Poison God's Heritage

Not good, really, really not good. I never expected Dao Shen to drop as fast as that, but I can't blame him, with the poison designed to exhaust and weaken the Poison God cultivators, he couldn't muster any strength to fight back, and now I'm all that stands between this Sword Spirit and it obtaining all of the Poison God's books.

"Make it rain!" I called. And instantly, all of the hundred puppets of mine aimed and shot at the sword spirit.

Thousands of bullets fell upon the cultivator like a flooding rain. It brought me a second for me to act while he was slicing away at the bullets even faster than they came at him.

The instant I earned was enough for me to jump back, "Automaton," I called and a portal opened behind me sucking me inside the lord of lords pagoda.

In this place, I don't need to worry about fighting the Sword Spirit, but I have a big issue, I only bought myself time.

"Lord…" the automaton said "What is happening?" he asked.

"Big bad guy wants to kill me, I'm taking some time off to think," I said.

"He's trying to break through," the automaton said.

"Wait, what? How the Lord of Lords pagoda is hidden within space itself," I exclaimed.

"Yes, but in this world, you're in, it's pretty visible," the automaton said.

"How long does he have to break through?" I asked.

"At this rate…" the automaton thought for a moment before he said, "A year… the space we're in isn't strong enough to sustain the assault for more than that," the automaton said.

"A year?" I frowned, "That's plenty of time," I grinned, "More than enough time for me. Set up the white room, get the time dilation to the maximum," I said.

"Understood," the automaton said.

"You wanna play hardball, then I'll show you what I'm capable of in thirty years worth of secluded cultivation," I then walked into the elevator taking me to the white room.

First things first, I pulled up the golden book I obtained from the dream world. I needed to see what was on it, I hoped it had the full Poison God's heritage in it, but sadly all of the papers in this book were empty.

I didn't have much hope of finding anything in the first place, this golden book is basically just the cover for the Poison God's teachings. It has nothing of substance in it.

So I went to do the second-best thing.

I only know of one person who can contend with the current sword spirit, I'm not talking about someone with an acute and eccentric set of skills like Master Rain, or someone as powerful and illusive as the Queen of the Wind Realm, no, I'm talking about someone who had taught me many things. And taught me how to grow stronger.

A mentor that I've never had the chance to meet in the real world. A man who gave his life willingly for the world itself.

The Golden Titan.

Though I couldn't practice his arts since I didn't have the body for it, with this book though, things might be different.

I pulled out the Poison God's book, the new one that I just added to my arsenal. The Body Cultivation book.

I couldn't learn the teachings of the Death Heritage, since they were far too vile to use, the fact that it required the sacrifice of innocent lives young and old drive me away from using it. Though I learned its Sealing Arts which were pretty potent.

But this book, it's pretty damn compatible with the current me. Since my body has been improved by the Stone Aged Milk, it's more than able to use this book, and with that I can use the Golden Titan's arts.

There is one last verse that I can't seem to use, it is the final part of the Golden Titan Arts. The reason why I can't use it is simple, my body though empowered and powerful it is far from enough to support the massive stress of the Golden Titan Arts. So I need to improve it one step further.

The Stone Aged Milk optimized my body to suit body cultivation, but I didn't have anybody cultivation technique that can improve upon it.

The Fist of Roaring Ki was a fighting technique and not a body cultivation technique. And if I wanted to have the body to use the Golden Titan Arts, I'll need to improve my body to incredible levels.

Thirty years should be enough for me. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

I then opened the Poison God's Book of Body.

It started by simply explaining the human body, the function of each and every part of it, and then how it works and interacts with each other. Then it began diving deeper into the hidden potential of every bit and part of it and sooner than I could realize I had already finished reading the book.

Too stunned to realize the simplicity and incredibleness of this art.

But practicing this art is not going to be easy, it's closer to torture than it is to training. Simply growing muscles isn't enough to be able to use this art, no, I actually need to improve upon my entire existence.

Basically, I'll need to break down every bit, part, and section of my body, time and time again, then heal up with poisons.

It follows the simplest of methods of growing power. For example, to grow muscle one must tear muscle, each muscle fiber will then grow within the day, thrice as strong, and instead of one muscle fiber, you'll grow three.

The only issue is that this will cause the body to over-inflate, making a person look like the Hulk. But that method of training is limited and will cause the human body to hit a plateau that it cannot break past.

Yet, what the Poison God suggests is something radical, closer to changing the entire structure of the body.

So for every fiber, instead of growing one, I must grow ten, intertwined within each other like a well-wrapped rope, each tendril of muscle must grow in that shape, making them ten times stronger without having them take too much space. And the only way to do that is to apply poison to the muscle.

An easily obtainable poison, for us Poison God cultivators especially. It's the very poison that defined us.

I must erode and reconstruct my bones and muscles using the Bone and Body Grinding Poison itself.

Slowly shaping every bit of my body to perfection, every single bit of it… fuck.

And that wasn't even the hardest part. That was basically just the start, when I'm finally able to perfectly recreate my body, I then need to train and practice in a way that my body will always, whenever I tear a muscle fiber, regrow it in the same shape and form of the compounded fiber.

This is just the muscles, as for the bones, I must destroy each and every bit of them, then regenerate them only to destroy them again, this will increase their density, strength, and weight. Then fibers, nerves, and the rest of my organs, from my liver to kidneys, to even my eyes.

And finally, the brain, which is always left for last. Reconstructing the brain is basically suicide. It's where even the Poison God had almost lost his sanity from the agonizing pain he felt.

The notes he left highly advise against doing so, but if Du Shen did it, why can't I?

So, I sat down and began by sensing my body, starting with the muscles on my biceps, they were the easiest to break.

I forcefully squeezed my arm, enough that I felt my biceps about to break, and then I used my divine sense to scan the damage.

There were several microtears in the fiber, and one was completely snapped in two, the extended cord of muscle had retracted completely. Then slowly I could see the torn muscle regrowing from the base of both ends and slowly linking back only three more instead of just one. This happened within the span of an hour. Which was a pretty normal time for a cultivator.

Now, what I needed to do was imbue the growing fiber with the Body and Bone Grinding Poison, dismantling it, and forcing it to grow in the way I desire.

And so I began by applying poison, causing my entire arm to feel as if it was being set ablaze as the muscles refused to grow in the presence of poison, agony, and pain and this was just one fiber.

Slowly but surely, over several days' worth of trial and failure, I finally managed to grow one muscle fiber that had three fibers intertwined with each other instead of simply stretched.

Small steps, though I need to have at least ten intertwined fibers instead of three, this is a good start.

And so the time continued as I followed the instructions of the Poison God's Book. Slowly I replaced bit by bit, every existing piece of muscle in my right arm, and then went to the left, then worked on my feet, feeling agonizing pain that almost made me want to stop and take my chances against the sword spirit.

But I decided against it every time. If the Body Cultivator I fought had done this, and if the Poison God himself had done this, I'll be too ashamed to give up in the first steps.

I'm going all the way with this one.