Poison God's Heritage Chapter 851 First Aid

Chapter 851 First Aid

Is it stable?" I asked, my voice a whisper, as though speaking any louder might shatter the delicate balance of the moment.

The battlefield around us, now eerily quiet, felt like the eye of a storm that had pa.s.sed but could easily return. The looming presence of the imprisoned abomination, suspended and slowly rotating in the s.p.a.ce beyond the paG.o.da's s.h.i.+elds, still radiated a nauseating sense of wrongness.

It was no longer thras.h.i.+ng, no longer tearing at the fabric of reality itself, but we all knew it was far from defeated.

"So far, yes," the Wisest Sun replied, his palms still stretched out, glowing with a faint aura of golden Qi that s.h.i.+mmered like liquid light. His breathing was steady, but his forehead gleamed with sweat, betraying the immense effort it took to maintain the suspension cage. "It's not even using much of my Qi...

But never had I thought that something this mighty, something that perplexed all of us, would be handled this way—so simply." His voice held awe, almost disbelief.

I slumped down against the nearest support pillar, feeling the tension drain from my body, replaced by sheer exhaustion. "We f.u.c.king did it," I breathed, more to myself than anyone else.

"We indeed f.u.c.king did it," the Wisest Sun echoed, and for the first time in what felt like millennia, the ancient being let a smile crack his stoic face. There was something almost childlike in his expression—relief, wonder, a flicker of youthful joy in an ent.i.ty so old that time itself seemed an afterthought.

It was strange seeing him that way, and yet it felt right, like for once, he was shedding the burden of wisdom that had weighed on him for ages.

"Shen Bao..." The voice was deep, rumbling like the very core of a dying star. It belonged to the Darkest Sun, and as soon as I heard it, a cold s.h.i.+ver raced down my spine, the remnants of adrenaline shooting through me like a last burst of warning. I braced myself instinctively, remembering my slip of the tongue earlier when I had called him a dumba.s.s in the heat of the moment.

I forced myself to stand, the exhaustion from the fight against the Cryptic Sun and the Death Sun was coming back in full force. but I met The Darkest Sun's gaze through the holographic image without flinching.

He was still terrifying—every inch of him radiated raw, untamable dark power, and though I had seen him in the midst of battle, there was something even more daunting about the quiet rage that simmered beneath his surface now.

Was he still p.i.s.sed off? Was this the moment where he vaporized me out of sheer irritation? At least there are a few suns between us, and a whole lot of s.p.a.ce...

He stared at my projection for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable, before speaking again. "Good job," he said, the words almost begrudging, but there was no mistaking the sincerity. "Thanks to you, a lot of lives have been spared."

I blinked in surprise. The tension in my shoulders loosened a fraction as I processed his words. "Glad I could be of a.s.sistance," I managed, wiping the sweat from my brow. My voice sounded calmer than I felt. Inwardly, my brain was screaming, telling me to get cut off the connection immediately. I'm not planning on pus.h.i.+ng my luck, I already had one funeral today.

The silence was filled with the distant sounds of s.p.a.ce—distant thunderous roars as the aftershocks of the earlier battle rippled through the emptiness. It was a haunting sound, a reminder of the sheer scale of destruction we had just survived.

"I really need to take a bath," the Blue Sun muttered, half to herself as she floated near the perimeter of the battleground, her body still radiant from the effort of hammering the abomination over and over with her Qi-enhanced weapon. There was a slight tremble in her arms now, the strain of the battle showing, and her azure hair clung to her face, damp with sweat.

"Not so fast!" the Flamboyant Sun called out, his voice somehow still energetic, despite the utter chaos we had all endured. He levitated above us, his wings of bright, flamboyant flames still spread wide. "FELLOW CULTIVATORS!" he shouted into the void, his voice booming like the crack of thunder. "The main enemy has been defeated, and there are but stragglers left.

Some of them have fled into the endless void surrounding our Beyond, while others have dared penetrate our sacred land! HUNT THEM DOWN! FOR I SHALL REWARD THOSE WHO RETURN WITH THEIR HEADS!"

