A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Varesh didn’t give Aksai even a moment to recover.

VMMMM!

His black Natal Sword erupted with terrifying Sword Intent.

The mummified-looking sword cultivator disappeared.

Aksai’s pupils contracted.

He immediately raised the broken remains of Kalina’s Natal Sword.

CLANG!

The two swords collided.

Aksai’s arms went numb.

Before he could redirect the force, Varesh’s Natal Sword twisted in an unnatural arc and struck again.

SHING!

Aksai barely blocked it.

Another strike came.

Then another.

CLANG! CLANG! SHING!

The broken Natal Sword in Aksai’s hand trembled violently.

Its crimson Sword Intent was rapidly dissipating.

Aksai gritted his teeth and retreated while activating every defensive ability available to him.

Golden Aurous Qi surged around his body.

His Aether Suppression Domain expanded.

The remaining Demon Vines rushed toward Varesh from every direction, attempting to restrain him.

But none of it mattered.

Varesh had become a completely different existence.

He no longer cared about the formation.

He no longer cared about Emerald Cove Island.

He no longer cared about his future.

His only thought was to kill Aksai.

SHING!

Varesh’s Natal Sword slipped past Aksai’s broken weapon.

The black blade struck his chest.

BOOM!

The protective runes on the 3rd Order Snakeskin Armor lit up violently.

The armor absorbed most of the impact.

But a deep crack appeared across its surface.

Aksai’s expression changed.

Again!

He hurriedly retreated.

Varesh followed.

SHING!

Another sword strike landed.

CRACK!

The crack across the Snakeskin Armor widened.

A third strike descended.

BOOM!

The entire defensive artifact trembled.

Aksai was thrown backward.

Before he could stabilize himself, Varesh appeared in front of him.

His blood-red eyes contained nothing but killing intent.

SHING!

The black Natal Sword pierced through the defensive runes.

The Snakeskin Armor finally reached its limit.

CRACK—BOOM!

The 3rd Order defensive artifact shattered and fragments of spiritual light scattered across the battlefield. However, there was no respite for the poison druid.

Varesh’s sword continued forward.

The Demon Vines surged upward at the same time. The suppression of the Devil’s Den formation descended upon him. The ground beneath his feet hardened. Space around him became sluggish. His movements were restricted from every direction.

But Varesh merely raised his head.

VMMMMMMMM—!

A terrifying Sword Cry erupted. The black Natal Sword released a massive amount of Sword Intent.

Varesh swung.

"Die."

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

A storm of black Sword Blades erupted from his body as the Sword Storm expanded in every direction. Demon Vines were shredded before they could even react.

The ground was carved apart. Even the fog was torn open.

The suppression of the formation collapsed under the overwhelming Sword Intent.

Then—

CRACK!

Something deep within the Devil’s Den shattered.

The entire isolation layer trembled violently.

Aksai’s expression changed.

"Fuc*k! Nooo..."

BOOOOOOM!

The isolation layer collapsed. The fog that had concealed the battlefield for so long vanished.

For the first time since Varesh entered the Devil’s Den, the entire Emerald Cove Island became visible. Everything appeared beneath the sky.

But the price was enormous. The Sword Storm didn’t merely destroy the isolation layer. It damaged the surrounding formation structure as well.

Jina and Naisha were caught within the storm.

"Ah!"

PFFT!

Jina’s body was thrown backward, blood spraying from her mouth. Naisha wasn’t any better. The sword pressure tore through her defensive layer and sent her crashing into the ground.

Both women were severely injured.

Neither could come to Aksai’s aid.

Varesh didn’t even look at them.

His eyes remained fixed on Aksai. The path between them was finally clear.

At this point, Varesh could have escaped.

The formation had been destroyed and the isolation layer no longer existed. The outside world was within reach.

He could leave Emerald Cove Island and survive.

But—

Why?

Varesh was the one winning this battle at this point. He didn’t need to run anymore. Since he had already paid a heavy price to claim this island, he might as well see it through.

Plus, his rational thoughts had already been consumed by the countless battles, the soul assaults, the bell’s invisible waves, the poison, the exhaustion, and the repeated burning of his Essence Blood and Heart Blood.

The proud and calculating Varesh was barely present anymore.

What remained was something much simpler.

A beast with a sword.

And that beast wanted only one thing.

Aksai’s death.

VMMMM!

Varesh transformed into Sword Light.

Aksai’s heart pounded.

He raised the broken Natal Sword as his mind screamed at him to retreat.

Nuri desperately analyzed Varesh’s movements.

[Danger assessment: Critical.]

