Chapter 624: Not Even A Sun Is Safe
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624 Not Even A Sun Is Safe
Sooner than later, the bird came to a stop at the edge of the island. Placing our cube with care and then hopped off, standing like a massive mountain. It had completely ignored our presence the moment we arrived. And its face resumed looking around the whole area, as if expecting danger or preparing to fend it off.
As for us, all we could see was a coffin in the middle of the island.
"Is that the Dusking Sun?" a soldier asked. "Look there is an arm peering from outside the coffin," the soldier added.
"Is he dead?" another soldier said.
"If he is dead... do you know how much his corpse will be worth? We can live off the rest of our lives like emperors!"
"Shut up," I replied. "If you value your lives, you'd not speak such offense in the presence of someone far mightier than your worst nightmares. That man is not dead... not even close to it," I said as I was able to see signs of life that others couldn't.
A dead man's fingernails usually keep growing, however, this person's nails were still clean and short, thus he subconsciously kept them from growing further.
The soldiers realized their mistake, speaking ill of a powerful man always comes back to bite the person in the ass, yet who they talked ill about was nothing but a Sun, one of eight entities that in the beyond are regarded as deities.
"I think the Primordial Three Eyed Raven brought us here for a reason, and I doubt it's to have us as his next meal, too much effort was spent in doing that," I said as I tried to study everything around us.
"Then should we get to the coffin," the captain asked.
"If you wish for a quick death, then be my guest," said Old Fu.
The captain was taken aback, he didn't understand fully. But when Old Fu looked at me I replied, "There is nothing living on this small island. No birds, bugs, grass or anything. Everything is dead. And the cause is obvious," I said as I pointed at the hand that was drooping from the coffin to the ground.
"Poison?" asked a cultivator.
"No," I shook my head, "Sickness."
And I stepped forward outside the cube.
"Don't follow me, the moment you leave the cube's protection you'll lose your Qi, the effects of Qi suppression are at their peak here," I said.
And just as I took a couple steps back I stopped and looked up.
"I hate the feeling of being watched..." I muttered.
"You didn't let me finish," I said as I felt the growing anger and impatience of the man in front of me.
"What you speak of is a Follower of the Dao of Poison, cultivators that use the Dao of Poison to grow in cultivation level, I am not one of them. I am Poison itself," I said as I snapped my finger summoning a small drop of golden blood, "This blood which you seek, has more poison in it than the entirety of this very Garden, and it is based on the Bone and Body Grinding Poison. If you were to take it within you, not only will you not be able to disassemble it from poison, it will harm your body more than help," I said.
Yet the old man didn't listen, and his hand swiped the blood drop from my fingers, it seeped into his arm and soon you could see the glisten of gold coursing through his mummified body.
"That hits the spot! Give some more..." he said
Yet soon, his body began shuddering.
"...What is the meaning of this?!" he asked.
"You were warned of drinking poison, yet you drank it still, don't blame me for what you have done yourself!" I replied not backing out or backing off.
Though he is a sun, he would not be stupid enough to blame me for his own mistake.
"Give back the drop of blood before it starts doing actual damage to your body, and if you want to heal this condition of yours, you only had to ask," I said.
"Heal?! You, heal me?! HAH!" the corpse laughed and soon the corpse that looked like it was dead a second ago was instantly rejuvenated regaining the health of youth and the vitality of the young.
The man in front of me was pale of skin, and blue of eyes, his hair was the color of silver that extended to his waist and his clothes were of dark leather. His ears were pointed like that of a demon kin and his body was several feet taller than me.
He towered over me as he said, "What sickness do you think you can heal?" he said this time in his voice.
I pointed to my head and tapped it with my finger twice, "The thing that's currently eating up your very mind. Not even a Sun can survive that which consumes the very land itself, you're sick, and you're slowly losing the fight against a fungus not even bigger than an ant's eye," I replied.
The dusking sun's nostril rose up, as his anger began flaring up, "You speak as if you know all about that which even I know little of!" he said as he flashed me a vile smile. He had nothing but fangs for teeth as if his mouth was that of a shark.
"Then it is your choice to believe or reject, and remember, now that you consumed my blood," I said.
"And what if I were to consume some more?!" he said as he took a step towards me.
"Then I'll take it personally," I said as I looked at the man who instantly fell to his knees gripping his heart.
"W...what have you done to me!"
