Poison God's Heritage

"Shit..." The curse left my lips before I could stop it, the weight of the situation pressing down like a storm cloud over a burning battlefield. The massive entities, the grotesque First Borns, were barreling toward us, their horrifying forms screeching and twisting as they bore down with relentless force. Their appearance was a grim reminder that victory over the Broodmother alone wouldn’t be enough. The Queen’s middle portion lay writhing in agony on the scorched ground, her grotesque, corrupted body still thrashing in torment as the Liberator’s warped visage etched itself into her flesh, screaming its anguish for all to hear.

Even in her dismembered state, the poison was taking hold, spreading faster than before. Yet, even as it consumed her, the Queen refused to die quietly. The infection coursed through her monstrous body, racing toward her core, but it wasn’t fast enough. There was no doubt she would fall today, yet the immediate threat wasn’t her anymore—it was the towering First Borns.

"RHAAAAAA!" My roar cut through the battlefield, a primal scream of desperation and determination. Slamming my hands together, I unleashed an eruption of Qi. A shockwave exploded outward, rippling across the ground like a divine hammer smashing into the earth. Rocks shattered, cracks split the battlefield, and even the air seemed to quake under the force. The sheer intensity of my Qi was overwhelming, sending tremors through the terrain and flinging unprepared cultivators off their feet.

"What is he doing?" panicked voices rang out amidst the chaos as my Qi surged higher, roaring into the sky like an unrelenting inferno. My body ached as every meridian, vein, and nerve went into overdrive. My muscles bulged, strained under the sheer volume of energy coursing through them. Even my hair snapped and floated upward as if gravity itself could no longer touch me.

I brought my clasped hands higher. "RISE!" My voice echoed like a divine decree, rippling across the battlefield and beyond. My Qi intertwined with the rotting poison surging from the Queen’s dismembered limbs, the sickly gray torrents pulsing with a life of their own.

The poison roared to life, spiraling upward like serpentine monsters born from chaos. The massive streams twisted and writhed, their sheer size rivaling the colossal limbs of the First Borns. They reached skyward, blocking out the sun and shrouding the battlefield in their ominous shadow.

The First Borns screamed, their unholy cries shaking the heavens as they met the poison’s surge head-on. "Kill him!" the Liberator’s voice bellowed from the corrupted Queen’s body, her many faces twisted in a grotesque symphony of rage.

Suddenly, the battlefield erupted with motion. The rakshasa, scattered across the land like an endless tide, surged toward me as one. Thousands of them, driven by the Liberator’s command, converged on my position with horrifying speed.

"DEFEND SHEN BAO!" Don Ma’s voice boomed, rallying the cultivators as he leaped into action. A silver rakshasa lunged for my head, but Don Ma intercepted it with a single palm strike that obliterated its torso, scattering its remains in a spray of corrupted flesh and ichor.

All around me, the battlefield became a maelstrom of violence and chaos.

The Jade Dragon spun his spear with blinding speed, every arc of its deadly tip cutting through rakshasa like a scythe through wheat. His weapon manifested a massive jade dragon that roared and surged forward, carving a path of destruction.

Pillars of fire and ice erupted around me as Liang Yu and YuYu fought back-to-back, their combined efforts creating a devastating storm of elemental fury. Flames consumed the rakshasa, turning them to ash, while piercing ice froze others solid before shattering them into crystalline fragments.

The Blue Sun, though still recovering, didn’t falter. Even without her arms fully healed, her legs moved like whips of divine power, crushing and tearing apart any rakshasa that dared approach her.

"TAO ER! WHY ARE YOU BETRAYING ME?" The Liberator’s distorted voice howled, directed at Tao Yang, who was slashing through rakshasa with a flaming sword. Her movements were precise and relentless, her face grim as she cut down the creatures with ruthless efficiency.

Meanwhile, my puppets unleashed an unrelenting hail of molten lead, their bullets slicing through the rakshasa in a mechanical symphony of death. Each shot was precise, reducing the grotesque creatures to brittle, frozen remnants before they crumbled into dust.

The poison surged upward, colliding with the closest First Born. The massive creature screamed as its flesh began to corrode, the toxin eating away at its form like acid. Yet, even as the poison consumed it, the First Born adapted, severing its own contaminated limbs to halt the spread.

The second First Born roared, its voice a shockwave that swept across the battlefield. The sheer force of its cry was enough to push back the poison and send cultivators crashing to their knees. Blood trickled from their ears as they struggled to rise.

"Fuck, we’re going to fail at this rate..." I cursed under my breath as the First Borns bore down on us. The ground shook with their every howl, the sheer weight of their bodies threatening to split space apart.

Then, as if the situation wasn’t dire enough, a third First Born appeared over the horizon. This one was smaller, more twisted and mangled, but no less dangerous. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"TAO YANG!" I shouted, my voice strained from the effort of maintaining control over the poison.

"What is it?" she yelled back, turning to face me. Her eyes widened as she spotted the third monstrosity barreling toward us. "What? Why is there a third one here?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"That’s my question!" I snarled, blood seeping from my eyes, nose, and ears as I split the torrent of poison to attack all three creatures simultaneously. But the First Borns weren’t making it easy. Their unholy howls pushed the poison back, and the Queen herself seemed to be resisting the corruption as it ate away at her.

And then, the heavens rumbled.

Looking skyward, I felt a chill run down my spine. Thunder cracked, and a storm of celestial energy began to swirl above us.

"Why the fuck is there a Heavenly Tribulation now?!" I shouted, barely able to contain my rage.

"There shouldn’t be one!" Don Ma yelled back, his voice hoarse from exertion. He struck down a golden-capped rakshasa, his palms trembling from the strain. "The heavens haven’t sent a tribulation for over twenty thousand years! Remember, our Heavenly Dao is incomplete!" he shouted.

So why now? What could possibly be causing this? The answer came faster than I could process.

"You guys look like you could use a hand," a voice called out, smooth and laced with mischief.

My heart skipped a beat as I turned toward the source of the voice. Descending from the heavens, a group of figures emerged, their presence radiating power unlike anything I’d ever felt.

Next to him several others, who shouldn’t be here at all showed up.

"WHAT BRAVERY! WHAT HEROISM!" one of them said as his body flared in an energetic aura.

"Time for carnage!" another said as blood red aura burned and roared out of his body.

"Indeed, it is time for us to clean this mess," a sagacious voice echoed after.

And finally, a voice even I never expected to hear, at least not now.

"Ah child of mine, it is good to see you have grown..."

Looking up, it was the Suns of the Beyond, all of them had arrived here and they were all but not ready for battle.

The Suns of the Beyond had arrived.

--- To be Continued--- If you guys didn’t read the author’s note, this book is currently on pause. I’m burnt out from writing cultivation genra. I’m taking a lengthy break from it, and working on Deus Necros (Undead) right now. Once I get my groove back I’ll finish this one cuz this one is supposed to be a bit lengthier.