digest it for hours on end.

Aksai raised his hands and pressed his palms against the ground as soon as he understood the solution Nuri had come up with. Thin green lines spread from beneath him, forming a wide circle.

Leaves, roots, and simple rune marks appeared one after another. The druidic Spirit formation took shape, quiet and steady. It did not give off strong light. Instead, it felt calm, like a forest resting at night.

The air inside the formation grew warm and full of life.

Aksai closed his eyes and shifted his focus inward.

He reached out with his senses, not to the cave, but far beyond it. Deep inside the Enchanted Everwood Farm, the Demon Tree stirred. Its roots pulsed with heavy life force. Aksai felt the familiar connection form again, strong and clear.

He guided a thin stream of that power into his body.

The life essence moved through his blood, slow and careful. It touched his bones, his muscles, and his organs. His bloodline began to change, becoming thicker and more stable. Every breath he took felt deeper than before.

After a long while, Aksai opened his eyes.

“I am at my peak state. This should do it,” he whispered.

He activated Druid’s Lion Heart.

His heartbeat grew loud in his ears. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Strength surged through his body, but this time, the Spirit formation kept it from overflowing. The power stayed where it should, moving in smooth cycles.

Aksai then guided his focus to his right arm.

The Poison Vein responded.

Green light pulsed under his skin as the poison essence inside it started to move. Slowly, carefully, he drew it out. The poison essence flowed toward his chest, passing through the Spirit formation’s guidance.

At first, his body resisted.

The rich life essence inside him clashed with the poison. Pain bloomed in his chest, sharp and cold. But the formation reacted at once.

It seemed that the incompatibility with the pseudo Dantian wasn’t Aksai’s only worry. The very nature of poison seemed to not be suitable with Aksai’s druidic path. It was like trying to take left and right turns at the same time. However, Nuri had found a diversion that could be used to find a path that was neither right or left but something that was parallel to them.

Roots of light wrapped around the poison essence and the life essence alike. The two forces slowed down. Their conflict softened. Neither pushed the other away.

The Poison Vein stretched and changed shape. It moved upward and wrapped itself around Aksai’s heart like a living vine.

His breath trembled. The poison did not eat away at his heart. Instead, it rested there, calm and quiet, guided by the rhythm of Druid’s Lion Heart.

“This…. I thought they were opposite of each other. And maybe they are. But that doesn’t mean they would never come together. In fact, the opposites attract. That’s the Dao of the boundless cosmos.”

Aksai suddenly understood. Poison was not the enemy of life.

Life made things grow. Life made things move. But poison ended what should not remain. If nature energy and life essence represented one part of life then the poison represented the other. Both sides were required to create a whole of anything that existed in nature.

Rotting leaves fed the soil. Venom killed pests. Bitter herbs healed wounds when used right. Poison was also a part of nature. It was not evil. Not really. It was a tool. It depended on who held it.

Swoosh. Zoom. Blank.

Aksai felt as if his mind had gone blank and contained foreign information at the same time. The thought struck deep.

Aksai’s mind cleared, and his Spirit core trembled. His Core Formation realm cultivation shifted on its own. The core inside him became more solid, more complete.

A low hum filled the cave. The Poison Vein and Druid’s Lion Heart beat together, slow and steady. When Aksai finally opened his eyes, sweat covered his body, but his gaze was calm.

Aksai’s heartbeat no longer sounded like a strong drum in his ears. Instead, it became deep and near-silent, like water flowing through a dark cave. Each beat carried warmth, but also a faint coldness that did not feel harmful.

It felt balanced.

The Druid’s Lion Heart blessing inside him shifted.

The fierce surge of strength it once gave now felt quieter. In its place, Aksai sensed control. His heart no longer only pushed life force forward. It also knew when to hold back, when to let things end.

Too much or too little of anything was bad. Even too much of sugar harmed the user. But too low of a sugar also resulted in illness. The key was in moderation.

Too much of love would end up in a tragedy and no love made life colorless. Too much of sunlight harmed the body and too little of it gave birth to a lot of health issues.

By having access to nature energy and poison essence, Aksai felt like he had a better control of his druidic powers. He could moderate, or rather regulate his druidic powers in a better way as he grew accoustomed to using and cultivating poison essence.

A thin green glow spread from the Spirit farmer’s chest, mixing with a darker shade that reminded him of deep forests filled with venomous plants. The two colors did not clash. They moved together, slow and natural.

Aksai frowned slightly.

“This feels… different,” he murmured.

For the first time since becoming a druid, he felt the side of nature that did not heal or protect. He felt the plants that killed to survive. He felt the quiet poison that flowed through roots and thorns. He felt decay that made space for new growth.

This side of being a druid had never been in his view before. Not because it was hidden, but because he had never looked for it.

As this understanding settled in, something else stirred inside him.

Aksai felt a familiar yet distant pull.

The Heretic Dao.

It did not surge wildly. Instead, it grew clearer, sharper. It felt as if a fog had been lifted from a road he had been walking on without knowing its shape.

Aksai’s eyes opened slowly.

“Hmm? This epiphany… Is the Heretic Dao about this?” he thought. “Understanding both sides of the same coin before choosing your own path?”

Life and death. Cure and poison. Growth and decay. They were not enemies. They were parts of the same whole.

By accepting poison as part of nature, Aksai had not betrayed his druidic path. He had widened it. His path no longer walked on one side of the road. It now stretched across the entire width.

Aksai stayed inside the cave and took a slow breath as he digested his gains both mentally and physically. However, after some time, he got to work once again.

He waved his hand and started taking out the poison resources he had gathered in the separate dimension of the Heavenly Poison Sect.

One item after another appeared on the ground in front of him. Poison fruits, dried venom glands, dark herbs, bone powders, and sealed jars filled with thick green liquid.

The smell alone was enough to kill an ordinary Spirit cultivator.

Aksai picked up the first resource. It was a 2nd Order purple poison fruit. He crushed it slightly and put it in his mouth.

The taste was bitter and sharp.

The poison spread quickly through his body, rushing toward his organs and blood. His druidic bloodline reacted at once. Warm nature energy surged out and tried to cleanse the poison.

But before the two forces could clash, his heart pulsed.

The Druid’s Poison Heart activated on its own.

The poison was pulled toward his chest and refined. Its harmful parts were stripped away, leaving behind pure poison essence. That essence merged with his life force instead of harming it.

Aksai felt refreshed.

“This… it’s like drinking a strong liquor that only kicks after some time. Kekeke. Its fun.”

He nodded and moved on to the next item.

Soon, he started consuming 3rd Order poison resources.

This time, the reaction was much stronger.

The poison burned as it entered his body. His skin heated up, and his breathing became rough. His druidic bloodline pushed back harder, and his nature energy tried to heal the damage right away.

For a moment, it felt like a tug of war inside him. But again, the Poison Heart took control.

It refined the poison little by little, turning danger into nourishment. Each cycle made his heart stronger. His nature essence did not weaken. Instead, it became denser and more active, as if it had learned how to grow while standing next to poison.