A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

At this point, a sense of urgency rose in Varesh’s mind.

In the next moment, his eyes turned completely red.

Blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, running down his cheeks and disappearing into his black robes.

This was not a deployment of a secret technique but a forbidden technique.

The invisible waves released by Aksai’s bronze bell continued to assault his Spirit, mind, and Sea of Consciousness.

Ding.

There was no sound.

Yet another invisible wave crashed into Varesh’s mind.

His vision blurred.

His Sword Mind trembled violently.

For the first time since entering the Devil’s Den, Varesh felt as though his thoughts and soul themselves were beginning to fracture.

He clenched his teeth.

I can’t believe a native Lord managed to make me become so miserable. I... I can’t keep defending for long.

If he continued like this, he would eventually fall.

Varesh had already burned a considerable amount of his Essence Blood by repeatedly using his secret sword techniques. His reserves were rapidly approaching a dangerous threshold. His South Sword Yang Physique was also beginning to weaken.

If this continued, he would eventually lose the ability to fight at his current level. Varesh understood this clearly.

Therefore, he decided to advance instead of retreating. His training as a true sword cultivator gave him the confidence to reverse the tides.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Whoosh!

The black Natal Sword suddenly flew toward him.

Varesh opened his mouth.

The sword shrank into a streak of black light before entering his mouth.

Gulp.

He swallowed it.

The Natal Sword descended directly into his Dantian.

For an ordinary cultivator, such an action would have been suicidal.

But Varesh was a true sword cultivator. His Natal Sword had long since become one with his cultivation.

His Dantian was not merely a place where he stored his sword. It was where his sword and his Sword Intent could temporarily fuse with his very foundation.

Varesh clenched his right hand.

His expression became savage.

Then—

BOOM!

His fist smashed heavily against his own chest.

The impact caused his already injured body to tremble.

A mouthful of blood surged up his throat.

But Varesh didn’t spit it out.

Instead, he forcefully swallowed it.

His eyes became even redder.

A strand of crimson light emerged from his chest.

Heart Blood.

The most essential blood within a cultivator’s body.

Unlike the Essence Blood that only affected one’s stamina and general health once used excessively, Heart Blood contained the cultivator’s vitality, foundation, and life force. Its depletion wasn’t something that could be recovered over time using simple methods.

It was the blood closest to one’s origin.

Burning Essence Blood damages one’s reserves.

Using Heart Blood damages one’s future.

Varesh knew exactly what he was doing.

Yet he didn’t hesitate. He was resolute when he figured out he had no way out of the trap Aksai had set for him.

VMMMM!

A terrifying Sword Intent erupted from his Dantian and the black Natal Sword was being nourished by his Heart Blood. At the same time, Varesh’s South Sword Yang Physique trembled violently. His Sword Body began to crack.

Tiny wounds appeared across his skin. His already depleted vitality rapidly declined. But the Sword Intent radiating from him became increasingly terrifying.

Varesh opened his mouth again.

Whoosh!

The black Natal Sword shot out. He caught it with his right hand.

Then—

PFFT!

Varesh spat a mouthful of Heart Blood onto the blade. Crimson droplets covered the black sword. His lips and teeth were stained completely red.

The sight was horrifying.

Aksai’s expression changed.

He immediately understood that Varesh had done something drastic.

This guy... I feel like I have aged a lot ever since I began batting him. He alone is worth tens of Kalina combined, damn it.

Varesh had already been pushed to his limits. Yet instead of weakening further, he had chosen to burn his own future to increase his present strength.

The consequences were obvious.

If Varesh survived this battle, his cultivation base would inevitably regress. At the very least, he would fall back to the mid-stage Lord realm.

His Sword Body would be damaged.

His South Sword Yang Physique would be damaged.

Even his Spirit Core would suffer from the backlash.

His foundation would be severely compromised.

And this was already the best possible outcome.

The Nascent Soul seed qualification he possessed within his imperial faction would almost certainly be lost.

Even if he somehow recovered it in the future, the price would be enormous.

Varesh had once dreamed of becoming a Nascent Soul King.

Before leaving the Shinayin Empire, crossing the Shinayin Boundary, and entering the Eternal Sea, that had been his ultimate goal.