"That's the wrong question," I said, "The right question is is, why did I eat something I knew nothing of, and act as if I did?" I replied.
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624 Not Even A Sun Is Safe
Sooner than later, the bird came to a stop at the edge of the island. Placing our cube with care and then hopped off, standing like a massive mountain. It had completely ignored our presence the moment we arrived. And its face resumed looking around the whole area, as if expecting danger or preparing to fend it off.
As for us, all we could see was a coffin in the middle of the island.
"Is that the Dusking Sun?" a soldier asked. "Look there is an arm peering from outside the coffin," the soldier added.
"Is he dead?" another soldier said.
"If he is dead... do you know how much his corpse will be worth? We can live off the rest of our lives like emperors!"
"Shut up," I replied. "If you value your lives, you'd not speak such offense in the presence of someone far mightier than your worst nightmares. That man is not dead... not even close to it," I said as I was able to see signs of life that others couldn't.
A dead man's fingernails usually keep growing, however, this person's nails were still clean and short, thus he subconsciously kept them from growing further.
The soldiers realized their mistake, speaking ill of a powerful man always comes back to bite the person in the ass, yet who they talked ill about was nothing but a Sun, one of eight entities that in the beyond are regarded as deities.
"I think the Primordial Three Eyed Raven brought us here for a reason, and I doubt it's to have us as his next meal, too much effort was spent in doing that," I said as I tried to study everything around us.
"Then should we get to the coffin," the captain asked.
"If you wish for a quick death, then be my guest," said Old Fu.
The captain was taken aback, he didn't understand fully. But when Old Fu looked at me I replied, "There is nothing living on this small island. No birds, bugs, grass or anything. Everything is dead. And the cause is obvious," I said as I pointed at the hand that was drooping from the coffin to the ground.
"Poison?" asked a cultivator.
"No," I shook my head, "Sickness."
And I stepped forward outside the cube.
"Don't follow me, the moment you leave the cube's protection you'll lose your Qi, the effects of Qi suppression are at their peak here," I said.
And just as I took a couple steps back I stopped and looked up.
"I hate the feeling of being watched..." I muttered.
"You didn't let me finish," I said as I felt the growing anger and impatience of the man in front of me.
"What you speak of is a Follower of the Dao of Poison, cultivators that use the Dao of Poison to grow in cultivation level, I am not one of them. I am Poison itself," I said as I snapped my finger summoning a small drop of golden blood, "This blood which you seek, has more poison in it than the entirety of this very Garden, and it is based on the Bone and Body Grinding Poison. If you were to take it within you, not only will you not be able to disassemble it from poison, it will harm your body more than help," I said.
Yet the old man didn't listen, and his hand swiped the blood drop from my fingers, it seeped into his arm and soon you could see the glisten of gold coursing through his mummified body.
"That hits the spot! Give some more..." he said
Yet soon, his body began shuddering.
"...What is the meaning of this?!" he asked.
"You were warned of drinking poison, yet you drank it still, don't blame me for what you have done yourself!" I replied not backing out or backing off.
Though he is a sun, he would not be stupid enough to blame me for his own mistake.
"Give back the drop of blood before it starts doing actual damage to your body, and if you want to heal this condition of yours, you only had to ask," I said.
"Heal?! You, heal me?! HAH!" the corpse laughed and soon the corpse that looked like it was dead a second ago was instantly rejuvenated regaining the health of youth and the vitality of the young.
The man in front of me was pale of skin, and blue of eyes, his hair was the color of silver that extended to his waist and his clothes were of dark leather. His ears were pointed like that of a demon kin and his body was several feet taller than me.
He towered over me as he said, "What sickness do you think you can heal?" he said this time in his voice.
I pointed to my head and tapped it with my finger twice, "The thing that's currently eating up your very mind. Not even a Sun can survive that which consumes the very land itself, you're sick, and you're slowly losing the fight against a fungus not even bigger than an ant's eye," I replied.
The dusking sun's nostril rose up, as his anger began flaring up, "You speak as if you know all about that which even I know little of!" he said as he flashed me a vile smile. He had nothing but fangs for teeth as if his mouth was that of a shark.
"Then it is your choice to believe or reject, and remember, now that you consumed my blood," I said.
"And what if I were to consume some more?!" he said as he took a step towards me.
"Then I'll take it personally," I said as I looked at the man who instantly fell to his knees gripping his heart.
"W...what have you done to me!"
