Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 880 Change in History

"Let me go!" the man shouted, his voice cracking with desperation as he struggled, his limbs thrashing wildly in a futile attempt to free himself from

Creeping Demise's

coiled grip.

I glanced at him, my expression cold and unfeeling.

Cry me a river,

I thought. A cowardly fool who wanted to ambush us while we were poisoned had no right to plead for mercy. Without hesitation, I slammed my hand against his face, my fingers gripping his skull tightly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak," I said icily, watching as his eyes bulged in terror. "Soul Search!"

The moment the words left my lips, the man's wails grew louder, his cries of agony echoing off the cavern walls. My fingers dug deeper into his skull, pressing into his temples as the blood began to seep from his eyes and nose. The power of my Soul Search ripped through his mind like a hurricane, sifting through his memories with brutal efficiency.

His screams became more ragged, his body convulsing violently as the search continued. Within seconds, his entire skull caved in under the pressure of my grip, cracking and shattering into fragments of bone and brain matter. The remnants of his head exploded outward in a spray of blood, splattering the walls and ground around us—though none of it touched me.

The room fell into a moment of stunned silence, broken only by the quiet drip of blood pooling on the ground.

I glanced down at the remains of the so-called Nascent Soul cultivator. He had fancied himself great enough to kill Void Stage cultivators and beyond.

Foolishness truly knows no bounds.

"Was that Shen Bao or Du Shen?" Yu Yu asked, her tone neutral but curious as she approached me. Her usually cold and aloof demeanor was still intact, though I could tell she sensed the shift in my aura. I wasn't quite the usual 'me'—I was more of my true self in that moment, unfiltered by the masks I usually wore.

"That was definitely both," I replied, turning to face the group. My hand was still covered in blood and bits of brain matter, which I flicked off effortlessly. I summoned my Veridian Soul Flame and burned away the rest, the greenish fire consuming the mess with a soft hiss.

"So, what's the situation?" Meng Hao asked, his eyes sharp as ever, though his expression remained casual.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She looked around, watching the people scatter in all directions, their screams echoing through the cavern. They were fleeing from her, hiding in their homes as if she were the embodiment of death itself.

"Tao Yang," I called out, stepping forward. "These aren't your people."

She turned to me, her face pale, her eyes wide with confusion. "What's happening, Shen Bao? Why are they running from me?"

I sighed, walking over to her side. The fear emanating from the people was palpable, but it wasn't directed at us as cultivators—it was focused solely on her. "They fear you more than they fear the rakshasa," I said softly, watching as more villagers scrambled for cover, their terrified eyes peeking out from behind doors and windows.

"But... why?" Tao Yang's voice trembled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "What did I do to be hated this much by my own people?"

"You did nothing wrong," I said gently, placing a hand on her head. "But history has been changed. You've been gone for twenty thousand years, Tao Yang. In that time, someone manipulated the story. They twisted the truth, made you into a monster in their eyes. Those who survived after the battle with the rakshasa... they were few. They built these underground settlements, and over time, the story of the Dread Princess was warped into something unrecognizable."

Tao Yang's lips trembled, and she lowered her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, they see me as a monster..."

I nodded. "Yes. And not just you. Those who could cultivate were killed off in the battle, leaving only a handful of survivors. Those who couldn't defend themselves became slaves to their fear, living under the rule of a man they call the Liberator."

Meng Hao stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Who is this Liberator, exactly?"

I exhaled slowly, recalling the fragmented memories I had pulled from the Nascent Soul cultivator. "He's powerful—strong enough to drive the First Borns off this planet. He may even be a Sun Stage cultivator."

Tao Yang's eyes widened. "A Sun Stage?"

"Perhaps," I said. "But I'm not certain. The man I interrogated didn't have all the details. However, what I do know is that the Liberator has established himself as a godlike figure to these people. He's built a doctrine around slavery and sacrifice, and anyone who dares oppose him is crushed. The strong were eliminated, and the weak were left to serve."

Tao Yang clenched her fists, anger flashing in her eyes. "And he's the one who's responsible for turning my people against me?"

I nodded. "Yes. And he's been collecting sacrifices to feed to the First Borns—or worse, something even more sinister. That's why we need to go deeper into this cavern. There's a group of cultivators waiting on the other side, preparing for the next round of sacrifices."

Tao Yang straightened, her expression hardening. "Then we'll make them pay."