Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 914: Let It Rain

A good deal of the incoming Soul Steel poison burnt, another froze, yet the majority tore through the atmosphere without a hitch, and they came down toward the net.

I stopped flooding my brain with poison immediately after the majority of the Soulsteel poison made it past the atmosphere. I didn’t need to guide it anymore.

The moment I severed that control, backlash struck.

Weakness hit so hard my arms nearly failed.

The world lurched.

My thoughts scattered.

Master Rain and Liang Yu rushed to my side.

He grabbed my holding bag and began rummaging through it, pulling several pills that he shoved into my mouth, "Foolish disciple! Your worst enemy isn’t the rakshsasa isn’t the brood mother, nor her firstborns, it isn’t even suns. It’s you! Stop killing yourself!" he said with both rage and some care.

He jammed the pills between my teeth without ceremony. Bitter medicine dissolved on my tongue. I coughed and nearly choked, but the pills ignited warm currents through ruined channels.

Liang Yu immediately pushed my tiered body onto her lap as I gasped slowly for breath. Exhaustion and mental strain were tearing me apart, but I completed my objective.

Her hands steadied me while the world swam. Her breathing was quick. I could hear tension in it. There was blood on my sleeve. Maybe mine. Maybe not.

Above us, the poison no longer needed me.

The mass of poison that came down didn’t need to be guided anymore; it fell like rain.

Completely harmless to humans, cultivators, and animals.

It didn’t harm grass nor trees, and fell like a wave of endless rain, and its first target was the trapped two firstborns.

The rain fell and sizzled against their bodies.

At first, it seemed almost absurdly gentle.

Rain.

Gentle Rain...

The First Born burned away the first contact effortlessly.

It was harmless to them as they could easily burn it away without even intending to.

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

The rain was endless.

And endlessness was the weapon.

The deluge thickened until it looked like curtains of living venom.

Trillion more poison drops fell, and they didn’t stop when they splashed against the First Borns that couldn’t escape the net. They fell down to the ground, fused with the earth, and fell against the Rakshasas that were still fighting back.

One drop was capable of tearing through a rakshasa’s flesh like a serrated and heated knife through butter. Without difficulty.

The effect multiplied across the battlefield. Rakshasas stumbled as flesh smoked. Armor hissed. Monstrous bodies that moments ago shrugged off cultivator attacks began dissolving under patient repetition.

Brutes? Golden-capped nobles? Nothing mattered; this rain was adamant, was powerful, and most of all, felt endless.

What battle remained became attrition.

Relentless.

Mathematical.

Cruel.

The two First Borns began feeling it soon; they could cancel out the first few drops, but they couldn’t stop them from endlessly pouring, and the more their flesh sizzled in the rain. The weaker it became. Allowing for the next drop to burn more. And the next one to do more.

Their resistance fed their downfall. Every defense spent against one wave left them softer for the next. The poison dug deeper with patient malice, peeling away what had seemed untouchable.

It kept raining on them like acid rain, and soon, it tore through that pesky flesh, then went deeper into the bloodstreams.

The smell reached even me.

Burned meat.

Rot.

Poison reacting with alien blood.

The First Borns were in pain, a sensation they never felt before. And each time they screamed, the Wisest Sun would stop it. and protect the cultivators.

Their howls battered the battlefield, but terror lived inside those sounds now.

They were too afraid of the rain, and were more afraid of the net, and soon they realized they could escape neither. So they simply screamed against the heavens.

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

The face of Tao Yang’s uncle showed up again, but the massive amount of poison rain falling on him served as a good factor in reshaping and burning off any of those flesh effigies that the Mother created using her flesh.

The stolen face warped.

Peeled.

Collapsed under the rain.

She, too, couldn’t escape the rain; she, too, tried to burrow, but The Blue Sun didn’t allow her to. Forcing the limbless Broodmother to always remain atop the ground, for the rain to keep showering her, and keep killing her.

Every attempt at escape was denied.

Every second under that poison made death more certain.

Tao Yang didn’t reply once to that creature; she continued tearing through the battlefield, felling the rakshasas that somehow still survived the rain.

She moved without hesitation, carving through survivors while the storm completed what war began. Her silence toward the Broodmother carried more contempt than any answer.

"Finally," I said as my hazy mind was losing consciousness. "It is done."

The words left me half dreamlike.

Then the second of the First Born burst apart; it didn’t blow into flesh and blood, but into endlessly more potent Poison.

The detonation resembled a new moon rupturing.

Poison swelled outward.

That poison contaminated its sibling and fell down upon us.

Though it was harmless poison, with that quantity, it would still crush everyone here.

Victory twisted toward disaster in a heartbeat.

"I got it!" the Flamboyant Sun rushed forward toward the incoming globe of poison.

He surged upward through falling venom with impossible speed.

The second First Born flowed suit and blew up also, and this one was handled by the Red Sun.

The two of them rushed and used simple force to blast the poison apart.

Simple force.

As though scattering the remains of poisoned stars were ordinary labor.

Shockwaves rippled.

The massive globes shattered.

Poison dispersed into colossal sheets.

They didn’t intend to destroy it, but rather, spread it more.

Let it fall onto the ground, the grass, the rivers, and the seas of Solarous. Let it seep further down the planet, and let it create a land that no creature such as these fiends can ever set foot on.

I watched through failing consciousness as the poison spread outward in glittering storms over the land, no longer merely a weapon of war but becoming something older, harsher, almost geological.

A scar worked into the world itself. Soil would remember it. Waters would carry it. The land would become hostile forever to creatures born of this corruption.

There was bitter satisfaction in that thought. After nearly melting my own mind to force this victory, what remained would outlive all of us.

Let it rain.