Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 851 First Aid

Is it stable?" I asked, my voice a whisper, as though speaking any louder might shatter the delicate balance of the moment.

The battlefield around us, now eerily quiet, felt like the eye of a storm that had passed but could easily return. The looming presence of the imprisoned abomination, suspended and slowly rotating in the space beyond the pagoda's shields, still radiated a nauseating sense of wrongness.

It was no longer thrashing, no longer tearing at the fabric of reality itself, but we all knew it was far from defeated.

"So far, yes," the Wisest Sun replied, his palms still stretched out, glowing with a faint aura of golden Qi that shimmered like liquid light. His breathing was steady, but his forehead gleamed with sweat, betraying the immense effort it took to maintain the suspension cage. "It's not even using much of my Qi...

But never had I thought that something this mighty, something that perplexed all of us, would be handled this way—so simply." His voice held awe, almost disbelief.

I slumped down against the nearest support pillar, feeling the tension drain from my body, replaced by sheer exhaustion. "We fucking did it," I breathed, more to myself than anyone else.

"We indeed fucking did it," the Wisest Sun echoed, and for the first time in what felt like millennia, the ancient being let a smile crack his stoic face. There was something almost childlike in his expression—relief, wonder, a flicker of youthful joy in an entity so old that time itself seemed an afterthought.

It was strange seeing him that way, and yet it felt right, like for once, he was shedding the burden of wisdom that had weighed on him for ages.

"Shen Bao..." The voice was deep, rumbling like the very core of a dying star. It belonged to the Darkest Sun, and as soon as I heard it, a cold shiver raced down my spine, the remnants of adrenaline shooting through me like a last burst of warning. I braced myself instinctively, remembering my slip of the tongue earlier when I had called him a dumbass in the heat of the moment.

I forced myself to stand, the exhaustion from the fight against the Cryptic Sun and the Death Sun was coming back in full force. but I met The Darkest Sun's gaze through the holographic image without flinching.

He was still terrifying—every inch of him radiated raw, untamable dark power, and though I had seen him in the midst of battle, there was something even more daunting about the quiet rage that simmered beneath his surface now.

Was he still pissed off? Was this the moment where he vaporized me out of sheer irritation? At least there are a few suns between us, and a whole lot of space...

He stared at my projection for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable, before speaking again. "Good job," he said, the words almost begrudging, but there was no mistaking the sincerity. "Thanks to you, a lot of lives have been spared."

I blinked in surprise. The tension in my shoulders loosened a fraction as I processed his words. "Glad I could be of assistance," I managed, wiping the sweat from my brow. My voice sounded calmer than I felt. Inwardly, my brain was screaming, telling me to get cut off the connection immediately. I'm not planning on pushing my luck, I already had one funeral today.

The silence was filled with the distant sounds of space—distant thunderous roars as the aftershocks of the earlier battle rippled through the emptiness. It was a haunting sound, a reminder of the sheer scale of destruction we had just survived.

The sheer casualness of his words frustrated me. "Then why the hell did you agree to help?" I snapped, the weariness and frustration of the day finally catching up to me.

"Because you're going to remove them," the Red Sun said, grinning. "If those chains even touch me, you'll have three more patients to deal with. Those things love to devour Sun Stage Qi."

I opened my mouth, only to close it again. The logic was maddening. How was I, someone far from the Sun Stage, supposed to handle this? "I'm not at the Sun Stage!" I protested.

"Exactly why you can do it," he replied, eyes gleaming with mischief. "The rod. The Soul Shackling Stake. The technique you learned—or stole—from the Darkest Sun. That will work. You just need an ungodly amount of Qi and time... Lots of time."

My heart sank. "How much time?"

"With your current Qi capacity?" He scratched his chin in thought. "About three hundred thousand years. But with my help? Three years."

I nearly choked. "Three years?!" My voice came out incredulous. "You mean we're going to sit here, channeling Qi for three years just to break those chains?"

The Red Sun's grin widened. "That's right."

"There has to be another way," I muttered, my brain already scrambling for solutions.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, intrigued.

"The pagoda's time distortion. What if we accelerate time here? Thirty times faster?"

The Red Sun raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "It could work, but for us, it will still feel like three years."

I bit my lip. "What if I could make it faster?"

The Red Sun's curiosity was piqued. "Go on."

"Show me what I need to do," I said firmly, my mind spinning with possibilities.

"Alright," he agreed, stepping forward. "Here's the plan..."