[Predicted attack trajectory—]

However, he couldn’t keep up anymore.

SHING!

Varesh appeared directly in front of Aksai. His black Natal Sword pierced through the broken defenses.

Aksai’s pupils contracted. The blade entered his chest and passed directly through his heart.

PFFT!

Blood sprayed from Aksai’s mouth.

For a brief moment, the entire world seemed to become silent.

Aksai looked down.

The black blade had emerged from his back. His expression was one of genuine shock.

He hadn’t expected Varesh to break through so quickly after using the forbidden technique. He hadn’t expected the sword cultivator to still possess this much killing power.

Was this really a Lord level cultivator?

In fact, Aksai’s guess wasn’t wrong. Varesh’s battle powers after he used the forbidden technique indeed put him in the ranks of False Nascent cultivators who were only a step away from the fabled Nascent Soul realm.

This was because Varesh had made use of the Sword Dao to empower himself temporarily to this extent.

At this point, Aksai’s fingers loosened.

The broken remains of Kalina’s Natal Sword slipped from his grasp.

Clang.

It struck the ground.

Varesh slowly withdrew his Natal Sword.

Aksai staggered backward.

One step.

Then another.

His body finally lost all strength.

Thud.

He crashed onto the ground.

His aura rapidly weakened.

His heartbeats became slower.

One.

Two.

Three.

Then—

Nothing.

Aksai Everwood lay motionless.

His aura became stale.

There was no longer any sign of life.

Varesh stared at him.

For several breaths, he didn’t move.

Then a strange feeling washed over him.

Relief.

He had done it.

He had finally killed the formation master.

The moment that realization entered his mind, the beast-like haze clouding his thoughts began to recede.

Varesh’s eyes regained some clarity.

And with that clarity came exhaustion.

An overwhelming exhaustion.

His body swayed.

He took a long, ragged breath.

"Haa..."

His chest rose and fell.

Blood continued flowing from his wounds.

His Heart Blood had been severely depleted.

His Sword Body was damaged.

His South Sword Yang Physique was barely holding together.

Even his Spirit Core was showing signs of instability but he had survived. He had accomplished his objective.

Varesh slowly raised his right hand.

His index finger trembled slightly.

A faint sword-shaped glow appeared around it.

This was his Sword Bone.

The Sword Bone was one of the most important foundations of a true sword cultivator. It was also the reason Varesh had been able to unleash that final Sword Storm and destroy the island formation.

But the price had been enormous.

His Sword Bone was unstable.

Varesh looked at his finger.

I need to stabilize it immediately.

He had barely begun circulating his Sword Intent—

SHING!

A blade flashed from nowhere.

Varesh’s expression changed.

His Sword Sense screamed.

But his exhausted body couldn’t react in time.

PFFT!

His right index finger was severed.

Along with it—

His Sword Bone.

Blood sprayed through the air.

Varesh stared blankly at his missing finger.

For a moment, he couldn’t understand what had happened.

Then—

BANG!

Something struck his back.

A heavy force slammed into him.

Varesh’s body lurched forward.

His eyes widened.

He suddenly felt something being pulled from inside his chest.

What...?

Varesh looked down.

There was no wound.

No sword mark.

No hole in his chest.

Yet he could distinctly feel his heart being pulled outward.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

An invisible force continued dragging it.

Then—

A skeletal hand emerged from the space before him. Its bony fingers wrapped around something.

Varesh’s eyes widened further.

A living, beating heart was held within the skeletal palm.

His heart.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

It was still beating.

Somehow, the skeletal hand had extracted it without leaving even the slightest wound on his chest.

Varesh’s mouth opened. No words came out. For the first time since becoming a Lord-level cultivator, he felt genuine fear.

The skeletal hand clenched.

CRUSH.

Varesh’s heart exploded between its fingers.

His body froze.

His pupils slowly lost their light.

The terrifying Sword Intent surrounding him dissipated.

The black Natal Sword fell from his hand.

Clang.

The late-stage Lord-level true sword cultivator stood motionless for a moment.

Then his body collapsed.

Varesh was dead.

Only after confirming that the terrifying sword cultivator’s aura had completely disappeared did the seemingly dead Aksai cease his actions.

His fingers twitched.

At this point, a faint greenish-black aura emerged from his "corpse."

His body had transformed. Bones shifted. Flesh twisted. Poisonous energy was surging through his meridians. The corpse-like body finally came into full display.

Two cold, poisonous pupils emerged from beneath the transformed features.

Aksai’s Poison Metamorphosis form had allowed him to kill his enemy in the end even after sustaining a mortal injury (Chapter 833).