Poison God's Heritage

Like the files, the Rakshasa began dropping. The Darkest Sun had made the initial move and began weaving the very darkness of space itself into solidified weapons. With small gestures, swords, spears, javelins, and arrows made of pitch-black darkness shot forward, almost invisible to the eye and hidden within the void of space.

The onslaught of materialized weapons tore through the lower-ranked Rakshasa as if they were made of tinfoil. Breaking them apart and shattering their bodies, they immediately went for the next target, not stopping or waiting. Like hungry piranhas in bloodied waters, the swords found their target and immediately went to the next.

Seeing the impeccable display of power from the Darkest Sun's mere gesture gave an incredible boon of confidence to the cultivators around him. They were shaking in ecstasy as they wanted to join in, however, the order for first contact hadn't been made yet. Continue reading at freewebnovel

"Send in the forces," the Darkest Sun spoke. Immediately, one of the Heaven Stage cultivators next to the Darkest Sun sent out a mass divine sense message.

"Void Shattering, Origin Realm. Hold positions. Origin Shattering Realm, follow me!" he ordered and flew forward like a bullet into an endless wall of enemies.

The man given the general rank in this fight flew without a single shred of hesitation into the forces of the enemy as he twirled his glaive around him, unbridled madness clear in his eyes as he spun around himself with the glaive swinging. Manifesting a pure jade dragon that shaped itself along the aura of the glaive.

The dragon opened its mouth and began breaking and slicing through the Rakshasa it met.

Every scale of the jade dragon was like a bladed weapon as it sliced through the enemy, and the dragon's endless number of claws and arms tore them apart.

The general danced a dance of life and death on the frontline, swinging his glaive tirelessly as it tore through the enemies and dropped their shattered bodies into the atmosphere of the massive Beyond.

The bodies of the Rakshasa were pulled by the gravity of the Beyond and burnt as they were coming down, turning to cinders in the process and at the same time, creating an incredible sight for the people below. All they could see was the movement of a massive dragon, followed by meteoric showers of the burnt bodies of the Rakshasa.

The Origin Shattering Realm cultivators immediately followed suit and began ravaging through the enemies. They fought head to head against the incoming brutes and simply toyed with the Silver Rakshasas, they didn't find any difficulty in reaching the Black Rakshasa that hid among the army.

From first glance, the army of the Beyond was well prepared for the interception, which caused massive disorder in the ranks of the Rakshasa.

However, that soon was resolved as a loud soul-wrenching echo blared all over the battlefield. It sounded like the whistle of death itself as it sent shivers down every cultivator's soul. It made the Silver Rakshasa stop moving for but a second, the holes on their skulls began shivering and then blew a long powerful cold air that began camouflaging them.

This was the main tactic of camouflage that the Rakshasa used every time they were faced with a difficult situation. They would switch the battlefield to their advantage and rob the enemy of a vital sense—sight. And since this fog was not simply ice fog, it hampered the soul and simply disabled Divine Sense.

The cultivators were at a loss, as this change was almost instantaneous. What should have happened was the immediate confusion of cultivators and the loss of coordination.

However, thanks to the visual report from Shen Bao's adventure inside the Bastion, the Beyond and the Suns already knew well what the Rakshasa were capable of and their tactics. They didn't need Divine Sense to understand what they should do; they already were ordered to immediately retreat once the Rakshasa let out the white fog.

The retreat was almost instantaneous. As the general remained the last while everyone pulled back, however, it wasn't without casualties. As the cultivators that flew away noticed several of their companions—the very ones that were next to them—simply have a massive clawed arm appear right in front of their faces and then pull their muffled screams into the thickness of the fog.

Several explosions immediately echoed into the thick fog, of cultivators detonating themselves and their bodies, choosing sacrifice over being turned to one of the Rakshasa's breeding corpses.

As the Rakshasa not only consumes the soul, they use the body to create more of their members. Cultivators, proud ones, would rather terminate and destroy their bodies and souls than allow the vileness of the Rakshasa to take over them.

They would rather take another chance at reincarnation than have their souls consumed and turned into food by creatures abhorred by the heavens themselves.

The general held the line for the majority of the cultivators to withdraw before he himself backed away blocking as many of the incoming Rakshasa as he could.

Suddenly, just a few miles away from the rim of the fog, he felt a shiver run down his spine. As if death itself had gripped his neck and was about to twist it out of place.

