Poison God's Heritage

Hours later, the Commentator stood up, "It appears that every one of our hundred top cultivators is now fully hale and healthy to undertake the last trial held by the final Sun."

Everyone in the audience seemed hyped about this, after all, they've been here for a long time. But to watch fights and see who'll end up earning the title Strongest Under the Sun, it was worth it.

It's not every day that you get to watch a lot of cultivators fight and display their prowess for one to understand and learn from it.

And now the final Sun is appearing.

In the middle of the arena floor, a flare of blue flames lit up spontaneously.

From within it a woman emerged. Her face was covered in a veil. Her eyes shined bright blue revealing an incredible depth to them.

She stood tall and regal, exuding an aura of bottomless strength and exquisite beauty. Her slender yet graceful figure clad in robes of flowing azure fabric cascading around her form like a gentle wave of a tranquil ocean.

Though her face remained concealed in a lightly transparent veil, her eyes were vibrating with an unnatural intelligence. Gleaming with resolve and power, a testament to her endless years of cultivation.

Her long hair was the color of the deep sea. Cascading like a waterfall of darkness adding more to her enigmatic allure.

I couldn't help but be drawn to her eyes and entire figure, but forcefully pulled myself back. It seems that her presence itself was like a charm spell that would pull anyone to harbor goodwill and even eternal love and worship for her existence.

A mighty ability that she exuded passively.

And from the look of everyone in the audience, they seemed as if they were in a trance as she appeared.

Our eyes met for a second, it was the moment I forced my mind out of this illusive dream-like state, and then her eyes slightly widened as if surprise was painted on her face.

A small laugh escaped her lips as the entire audience seemed to resume their natural and normal state.

No one seemed to realize that for a few moments, they had all been charmed. No one but me.

The commentator then spoke, "Her honor, The Blue Sun will now present you with the final trail! To all hundred competitors, please step down to the arena." The commentator said.

"Time for me to go," I said as I stood up.

"Good luck, also word to the wise," the Dusking Sun said, "Don't get on her bad side."

"You make it look like I get on everyone's bad side," I replied.

"You do," he replied, "I mean who in their right mind would talk back to one of the Suns but you… to be honest, do whatever you want, one never knows what could their eccentrics could get them."

"I see," I said as I hopped down to the arena.

The hundred cultivators were all around the Blue Sun who then said, "This test has two steps. The first one is to simply be approved by me. Those who are excluded are not to question nor defy my judgment," she said.

Quite odd but okay…

"The second trial will be hosted in the lands of the Thunder Domain, your goal will be to bring back a handkerchief I happened to have lost there. The one who brings it back will be the one titled the Strongest Under the Sun."

Quite simple.

"Now, come forward," she said

One of the cultivators headed toward the Blue Sun and she asked them, "Your hand," she said.

The man opened his hand towards her, where she simply placed her finger on.

The man's expression immediately turned pale before his hand burst apart. The surprising part wasn't his hand exploding, but not a single drop of blood seemed to touch the woman.

"You failed," she said.

The man in his rage seemed to have forgotten one of the rules she had set up, to not Question or Defy her judgment.

"What does that even mean? HOW AM I NOT QUALIFIED I AM-"

The end for that man came before his words were over and he instantly turned to a bloodless corpse as he fell to the ground.

His entire being seemed to have been crushed by an incredible amount of pressure far surpassing the deepest sea.

Still, not a single blood drop touched the woman's robes.

The second one was actually Dao Shen, who walked up to her and presented his hand. He didn't seem to have any expression regarding the remains of the dead person in front of him as he simply stepped into the man's pooling blood and gave her his hand.

She then placed her finger on his palm, and soon a small circle appeared on his palm.

"You pass," she said. "Go to that side." She said.

Dao Shen didn't speak and did as ordered and waited on the Blue Sun's right.

Soon, more cultivators showed up, many of which instantly failed and some struggled to the last second before their bodies crumbled.

But a good portion still managed to move forward. The Fire King seemed to pass with flying colors so did Zhang Tian and the Demon Blood.

And for some reason, when it was Law's turn, the Blue Sun didn't even look at him as she said, "You Fail."

"Don't talk," I sent him a divine sense message, "Even your endless luck will not save you in the presence of one of the Suns."

Law Tang sighed and moved away, seemingly about to leave the arena.

"Don't leave yet," I told him.

To which he nodded and sat down right next to me.

Since I was the last one to join the arena I was the last one to be tested.

And so far, fifty cultivators have been chosen, and forty-nine have failed.

I don't know if she was looking for exactly just fifty but it seems rather ominous for me.

I approached her as it was my turn, she looked at me and said, "Your hand."

I gave her my hand and she used the same thing on me trying to plant a circle on my hand. However, nothing seemed to happen.

A frown appeared on her brows as she tried again. And again.

Then she looked at me and said, "No heavenly Qi… you fail,"

The Lord of Lords stood up and was about to interject but I spoke up.

"I have a question," I said.