Poison God's Heritage

"Are you sure about that?" the Wisest Sun spoke first.

"Yes," I replied calmly.

The Suns didn't spend too much time dawdling, "Everyone please follow me, Shen Bao, you too," the Flamboyant Sun said as he flew out of the arena and into the massive palace on the edge of the city.

Everyone did follow as asked and I was the last to arrive.

The palace was… well, flamboyant I guess. It wasn't extravagant but was full of color and flashy statues all over the place. Carvings of dragons and phoenixes that one might think they're alive…

Even the statues had an aura to them giving off the feeling of life. The grass at the entrance itself was all but normal, it was full of spiritual grass as for the guards and the people who maintain the palace they were all at least at the Void Realm.

The palace door was open for me to enter, and once I arrived I was led forward in a hurry.

Several cultivators besides the suns were there. And I knew one of them, the Ant Queen.

She waved my way, and I nodded at her.

The Darkest Sun was sitting and behind him, standing was the Fire Lord. While the Red Sun had his daughter the Ant Queen behind him. Every Sun had a person following them and waiting on their orders. And they all looked like big shots.

There was one empty seat in the table, and seeing no one else taking it, I simply pulled it and sat down.

Immediately, the man behind the Cryptic Sun shouted, "How dare you sit with the Suns! Stand up!"

I threw him the "I don't give a fuck" look and ignored him immediately. This caused his blood pressure to rise. As he was about to walk up to me, the flamboyant Sun spoke up, "Enough! Seating has no value or worth. Regardless Shen Bao is my guest, Cryptic One rein in your dog or I'll handle it myself!"

The Cryptic Sun sighed and said, "Get back here, and stop losing me face," to the man behind him.

The man seemed pissed and this is how my dears is how you can make enemies and grudges in a cultivation world. By simply sitting.

I sighed inwardly, we have more shit to worry about than who gets to sit or stand.

"Now, Shen Bao, tell us, what do you mean when you said that it was calling its friends?" the Flamboyant Sun said.

"It's just a guess on my part but I strongly believe that it is true," I said.

"Mere guesses aren't enough for us to gather, if you speak only to cause chaos it'll cost you dearly!" the Cryptic Sun said.

"If I wanted to cause havoc I would have said those words out loud." I replied to him.

"Newborn Calves have no fear of tigers, you speak rather rudely," the Cryptic Sun said.

"Regardless of age or cultivation difference, if one speaks to me rudely I wouldn't kiss their hands and say thank you lord, I treat those as I am treated. And it has been the case since I took my first step cultivating," I said.

"I said enough!" the Flamboyant Sun's voice rose an extra octave enough to cause anyone to wince, but thankfully I kept up appearances and didn't even shake.

I sighed saying, "If I'm permitted to speak," I said looking at everyone around the table "Without being interrupted, then I'll say what's on my mind and you can be the judges of what's going on," I said.

The Blue Sun spoke first taking the initiative from the Flamboyant Sun, "I promise you that you won't be cut as you talk," she said.

"Good, then. First things first, before getting to the ugly part I need to explain one thing, automaton, please bring in a couple well preserved corpses out."

The automaton immediately emerged from the Lord of lords' pagoda dragging three corpses of Rakshasa with complete ease.

Silver, Brute and a White Rakshasa.

The Blue Sun was the first to stand up, pushing the retainer next to her lightly as she moved to check on the corpses.

She pressed a hand on the Silver Rakshasas first and immediate snapped her hand away as if a child had touched fire for the first time in their lives.

"What sort of vileness is this?!" she muttered.

"Those are what we're dealing with, you must have seen them through the sight of the Darkest Sun. And that feeling of vileness comes from their lack of soul. Although a person is born from flesh, they are given their soul by the heavens. But these things, they weren't given that, they are something that goes outside the scope of heavenly order. 𐍂ÀŊòꞖΕꞩ

They obtained life without having a Soul a malfunction in the system I guess. And the reason why you feel a sting if you touch them is that, even when dead, their bodies always seek and search for soul power. They feed on it, consume it and grow through it. But they can never make it their own… until now," I said.

The last words had everyone look at me at the same time. "The story from the man in the Bastion said that someone had created these Rakshasa, or what they call them the Fallen God's race. They are born by stealing the heavenly Dao and modifying it, a level that even you all cannot achieve yet," I said.

And even worlds with the power of people stronger than the suns had fallen to these things… so what guarantees that we'd survive them?"

"Regardless, we have seen and heard what the projection had said in the Bastion, but we are still not sure if your guess is right or not, that they have actually contacted their brethren," the Flamboyant Sun said.

"This brings me back to my point, like I said, they have no souls, but not all of them. The Noble one, had it, a nascent soul, a pretty powerful one at that too, and I felt it echoing through space. Far faster than anything I've seen before."

"We didn't sense it, we were right there," the Cryptic Sun said, "You're full of lies, what a waste of time," he said as he was about to stand up.

"That's pretty normal for you not to sense, because it isn't a Soul that you're used to," I said.

"I've lived far longer than you can ever think, believe me I've seen more things than you could even imagine. So, don't tell me that. Everyone, it's nothing but a waste of time, I'll be leaving." The Cryptic Sun said.

"Although I hate to admit it Shen Bao, he is right," the Red Sun said. "If he had released a Soul Wave we would have felt it first. And it didn't look like it from our point of view. All we saw was the creature shrieking, and no matter how loud one gets, once the sound reaches space, it becomes void and null unable to move through space no matter what power it holds behind it."

'Yeah, that's physics 101, sound goes through matter like metal and water far faster and stronger than through air, and would not even be audible in open space.'

I sighed and said, "Look behind you, all of you," I said.

They turned and saw a small wisp black as the night behind them. it was there floating behind them since they all sat down and no one noticed it.

"What is that," the Blue Sun's eyes focused on the wisp, it was interesting for her to see something so new, and she poked it slightly. It morphed around her finger and soon gave her a chill that ran down her spine.

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I held my hand up, "I don't need anyone's pity. What happened has happened, but say, Cryptic Sun, do you understand what I mean?"

"Parlor tricks, no man can survive pain excruciating enough that their soul becomes like this. This feels more like a smudge of black paint than a Soul too," he said further ignoring and refusing to admit to what was happening right in front of him.

"Shen Bao," asked the Dusking Sun, the pressure around him was rising exponentially and was fracturing the table and the chair he was on, "When did this happen?"

"Back in the vast expanse, it modified my soul and turned it like that," I replied

"Those who did this… do they draw breath still?" he asked.

"No,"

"Good good…" he said as his aura slowly calmed down.

Seems like I do have some good allies.

"This is a modification of soul that happened from a very specific event in my life, it changes the print of the soul and if you're not looking for it, you'll not see it. The Noble One had a soul very similar to this, and it sent a piece of it flying out the bastion and into the unknown. It had a specific frequency to it. And that's how I know that it called for help.

Heavens forbid it actually does reach their brethren's ears and they come hunting for us."

"Do you think we're scared of them?" the Cryptic Sun said.

"Oh, you might not, but I sure as hell don't want to deal with them when they're allowed to use Qi. The Bastion itself had prevented them from tapping into their Qi, allowing them only the physical abilities that their bodies give them. Once they're able to use Qi, even the small weakling White Rakshasa can easily tear down Void Stage cultivators with utter ease.

And no matter how big the Beyond is remember that they reproduce by infecting cultivators. The more numbers we have, sooner or later, the more numbers they'll have."

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