By sheer instinct, he flicked his glaive to the side, only for it to break apart in three places, shattering and turning to nothing but scraps as it came in contact with a golden-headed Rakshasa. Something never before seen in the army of the Rakshasa, it was similar to the Noble Rakshasa, only this one looked slightly different.

Its size was a bit smaller than the ones they saw at the Bastion, which screamed for help and caused all of this mess to appear.

However, it gave a pressure a hundred times stronger than the one back at the Bastion.

The Rakshasa itself was still pretty massive in size and had two wings on its back, with a forked tail that swayed from left to right in order to confuse prey. It opened its slobbering mouth, as its drool simply floated in space, and began encircling the general.

The general knew that he had to back away because he didn't make enough distance from the incoming army in the fog, but with this thing blocking his path, he was not happy with his chances of survival.

Suddenly, without any warning, something like a pillar flew right between him and the creature, to which the creature simply grabbed in the air and snapped in two.

A liquid content emerged out of the broken pillar, and immediately all the nearby coldness and fog was rapidly dissolved, and visibility grew higher.

The golden-caped Rakshasa was surprised at the loss of the veil of fog covering it and turned its head to realize that millions upon millions of cultivators had seen it.

It screamed and flew into the nearby fog curtain that was not touched by the liquid and not dissolved and immediately hid out of sight.

The fog was slowly approaching, however, and inside it were tens of billions of Rakshasa.

The cultivators who had had a good fighting round were now worried about what the fog might entail.

Worry and concern grew. Since the danger was in front of them, and they didn't know what was in it yet.

***

Back in the Beyond, and in the tower of the Wisest Sun, all the Suns that weren't directly fighting on the frontlines were gathered waiting for the Dusking Sun to return.

"He's taking a bit longer than he should," the Cryptic Sun said.

"He should come back soon," the Lord of Lords replied.

Immediately, the Dusking Sun arrived at the tower and entered it with a wide grin on his face.

"You look like you have some good news," the Blue Sun said.

"Yes, I just came over from Shen Bao's territory, quite an impressive lad he is!" the Dusking Sun praised.

"What would a damn rookie even do. Impressive? What's impressive, taking over a weak corrupt country in one hour, back in my days—"

Before he could finish his words, the Flamboyant Sun coughed and intercepted. "What is that?"

He was looking at the bracelet on the arm of the Dusking Sun.

"Shen Bao gave me this. He said something about probe or satellite—"

"We sent you to check up on the situation above, and you went to waste time with a child! I should have gone myself!" the Cryptic Sun snorted once again, seemingly hating on Shen Bao and anything related to him for no clear reason.

The rest of the Suns gave him a cold eye but no one said a thing, because, in a sense, he was right. The Dusking Sun's job was to check up on the situation and inform them. He was technically the fastest of them all during this time of the Endless Night.

The Dusking Sun began pressing a few spots on the bracelet until it lit up, and revealed a holographic image of space. A display of the current state of war was revealed in real time and it left the Cryptic Sun's mouth agape.

Unable to understand what was going on, while the Dusking Sun was snickering evilly.

The holographic display showed the chaotic battle above, with the Origin Shattering Realm cultivators fighting valiantly against the endless waves of Rakshasa. The sheer scale of the battle was overwhelming, and the Suns could now see every detail, every movement, and every strategy employed.

"This is incredible," the Blue Sun whispered, her eyes wide with awe.

"Yes, it is," the Dusking Sun replied, his grin widening. "And it's all thanks to Shen Bao. With these probes, we can coordinate our efforts more effectively and make informed decisions."

The Lord of Lords nodded approvingly. "This changes

everything. We now have a real-time view of the battlefield. We can anticipate the enemy's moves and deploy our forces more strategically."

The Cryptic Sun only glanced sideways, he was impressed with the technology but was too proud and too foolish to ever admit it.

The Wisest Sun stepped forward, his expression thoughtful. "Shen Bao's ingenuity has given us a significant advantage. We must use it wisely."

As the Suns continued to watch the unfolding battle, the tension in the room began to ease. The holographic display showed the cultivators holding their ground, despite the overwhelming odds. The Darkest Sun's weapons of darkness continued to wreak havoc among the Rakshasa, while the general and his jade dragon fought bravely on the frontline.

The Rakshasa's numbers were staggering, but the combined efforts of the Suns and the cultivators gave them hope. The Endless Night had just begun, and the true test of their strength and resolve was yet to come. With Shen Bao's technology and the unwavering determination of the Suns, they were ready to face whatever horrors the night would bring.