Poison God's Heritage Chapter 914: Let It Rain

A significant portion of the incoming Soul Steel poison burned, some froze, yet the vast majority sliced through the atmosphere unimpeded, descending towards the net.

Immediately after most of the Soulsteel poison surmounted the atmosphere, I ceased flooding my mind with it. My guidance was no longer required.

The instant I relinquished that control, a backlash struck.

Weakness assaulted me so powerfully my arms nearly gave out.

The world seemed to spin.

My thoughts fractured.

Master Rain and Liang Yu hurried to my side.

He snatched my holding bag and began frantically searching through it, extracting several pills which he then shoved into my mouth. "Foolish disciple!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of rage and concern. "Your greatest adversary isn't the rakshasa, nor the brood mother, nor her firstborns; it isn't even the suns. It's you! Stop on the verge of killing yourself!"

Without ceremony, he jammed the pills between my teeth. The bitter medicine dissolved on my tongue. I coughed, nearly choking, but the pills initiated warm currents through my damaged channels.

As I slowly drew breath, Liang Yu immediately positioned my weakened body onto her lap. Exhaustion and mental fatigue were tearing me apart, yet my objective had been achieved.

Her hands steadied me as the world swam. Her breathing was rapid, and I could detect tension within it. There was blood on my sleeve – perhaps mine, perhaps not.

Above us, the poison no longer required my intervention.

The mass of poison that descended no longer needed guidance; it fell like a relentless rain.

It posed no threat to humans, cultivators, or animals.

It did not harm the grass or trees, falling like an endless wave of rain, its initial target being the two entrapped firstborns.

The rain descended and sizzled upon their forms.

At first, its effect seemed almost comically gentle.

Rain.

Gentle Rain...

The First Born effortlessly repelled the initial contact.

It was harmless to them, as they could easily burn it away without conscious effort.

But this was only for the first few hundred million drops.

The rain was ceaseless.

And ceaselessness was the weapon.

The downpour intensified until it resembled curtains of living venom.

Trillions more poison drops fell, and they did not cease upon striking the First Borns trapped within the net. They cascaded to the ground, merging with the earth, and washed over the Rakshasas who were still fighting back.

A single drop was capable of tearing through a rakshasa's flesh as easily as a serrated, heated knife slices through butter.

The effect multiplied across the battlefield. Rakshasas faltered as their flesh smoked. Armor hissed. Monstrous bodies that moments ago had shrugged off cultivator attacks began dissolving under the persistent assault.

Brutes? Golden-capped nobles? None mattered; this rain was unyielding, potent, and most importantly, seemingly infinite.

The remaining battle devolved into attrition.

Relentless.

Calculated.

Brutal.

The two First Borns soon began to feel its effects; they could negate the initial few drops, but they could not halt the endless cascade, and with each sizzle of their flesh in the rain, they grew weaker, allowing subsequent drops to burn more intensely.

Their resistance fueled their downfall. Every defense expended against one wave left them more vulnerable to the next. The poison penetrated deeper with patient malice, stripping away what had appeared impervious.

It continued to rain upon them like acid, and soon, it pierced their troublesome flesh, penetrating deeper into their bloodstreams.

The stench reached even me.

Burnt meat.

Decay.

Poison reacting with alien blood.

The First Borns were in agony, a sensation previously unknown to them. And each time they screamed, the Wisest Sun intervened, halting their cries and shielding the cultivators.

Their howls echoed across the battlefield, but terror now resided within those sounds.

They feared the rain and the net more, and soon realized they could escape neither. Thus, they simply screamed their defiance at the heavens.

"TAO’ER, WHY DO YOU HARM US SO!" the Broodmother howled.

The visage of Tao Yang’s uncle reappeared, but the immense volume of poison rain falling upon him served as an effective agent in reshaping and burning away any of the flesh effigies the Mother conjured from her own substance.

The stolen face contorted.

Peeling.

Collapsing beneath the downpour.

She, too, could not evade the rain; she attempted to burrow, but The Blue Sun denied her, forcing the limbless Broodmother to remain exposed upon the ground, allowing the rain to shower her continuously, ensuring her demise.

Every attempt at escape was thwarted.

Each second endured beneath that poison made death increasingly certain.

Tao Yang offered no response to the creature; she continued to carve a path through the battlefield, felling the rakshasas that had somehow survived the rain.

She moved with unwavering purpose, slicing through the survivors while the storm concluded the work that war had begun. Her silence towards the Broodmother conveyed more contempt than any verbal retort could.

“Finally,” I uttered as my fading consciousness receded, “It is finished.”

The words were barely perceptible, spoken as if in a dream.

Then, the second of the First Born detonated, not into gore and flesh, but transforming into an even more potent venom.

The explosion mimicked a new moon shattering.

Poison billowed outward.

This potent poison tainted its brethren and began to descend upon us.

Even though it was a harmless variant, its sheer magnitude threatened to overwhelm everyone present.

In a fleeting moment, victory teetered on the brink of catastrophe.

“I’ve got it!” The Flamboyant Sun surged forward, hurtling towards the descending sphere of poison.

He ascended with inconceivable velocity, piercing through the falling miasma.

The second First Born followed suit, erupting in a similar fashion, and this one was intercepted by the Red Sun.

Together, they met the onslaught, utilizing sheer brute force to shatter the poison.

Mere brute force.

It was as if dispersing the remnants of poisoned celestial bodies was a mundane task.

Tremors emanated outwards.

The colossal spheres fractured.

Venom dispersed, transforming into vast, expansive sheets.

Their objective wasn't destruction, but rather, a wider dissemination.

Allowing it to permeate the soil, the vegetation, the rivers, and the oceans of Solarous. Let it seep deeper into the planet, forging a realm where abominations of this nature could never trespass.

Through my diminishing awareness, I observed the poison spreading in dazzling tempests across the landscape, evolving from a mere instrument of war into something primordial, formidable, almost elemental.

An indelible mark imprinted upon the very fabric of the world. The soil would bear witness. The waters would carry its essence. The land would remain eternally inhospitable to beings spawned from such corruption.

A grim satisfaction settled within me. After expending nearly my entire mental fortitude to secure this triumph, the enduring consequence would outlast us all.

Let the precipitation commence.