A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 559: Other Uses of the Astral Third Eye Vision

The Fortune Telling Arts was finally initiated.

Deep inside the dark void, Aksai’s phantom stirred once again.

It was no longer drifting aimlessly. This time, it was steady, sitting cross-legged in perfect balance. The space around it rippled, and from the center of that ripple, a thin silver thread emerged. Then another. Then dozens more.

Soon, a web of luminous threads surrounded the phantom, glowing softly against the pitch-black emptiness.

The phantom’s eyes opened—calm, clear, and full of strange light.

In the physical world, behind the seated clone, a faint shape began to appear. At first, it looked like a mirage, a blur of light and shadow. But slowly, it took form.

The phantom—Aksai’s reflection in the void—appeared behind the clone, floating silently in a seated position. It hovered a few inches above the ground, its entire body surrounded by threads of faint light. These threads were the Threads of Fate, and they pulsed gently, swaying as if moved by an invisible breeze.

Aksai’s true self stayed in meditation, but his Spirit Sense spread outward, guiding the clone like an unseen hand. As the Fortune Telling Arts activated through the clone, something inside it changed.

The Spirit essence in the room began to stir. It moved first like a soft wind, then quickly grew stronger, swirling into small vortexes around the clone. The Spirit Gathering Realm was known for its focus on absorbing and refining energy—and Aksai’s clone was doing that at a terrifying speed.

The first barrier cracked within minutes. The clone’s Dantian deepened, its aura thickening as it broke into the second stage.

Then the third.

Then the fourth.

Each breakthrough came faster than the last. The air trembled as Spirit Qi poured into the clone like a raging current. The phantom behind it shook slightly with these breakthroughs as if someone had thrown a rock in a calm lake, its Threads of Fate brightening and darkening in waves. Each time a thread flickered, it seemed to feed a little energy into the clone’s body.

Hours passed, though it felt like only moments. Sweat glistened on Aksai’s forehead, his breathing shallow but steady. The connection between his main body and the clone was strong, almost seamless. He could feel every ripple of power, every flicker of change happening within the clone.

By the end of the third hour, the clone’s aura was already nearing its peak.

A sharp sound echoed through the chamber—a ringing hum, like metal being struck. Aksai’s eyes snapped open as he felt the surge.

The clone’s Spirit essence erupted outward, shaking the ground beneath them. The phantom behind it opened its Astral Third Eye, and the Threads of Fate brightened all at once, flooding the space with soft, blinding light.

Then, in an instant, everything stilled.

The light faded. The whirlwinds of Qi vanished.

Aksai’s clone exhaled deeply, its Spirit essence now calm but dense—completely transformed. The faint barrier that separated the Spirit Gathering Realm from the Foundation Establishment Realm had shattered.

The clone had broken through.

From the first stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm to the ninth, and then into the first stage of Foundation Establishment—all within three hours.

The phantom behind it still hovered silently, threads swaying gently, as if satisfied. A faint smile touched Aksai’s lips.

“This… this was easier than I thought. I guess even those regular Spirit cultivators with Threads of Fate attached to them can’t achieve this level of cultivation speed. Of course, my main body’s cultivation base played a vital role.

But I guess the fact that it was me harnessing the Threads of Fate instead of the other way around was what actually made this speed possible.”

Aksai thought to himself as he felt the changes within the clone. He began to settle after the surge of power that followed the clone’s breakthrough. The faint glow of Spirit essence still lingered in the room, drifting like mist in the early dawn.

Behind the clone, the phantom had dimmed but not vanished. Its Astral Third Eye still glowed faintly, a vertical slit of pale blue light shimmering between the brows.

After some time, Aksai was about to withdraw his senses from the clone when something made him pause.

“Hmm? What did I see just now? Is this…” he murmured softly.

With a slight effort of will, he adjusted the focus of the Astral Third Eye. Until now, his vision had been locked onto the Threads of Fate, those luminous filaments that danced endlessly through the dark void. But as his thoughts shifted, so did his sight.

At first, everything went black. Then, faint traces of light began to form—thin rivers of glowing mist flowing through the air, curling around stones, plants, and even the walls of the chamber. The scene reminded him of an X-ray image of his previous world, except the world was not made of bones and shadows, but of Spirit essence.

The regular world appeared dull and pale, while the Spirit essence shone in bright shades of bluish-white, flowing like living water. It moved through the air in currents and streams, gathering around objects rich in energy and dispersing around the lifeless ones.

Aksai’s eyes widened in amazement. He leaned forward slightly, trying to take in the sight from different angles.

“So this… this is the ambient Spirit essence,” he whispered. “I can actually see it.”

The realization sent a thrill through him. His regular Spirit Sense had always allowed him to feel these flows—to sense them like one might feel the warmth of sunlight on skin.

But to see them directly through his Astral Third Eye was something entirely different. It gave the world a new layer, a deeper structure hidden beneath ordinary sight.

As he shifted his gaze, he saw the flow gathering more densely around the clone’s Spirit Core, swirling in a spiral before being absorbed. He could see how impurities drifted away as faint gray wisps, dissolving into nothingness.

“This could change everything…” Aksai muttered.

He could already imagine it. If he could see Spirit essence this clearly, then refining herbs during alchemy would become far more precise. He could identify minute impurities before they ruined a batch.

When forging artifacts, he could track the way Spirit essence interacted with the metal, preventing energy leaks and imperfections. And in talisman creation, he could watch how Spirit ink flowed through talisman paper and interacted with the inscribed Essence Equation runes—something that even seasoned masters could only guess through experience.

The Spirit farmer was unable to hide his excitement as he realized the true value of having a newfound vision that he had unlocked for himself.

“The Astral Third Eye isn’t just for seeing fate… it’s for seeing the truth of the boundless cosmos itself.”

Aksai was busy contemplating things on a grand scale when another thought sprang in his mind.

“Wait a minute…. If I can see the ambient Spirit essence flow using the third eye… Can I also…”

Aksai got to work even before he could voice his question completely.

He guided his main body to begin cycling the Celestial Harmony Technique. A low hum filled the room as the main body’s breath deepened. Faint ripples of power spread outward, causing the air to vibrate slightly. The light silver hue under the skin brightened for a moment, like moonlight flashing beneath the surface of still water.

Aksai’s clone, still connected to his consciousness, adjusted its Astral Third Eye. He shifted his focus slowly—first blurring out the Threads of Fate, then ignoring the soft rivers of Spirit essence that glowed around the walls. Instead, he narrowed his sight toward the silver glimmer of his main body.

At first, nothing happened. The Astral Third Eye strained, flickering faintly as if trying to tune into a frequency just beyond its range. Aksai didn’t give up.

And then, he saw it.

A faint stream of light began to appear inside his main body, running through invisible channels beneath the skin. It was different from Spirit essence. This light didn’t float loosely—it moved within the veins of his skin like an unstoppable serpent finally getting inside his burrow.

Thin threads of silver flowed through the meridians, circling around the dantian before spiraling upward through his chest and arms. The flow was steady, glowing brightly whenever it passed through thicker Qi channels and dimming as it traveled through finer ones.

“So this is the Silver Qi of the Argent Body Realm…” Aksai murmured in awe.

The faint smile on his lips lingered as he adjusted his breathing again. Slowly, he closed the Third Eye, letting the bluish light fade away. The world returned to normal—duller, quieter, and somehow emptier without that strange light.

Even so, Aksai’s heart was full.

He now understood that what he had gained was not merely a cultivation ability, but a tool that could reshape everything he knew about creation, balance, and life itself.

“Hehe. Looks like this little experiment was worth a few centuries of lifespan after all,” he said with a tired grin.

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