Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 85: Battle Through The heavens!

I used the Tiger Stinger skill, a challenge to heaven's a.s.sault as I faced against the bolt with my sword and decided to break through it before it bore through me. I flashed forward, both slas.h.i.+ng and thirsting my sword, hand extended and my legs taught from the jump, I came in a challenge against heaven's will, and my sword and the lightning clashed at one point.

A loud explosive sound echoed in the vicinity, enough that the many cultivators that have just arrived were forced back from the shockwave of my affront to heaven's doom.

But in this battle, I came up short, and the lighting bolt was far more powerful than what power I could muster in my challenge. I was struck down against the ground, where my whole body was ravaged by tendrils of red lightning. Yet, the lightning didn't burn my body this time, it had to struggle against my robe, the robe made from hundreds of thousands of small inscriptions that hardened it and made it st.u.r.dier.

I stood up from the ground I was buried under, toppling rubble and stones from above me as I grinned, my whole body was seared, and my face was covered in soot, dust, and grim, yet I smiled focused as the third lighting bolt gathered to come down upon me.

I gathered my Qi within me and roared in challenge, heaven wanted me dead, and I would never bow down to death without a fight. Qi surged within my body, dreadfully delighted at my challenge, my own Qi was a challenge against heavenly will. My own Qi, my poison Qi was never a part of the heavenly law, it was its own law, it didn't follow the rules of the cultivator's Spiritual Qi meridians. And therefore the heavenly Qi decided that it didn't want a challenger to its primordial authority.

Heavenly Qi, spiritual Qi, the very world's natural energy disdained to see another variant of itself guiding another cultivator to the top and it didn't wish for it to be rivaled so it came at me, with not one, not two, but three lighting bolts as big as my thighs as they shot at me.

"He's dead," one of the cultivators spoke, and I was amazed at how I could still hear him though he was so far.

Another shook his head, and even that motion I was able to perceive without having my eyes on him. Was this Divine Sense? I grinned, I have yet unlocked another ability. Right, let's focus up. If these three bolts struck me, I'll be doomed and there is no way for me to survive. That is if I were to take them head-on.

Then inspiration dawned on me, as I remembered a step, a single step I had done within the laughing slaughterer's paG.o.da. The step I took against his stairs, the step that cracked those st.u.r.dy steps that months of me using my skills couldn't even scar. That step came to me and I felt that It was what I needed to use.

With the same fugue and insightful sensation, I had that day, I raised my leg and struck at the ground, causing a huge boulder to raise from under me and fly up in the air. In one breath, I jumped after the boulder grabbing my brush from my pouch and then I wrote.

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My hands splattered golden ink on the back of the ma.s.sive boulder, with exaggerated moves as the writing had imprinted itself in masterful calligraphy.

The words shone brightly in gold then, in a sickly bright green as the lighting bolts shot at the boulder and found a resistance that they didn't expect to be there.

The bolts were stopped and they crashed against the Indomitable Boulder, cracks appeared on it, but it resisted, parts of it were broken off, but the boulder still resisted. The first bolt exploded shaking the hovering boulder but it couldn't move it much, the second bolt shattered and it also failed to pierce through, finally the final bolt inflated itself with the remains of the other two bolts and came down on the Indomitable boulder with so much force that it turned it to dust as it pa.s.sed through it. Yet the boulder did its job, weakening the bolts as much as possible before it came in contact with me.

The bolt was powerful still, but not enough to threaten my life.

I was struck down once again, against the ground. My bones cracked, my chest heaved and my face was burnt halfway through. Yet I stood once again, gazing up against the turmoiled skies, there were now four more bolts, far bigger and far mightier than before.

But I wasn't giving up, the thrill to battle heavens themselves sent new waves of energy coursing through me, my adrenalin pumped and my lips stretched into a devilish grin, "Bring it on!"

The clouds had heavily dissipated, this was heaven's final a.s.sault, afterwards, the heavens will have finished its judgment and I would be free to live until I once again breakthrough to the nascent realm. The end goal is near, but I'm near exhaustion, X is useless, my robe is damaged, my Qi is depleted yet I smiled, this was…enjoyable. This challenge was invigorating and I felt alive fighting against this impossibility. Man imposes but heaven disposes, yet I would not take heaven's disposal with meekness, I'll rise above and never bend my back to it.

I looked up and knew that using the same trick again would not work, the hasty Inscription on the boulder was good, but there were no other ma.s.sive boulders near me, not that I could feel with my divine sense. Nor do I think that Heavens will fall to the same trick again. I needed to battle the last bolts with my own power, power that was fading rapidly.

Yet, I won't back off.

I pulled a handful of poison pills from my pocket and took them all at once. This would undoubtedly kill me on any other day, but I needed a lot of energy to do what I'm about to do, and my natural reserves were far too exhausted to rely on.

I immediately digested the pills and power beyond what I could imagine surged through me. My body, though it was being threatened to collapse from the sheer amount of Poison Qi was ecstatic, looming doom and fear were outright discarded as my mind raced to find ways out of this mess and the only solution it found for me was in an image of the Poison G.o.d's own challenge against might far greater than him.

I raised both my hands in perfect remembrance of the Poison G.o.d's own Poison Tiger claw. His power was strong enough to break a planet, and I for a small second felt the Poison G.o.d's avatar, his own soul possessing me.

For a fraction of a second, I was able to see all the minute mistakes that I have made in my own attempt to replicate The Poison Tiger Claw and I adjusted.

"He's doing fine, but…I don't think Grandpa Shen Bao is applicable anymore," rat-faced Xiao Lang said with a sly grin.

"Oh, my," Yuzehan's face flushed a bit as she looked at me.

"What's going on?" I asked frowning.

Yuzehan immediately pulled up a mirror and handed it to me, I took it and glanced at my face.

Apparently, all the tumors on my face had disappeared and instead of the wizened old man who had years stolen from him by time, there was a middle-aged man with a stout-looking face, the man even had a goatee and was…handsome. If not for the gaping hole in that man's face I would have mistaken him for n.o.bility with a slightly pale face due to some sickness, that very paleness though gave the man a sense of handsome evilness to his disposition.

"The h.e.l.l?" I asked and the man in the mirror also mimicked my face. "That's me?"

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"Apparently, Grandpa Shen Bao became handsome uncle Shen Bao," Yuzhen said.

Xiao Lang grinned as he said, "Seems that Yuzehan is no longer interested in the lion's cubs and wants the lion all for herself."

The girl flushed once more and playfully smacked Xiao Lang on the head.

To which everyone began laughing.

And I was left with a smile on my face. I continued looking in the mirror and grinned, bar from the gaping hole for an eye, I actually…looked more human than before.

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