He had cultivated for countless years precisely for that possibility. And he had come to this backwater region in order to gain resources from his faction and make it his reality.

But now—

He had thrown that future away without hesitation for survival.

VMMMM!

The black Natal Sword released an overwhelming Sword Cry.

Varesh’s body suddenly changed.

His youthful appearance disappeared and his skin became dry and wrinkled. His cheeks sank and his muscles shrank.

His entire body rapidly became thin and dehydrated, as if he had been left beneath the scorching sun of a desert for decades.

Within moments, Varesh looked almost like a mummified corpse wearing black robes.

Yet his aura became terrifying.

BOOM!

The entire isolation layer trembled. Even the five Lord-level ghosts momentarily stopped their attacks.

Aksai’s pupils contracted.

The Varesh standing before him no longer resembled the calm and calculating sword cultivator from earlier. He looked like a starving beast that had finally been released from its cage.

His eyes locked onto Aksai.

Thick killing intent poured from them.

Kill.

Varesh’s battle intelligence had actually declined because of his current condition. His mind was too heavily affected by the bell, the exhaustion, and the backlash from burning his Heart Blood.

He could no longer easily employ complicated Connate Spells. He couldn’t carefully calculate every possibility like before.

But that didn’t matter. He was a true sword cultivator. His natal sword was enough.

In fact—

His strength had increased by several levels at once.

VMMMM!

Varesh disappeared.

Aksai’s expression changed.

He immediately raised Kalina’s Natal Sword.

CLANG—!

The black Natal Sword appeared almost out of nowhere.

Aksai’s borrowed sword collided with it. The impact sent his entire body flying backward.

BOOM!

Aksai crashed into the ground. His arms trembled violently.

Before he could recover—

SHING!

Varesh’s sword arrived again.

Aksai barely raised his sword in time.

CLANG!

The collision caused a massive crack to spread across Kalina’s Natal Sword.

Aksai’s pupils contracted.

Crack.

A tiny fissure appeared on the blade.

The accumulated Sword Intent within the weapon screamed in resistance.

But Varesh didn’t stop.

SHING!

Another strike.

CRACK!

The fissure spread.

Aksai’s grip tightened.

The Sword Intent that had infiltrated Varesh’s body earlier was still causing damage.

His wounds had reopened and blood flowed from his mouth. His Sword Momentum was also unstable.

Yet Varesh ignored everything and simply swung again.

BOOOOOOM!

The black Natal Sword smashed against Kalina’s Natal Sword.

This time—

CRACK!

A large section of the borrowed sword shattered.

Aksai’s expression changed completely.

Kalina’s accumulated Sword Intent was still extremely powerful but the weapon itself was not Aksai’s. He had only borrowed it. As a result, he couldn’t make it perfectly conform to his own Sword Body or Sword Mind.

Against Varesh’s current state, that tiny imperfection had become fatal.

Varesh raised his sword again. His beast-like eyes stared directly at Aksai.

SHING!

The next strike descended.

Aksai tried to defend.

But—

BOOM!

Kalina’s Natal Sword finally shattered. Fragments of crimson-black sword light scattered through the air.

Aksai’s heart sank. His most powerful borrowed sword had been destroyed.

Varesh didn’t give him even a moment to breathe as his Natal Sword immediately changed direction. Its black blade swept toward the dark green banner in Aksai’s hand.

Aksai’s expression changed.

"No!"

SHING—!

The sword flashed.

The Hundred Ghosts Banner was struck directly.

CRACK!

The dark green banner split down the middle.

The five Lord-level ghosts surrounding Varesh let out distorted cries as their forms rapidly became unstable before fading. The connection between them and Aksai was severed.

The resentful Spirit energy accumulated within the banner exploded outward.

Varesh’s Natal Sword passed through the artifact again.

BOOM!

The 3rd Order Hundred Ghosts Banner shattered completely. And the ghosts dispersed into the air like smoke.

Aksai briefly stared at the fragments of his trump card, his expression turning deathly grim.

The bronze bell had already been pushed to its limit. Kalina’s Natal Sword was destroyed. Now even the Hundred Ghosts Banner had fallen.

Varesh slowly lowered his sword.

Blood continued dripping from his eyes.

His mummified body swayed slightly.

Yet the killing intent in his gaze remained as fierce as ever.

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