A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

On the fifth day, something changed.

Inside the quiet underground chamber, the glow of the massive Spirit Array Formation had reached its peak.

The ethereal runes spun slowly in the air, orbiting around the center where Aksai stood.

Then—shuuuuum!

A strange ripple spread from the central Array Eye and with a low hum, space cracked open like a mirror breaking from the center.

A swirling tunnel of pale blue light appeared, hovering just a few feet in front of Aksai. Wind, infused with spatial energy, blew out from the tunnel and rustled their robes.

To be frank, the Heretic Dao hadn't exactly broken the Holy Land Torel's restrictions. Instead, it created a virtual space using the Holy Land Torel as the base and then connected that virtual space to the Dadangar Subcontinent.

In modern terms, it was like someone using a VPN to access content meant for specific geographic regions.

The viewers didn't actually need to move to those locations—as long as they could use a VPN that mimicked the IP addresses of the target area, they could still gain access.

This was the power and flexibility of the Heretic Dao. Although it was complicated and not easy to learn or master, it offered out-of-the-box solutions for all kinds of known and unknown problems.

It was said that the only thing that could limit the Heretic Dao was its user. As long as one could think of wild solutions to the most complex problems, the Heretic Dao would find a way to survive.

This was how the Haan Di Lord had gotten out. Though, his spatial tunnel wasn't as stable as what Aksai had created using the two Lords' help.

The Haan Di Lord had severely injured himself due to the space storm that he faced, which was the result of him creating an unstable channel.

The Haan Di Lord couldn't be blamed for this. Although he had more knowledge about the Heretic Dao than the other two demonic Core Formation Lords, he was forced to create this type of formation all by himself.

Back to Aksai's success story. The spatial tunnel was here.

They had done it.

The Frostbound Lord's eyes widened first, glowing faintly with icy light. The Blackblood Lord stared too, his lips slightly parted in disbelief.

They had really succeeded. The Heretic Dao inheritance had worked.

The spatial restrictions of the Holy Land Torel—something even Core Formation Lords had failed to break for centuries—had finally been pierced. A tunnel now linked this place to the Dadangar Subcontinent.

The Frostbound Lord looked at Aksai. The Blackblood Lord also looked at Aksai.

Their gazes met briefly before turning back to the young man who had been standing quietly at the center all this time.

A Foundation Establishment junior... had taught them both how to use the basics of the Heretic Dao.

And not just taught them—he had led the creation of a 3rd Order formation. Something even senior cultivators with multiple decades of experience would hesitate to attempt.

They were both powerful Core Formation Lords, respected and feared across the subcontinent. Yet in these five days, they had learned so much from someone who was supposed to be a mere junior.

They didn't say anything at first. But the respect in their eyes had grown.

Of course, what they didn't know was that Aksai was not some genius who had mastered the Heretic Dao after years of deep study.

Not even close.

In truth, Aksai had only dabbled in the Heretic Dao. He had some basic experience creating low-level Heretic Talismans. And while that gave him a slight edge, it wasn't what allowed him to complete something so complex.

The true reason he succeeded… was something else.

The Neural Link Fabric.

Using his chest-like ability, Aksai had been able to calculate and create the runes and Essence Equations required for the 3rd Order array within the necessary time.

Otherwise, the runes would change, and he would have to start everything from the beginning.

The formation's various protocols were like OTPs. One needed to submit the correct OTP—also known as the right correspondence with the correct Essence Equation runes—in order to stay connected.

The Neural Link Fabric was like a skeleton key, helping Aksai bypass the need for the OTP altogether.

Or, to put it simply: if creating the formation was like solving a very hard math problem, then the Neural Link Fabric was like a high-end calculator, doing most of the thinking for him in the background.

Of course, some would call this cheating.

But Aksai didn't care. He only believed in results.

Still, even he had been careful. He didn't push the Neural Link Fabric to its full capacity. He had held back on purpose.

If he performed too well, the two Core Formation Lords might begin to suspect him. That was the last thing he wanted.

The Spirit farmer could have completed the entire array two days ago.

On the third day, the calculations had been finished. But he didn't because he liked to prioritize his own safety and self-interests. Aksai had nobody he could count on. He could only count on himself to have his best interests in mind.

He glanced at the Blackblood Lord from the corner of his eye. The old monster was clearly nearing his end.

His ice-like heart was showing more signs of synthetic organ rejection than ever. And yet, there was a slight pinch of pity in his heart.

It wasn't easy to watch someone die while their children waited beyond the walls of this place, unaware. But that pity? It was like a passing breeze. It came and went.

Aksai had read too many stories, watched too many so-called protagonists crumble under guilt, only to expose their hidden cards for the sake of fleeting sympathy.

And in the next arc, they'd suffer the consequences.

Not him. Never him.

He had already decided to keep the truth about the Holy Land Torel hidden. That this ancient, treasure-rich, isolated dimension was his.

If the Blackblood Lord was losing precious time with his children, so be it. Aksai wasn't going to risk his entire future just for a few moments of moral righteousness.

***

On the fifth day, Aksai finally wrapped up his little act and opened the spatial tunnel.

With that, the two Core Formation Lords were successfully escorted out of the Holy Land Torel.

Velia had also quietly done her part—when the Yaksha Lord tried to leave on his own using some secret technique, she gave him a gentle push, helping him slip out without triggering any kind of severe repercussions.

And just like that, the Spirit Farmer had completed his goal.

All three Core Formation Lords of the demonic faction were now outside the isolated dimension, gathered in one place.

The Dadangar Subcontinent was about to undergo a great change.