Poison God's Heritage - Chapter 624 Not Even A Sun Is Safe

624  Not Even A Sun Is Safe

Sooner than later, the bird came to a stop at the edge of the island. Placing our cube with care and then hopped off, standing like a massive mountain. It had completely ignored our presence the moment we arrived. And its face resumed looking around the whole area, as if expecting danger or preparing to fend it off.

As for us, all we could see was a coffin in the middle of the island.

“Is that the Dusking Sun?” a soldier asked. “Look there is an arm peering from outside the coffin,” the soldier added.

“Is he dead?” another soldier said.

“If he is dead… do you know how much his corpse will be worth? We can live off the rest of our lives like emperors!”

“Shut up,” I replied. “If you value your lives, you’d not speak such offense in the presence of someone far mightier than your worst nightmares. That man is not dead… not even close to it,” I said as I was able to see signs of life that others couldn’t.

A dead man’s fingernails usually keep growing, however, this person’s nails were still clean and short, thus he subconsciously kept them from growing further. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.

The soldiers realized their mistake, speaking ill of a powerful man always comes back to bite the person in the ass, yet who they talked ill about was nothing but a Sun, one of eight entities that in the beyond are regarded as deities.

“I think the Primordial Three Eyed Raven brought us here for a reason, and I doubt it’s to have us as his next meal, too much effort was spent in doing that,” I said as I tried to study everything around us.

“Then should we get to the coffin,” the captain asked.

“If you wish for a quick death, then be my guest,” said Old Fu.

The captain was taken aback, he didn’t understand fully. But when Old Fu looked at me I replied, “There is nothing living on this small island. No birds, bugs, grass or anything. Everything is dead. And the cause is obvious,” I said as I pointed at the hand that was drooping from the coffin to the ground.

“Poison?” asked a cultivator.

“No,” I shook my head, “Sickness.”

And I stepped forward outside the cube.

“Don’t follow me, the moment you leave the cube’s protection you’ll lose your Qi, the effects of Qi suppression are at their peak here,” I said.

And just as I took a couple steps back I stopped and looked up.

“I hate the feeling of being watched…” I muttered.

It was the same feeling I had back in the Vast Expanse when I was working on the law stones.

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Something was looking at me, and this time it was powerful enough to warrant my attention. Yet at the same time, I didn’t feel any animosity or hostility from it. It was more like a look of interest than that of ill intention.

I sighed. If whoever is it that’s spying were strong enough to gaze upon me from this Qi oppression then they’re in all their right to outright do so. Someone capable of surpassing the Sea of Demons suppression is not someone I want as an enemy.

The first step I took on the ground had a powerful visible effect.

What looked like dirt before began moving, small liquid like material, resembling light mud after rain. Began moving up towards me as if to consume me.

However, the moment it touched my body, the substance immediately retreated as would a drop of alcohol do to a bunch of bacteria. I slowly approached the coffin, while the entirety of the mud like substance avoided me, leaving me a path on an old wet and dirty path to the coffin.

The coffin itself was black as the night, yet it was half open allowing the hand to emerge out.

As I stood in front of the hand, it jerked, moved then pointed at me, then the coffin’s cover.

I understood what I needed to do, and pushed the cover away. Revealing the corpse? Or extremely old looking person in the coffin. It looked like a mummified body of a person, where the only healthy part was the hand itself that was outside the coffin, as for the rest of the body, it felt as if thousands of years had gone past for it.

And for the first time in a while, I heard a divine sense capable of rupturing planets themselves echoing into my mind.

“This is the weakest I can currently use my Divine Sense as in my current condition, speak, follower of the Dao of poison, do you happen to have Primordial Gold Blood in you?” he asked.

I knew the owner of the voice was no one but this mummified corpse.

“I do have it,” I replied.

“Then give me some of it, I’ll reward you handsomely once I awaken,” he said.

This was not a request, it was a blatant threat. And not only did I feel the hair on the back of my head stand, I even felt the gaze that was on me grow more dangerous, however, it wasn’t aimed at me.

I raised my hand forward, signaling whoever was looking to calm down. “I could give it to you, but even as one of the Eight Suns, it will cause you nothing but pain and will not help you in any way shape or form,” I said.

“You speak as if you know more about the body of one of the Suns than even a proper Sun would,” replied the old man, and soon the uninterested bird pointed his beak and three eyes at me.

I sighed, “I follow the Dao of Poison, but not any Dao you know of,” I said.

“So? You’re nothing but an emperor level cultivator, what sort of poison do you think you have that could affect a Sun, give the blood and worship,” he said.

“You didn’t let me finish,” I said as I felt the growing anger and impatience of the man in front of me.

“What you speak of is a Follower of the Dao of Poison, cultivators that use the Dao of Poison to grow in cultivation level, I am not one of them. I am Poison itself,” I said as I snapped my finger summoning a small drop of golden blood, “This blood which you seek, has more poison in it than the entirety of this very Garden, and it is based on the Bone and Body Grinding Poison. If you were to take it within you, not only will you not be able to disassemble it from poison, it will harm your body more than help,” I said.

Yet the old man didn’t listen, and his hand swiped the blood drop from my fingers, it seeped into his arm and soon you could see the glisten of gold coursing through his mummified body.

“That hits the spot! Give some more…” he said

Yet soon, his body began shuddering.

“…What is the meaning of this?!” he asked.

“You were warned of drinking poison, yet you drank it still, don’t blame me for what you have done yourself!” I replied not backing out or backing off.

Though he is a sun, he would not be stupid enough to blame me for his own mistake.

“Give back the drop of blood before it starts doing actual damage to your body, and if you want to heal this condition of yours, you only had to ask,” I said.

“Heal?! You, heal me?! HAH!” the corpse laughed and soon the corpse that looked like it was dead a second ago was instantly rejuvenated regaining the health of youth and the vitality of the young.

The man in front of me was pale of skin, and blue of eyes, his hair was the color of silver that extended to his waist and his clothes were of dark leather. His ears were pointed like that of a demon kin and his body was several feet taller than me.

He towered over me as he said, “What sickness do you think you can heal?” he said this time in his voice.

I pointed to my head and tapped it with my finger twice, “The thing that’s currently eating up your very mind. Not even a Sun can survive that which consumes the very land itself, you’re sick, and you’re slowly losing the fight against a fungus not even bigger than an ant’s eye,” I replied.

The dusking sun’s nostril rose up, as his anger began flaring up, “You speak as if you know all about that which even I know little of!” he said as he flashed me a vile smile. He had nothing but fangs for teeth as if his mouth was that of a shark.

“Then it is your choice to believe or reject, and remember, now that you consumed my blood,” I said.

“And what if I were to consume some more?!” he said as he took a step towards me.

“Then I’ll take it personally,” I said as I looked at the man who instantly fell to his knees gripping his heart.

“W…what have you done to me!”

“That’s the wrong question,” I said, “The right question is is, why did I eat something I knew nothing of, and act as if I did?” I replied.