"That's the wrong question," I said, "The right question is is, why did I eat something I knew nothing of, and act as if I did?" I replied.
624 Not Even A Sun Is Safe Sooner than later, the bird came to a stop at the edge of the island. Placing our cube with care and then hopped off, standing like a massive mountain. It had completely ignored our presence the moment we arrived. And its face resumed looking around the whole area, as if expecting danger or preparing to fend it off. As for us, all we could see was a coffin in the middle of the island. "Is that the Dusking Sun?" a soldier asked. "Look there is an arm peering from outside the coffin," the soldier added. "Is he dead?" another soldier said. "If he is dead... do you know how much his corpse will be worth? We can live off the rest of our lives like emperors!" "Shut up," I replied. "If you value your lives, you'd not speak such offense in the presence of someone far mightier than your worst nightmares. That man is not dead... not even close to it," I said as I was able to see signs of life that others couldn't. A dead man's fingernails usually keep growing, however, this person's nails were still clean and short, thus he subconsciously kept them from growing further. The soldiers realized their mistake, speaking ill of a powerful man always comes back to bite the person in the ass, yet who they talked ill about was nothing but a Sun, one of eight entities that in the beyond are regarded as deities. "I think the Primordial Three Eyed Raven brought us here for a reason, and I doubt it's to have us as his next meal, too much effort was spent in doing that," I said as I tried to study everything around us. "Then should we get to the coffin," the captain asked. "If you wish for a quick death, then be my guest," said Old Fu. The captain was taken aback, he didn't understand fully. But when Old Fu looked at me I replied, "There is nothing living on this small island. No birds, bugs, grass or anything. Everything is dead. And the cause is obvious," I said as I pointed at the hand that was drooping from the coffin to the ground. "Poison?" asked a cultivator. "No," I shook my head, "Sickness." And I stepped forward outside the cube. "Don't follow me, the moment you leave the cube's protection you'll lose your Qi, the effects of Qi suppression are at their peak here," I said. And just as I took a couple steps back I stopped and looked up. "I hate the feeling of being watched..." I muttered. "You didn't let me finish," I said as I felt the growing anger and impatience of the man in front of me. "What you speak of is a Follower of the Dao of Poison, cultivators that use the Dao of Poison to grow in cultivation level, I am not one of them. I am Poison itself," I said as I snapped my finger summoning a small drop of golden blood, "This blood which you seek, has more poison in it than the entirety of this very Garden, and it is based on the Bone and Body Grinding Poison. If you were to take it within you, not only will you not be able to disassemble it from poison, it will harm your body more than help," I said. Yet the old man didn't listen, and his hand swiped the blood drop from my fingers, it seeped into his arm and soon you could see the glisten of gold coursing through his mummified body. "That hits the spot! Give some more..." he said Yet soon, his body began shuddering. "...What is the meaning of this?!" he asked. "You were warned of drinking poison, yet you drank it still, don't blame me for what you have done yourself!" I replied not backing out or backing off. Though he is a sun, he would not be stupid enough to blame me for his own mistake. "Give back the drop of blood before it starts doing actual damage to your body, and if you want to heal this condition of yours, you only had to ask," I said. "Heal?! You, heal me?! HAH!" the corpse laughed and soon the corpse that looked like it was dead a second ago was instantly rejuvenated regaining the health of youth and the vitality of the young. The man in front of me was pale of skin, and blue of eyes, his hair was the color of silver that extended to his waist and his clothes were of dark leather. His ears were pointed like that of a demon kin and his body was several feet taller than me. He towered over me as he said, "What sickness do you think you can heal?" he said this time in his voice. I pointed to my head and tapped it with my finger twice, "The thing that's currently eating up your very mind. Not even a Sun can survive that which consumes the very land itself, you're sick, and you're slowly losing the fight against a fungus not even bigger than an ant's eye," I replied. The dusking sun's nostril rose up, as his anger began flaring up, "You speak as if you know all about that which even I know little of!" he said as he flashed me a vile smile. He had nothing but fangs for teeth as if his mouth was that of a shark. "Then it is your choice to believe or reject, and remember, now that you consumed my blood," I said. "And what if I were to consume some more?!" he said as he took a step towards me. "Then I'll take it personally," I said as I looked at the man who instantly fell to his knees gripping his heart. "W...what have you done to me!" "That's the wrong question," I said, "The right question is is, why did I eat something I knew nothing of, and act as if I did?" I replied.