The roar that followed his words was deafening. It was a collective war cry from the remaining cultivators who hovered in the sky and along the shattered ground below. The resolve of the warriors reignited with those words, and I could see their eyes gleaming with renewed determination. They had fought for so long, so hard, and now they had been given a direction—a purpose.

The atmosphere s.h.i.+fted, and in a flurry of energy, the cultivators—those who could still fight—shot off in all directions, blazing like falling stars. Their silhouettes cut through the darkness of s.p.a.ce, bright streaks of light against the black void as they spread out to chase down the remaining Rakshasa forces.

As the battle frenzy took over, I found myself taking a slow breath, the adrenaline fading and leaving behind a gnawing ache in every part of my body. My limbs felt like they were weighed down by lead, and the dull throb in my skull reminded me that I had just narrowly avoided meeting the Enforcer again.

Speaking of which…

"Shen Bao," a familiar, booming voice called out again. The Red Sun. I turned and saw him approaching the Lord of Lords paG.o.da. His energy, raw and primal, was barely restrained after the battle. Even his presence felt like a storm about to break.

"Where are those two idiots?" he asked, his tone clipped, but there was no malice—only impatience, as if he had expected more from the wounded Suns.

I felt an immediate s.h.i.+ver crawl down my spine when he entered the paG.o.da. His aura was overwhelming, even in its subdued state. It was as though a mountain had just stepped into the room, casting an invisible shadow that pressed on everyone present.

"Oh, sorry. Battle mode," he apologized suddenly, and with a flicker of his Qi, the oppressive aura lifted, as though he had flipped a switch. The difference was stark, and I found myself exhaling slowly, the tension easing from my muscles.

"I keep forgetting I'm not around the other Suns," he added with a chuckle, stepping toward the bed where the Lording Sun and Dusking Sun rested. "How are they doing?"

The retainer nearby gave him a solemn nod, but I interjected. "The Dusking Sun should recover on his own, but the Lord of Lords… He's in trouble. The chains." I gestured toward the faint remnants of the cursed chains, still binding the Lording Sun in a twisted, ethereal grip.

The Red Sun's eyes narrowed as he stared at the invisible chains for a long moment. "Ah, those nasty things," he muttered under his breath. "I told him not to keep them around. Stubborn fool."

I couldn't help but frown. "Can you help him?"

He shook his head, chuckling again, though this time it was laced with dark humor. "Me? Not a chance. I'm not touching those things."

The sheer casualness of his words frustrated me. "Then why the h.e.l.l did you agree to help?" I snapped, the weariness and frustration of the day finally catching up to me.

"Because you're going to remove them," the Red Sun said, grinning. "If those chains even touch me, you'll have three more patients to deal with. Those things love to devour Sun Stage Qi."

I opened my mouth, only to close it again. The logic was maddening. How was I, someone far from the Sun Stage, supposed to handle this? "I'm not at the Sun Stage!" I protested.

"Exactly why you can do it," he replied, eyes gleaming with mischief. "The rod. The Soul Shackling Stake. The technique you learned—or stole—from the Darkest Sun. That will work. You just need an unG.o.dly amount of Qi and time… Lots of time."

My heart sank. "How much time?"

"With your current Qi capacity?" He scratched his chin in thought. "About three hundred thousand years. But with my help? Three years."

I nearly choked. "Three years?!" My voice came out incredulous. "You mean we're going to sit here, channeling Qi for three years just to break those chains?"

The Red Sun's grin widened. "That's right."

"There has to be another way," I muttered, my brain already scrambling for solutions.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, intrigued.

"The paG.o.da's time distortion. What if we accelerate time here? Thirty times faster?"

The Red Sun raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "It could work, but for us, it will still feel like three years."

I bit my lip. "What if I could make it faster?"

The Red Sun's curiosity was piqued. "Go on."

"Show me what I need to do," I said firmly, my mind spinning with possibilities.

"Alright," he agreed, stepping forward. "Here's the plan..."