Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 862 Recruitement

Far from the safety of familiar stars, in the desolate expanse of the Beyond, the remnants of the Rakshasa horde were gathering. They were broken, scattered, and leaderless, yet still driven by the primal instinct that had guided them for eons. An instinct to return—to the place from which they had come, to their origin.

They didn't know where it was. They didn't know why they were drawn there. But something deep within them, something woven into the very fabric of their beings, pulled them forward, guiding them through the endless void.

For days—maybe weeks—they had been drifting through the darkness, evading the relentless cultivators who hunted them. They had once been a mighty force, a scourge that tore through worlds with merciless efficiency. But now? Now they were little more than prey, running from the very beings they once terrorized.

And then they came upon it. A swirling vortex, a tear in the fabric of reality that pulsed with dark, chaotic energy. The Rakshasa hesitated at the edge of the anomaly, their instincts screaming danger even as the pull to enter grew stronger.

One by one, they approached. The weakest among them—the White Rakshasa—were the first to fall. As soon as they touched the edge of the vortex, their bodies disintegrated, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.

The Black Rakshasa, their minds sharper and their bodies more resilient, fared slightly better. They lasted a few seconds longer, but in the end, they too were consumed by the vortex, their forms torn apart by the raw power that swirled at its center.

The Silver Rakshasa pushed further, their regenerative abilities allowing them to survive for longer. Their bodies withstood the vortex's pull for several seconds before finally succumbing, their remains scattered like ash in the wind.

And then came the Brutes. Massive, towering Rakshasa whose sheer physical strength allowed them to endure the vortex's fury for far longer than the others. They were able to push their entire bodies through the vortex, disappearing into the unknown. But even they didn't make it far before their forms were torn apart.

Amid the chaos, one figure stood apart. A Golden-Capped Brute, its body scarred and broken from the battle, managed to force its way through the vortex. It was wounded, barely holding on, but its immense strength allowed it to survive. It vanished into the vortex, the first of its kind to cross the threshold.

The green jade spear never left his hand since he took on the battle, he proved to all that he was not appointed just because of his stage as a Heaven Stage but also due to the incredible prowess he possessed. A Rakshasa Killing machine who probably has the highest number of kills in this entire war after the Sun stages and Shen Bao.

After all, Shen Bao although he was a lower rank cultivator, his tools and weapons and incredibly versatile arsenal allowed him to rack incredible numbers of killed Raksahsa, but if we're talking about direct kills, then none under the Sun stage came even close to the man titled the Jade Dragon.

Meng Hao wasn't a fan of the Darkest Sun simply because he was too protective of the Fire King who Meng Hao has a death grudge against, although the Jade Dragon was working under the Darkest Sun, he proved his value and earned his respect with pure martial mental. An honorable man that Meng Hao would always want to fight next to whenever the times call for it.

"Yes Grand General," Meng Hao cupping his hands. He was never one to address anyone with more respect than they need, made only this man and Shen Bao an exception.

"The Darkest Lord had asked you to preserve your energy, you will be tasked with a mission soon," he said.

Meng Hao was about to refuse, since he didn't deal with the Darkest Sun at all nor did he ever want to be associated with someone who protected his mortal enemy.

Yet the Jade Dragon raised his palm to stop Meng Hao, "The request comes from your own friend, Shen Bao, they will be coming over to pick you up, so refrain from exhausting yourself anymore."

Meng Hao didn't have any words to say anymore, the request came from his friend and role model Shen Bao, so he reluctantly agreed.

He wanted to show Shen Bao how much he had improved, especially with how long it has been since they last met.

And Meng Hao now truly believes that he did improve and soon the opportunity to show it will present itself.