Trials of the Abyss-Chapter 587: Poison Scourge

When she stood at the peak of the Immortal Realm and tried to ascend to godhood through the Dao of Medicine, the residual poisons buried deep within her bones and blood erupted.

She immediately understood that this was her tribulation. It was a trial unique to her alone, an inner demon she could not escape.

After fighting bitterly against it and exhausting everything she had to purge the poisons from herself, she realized that the poisons she had carried for years had not remained dormant. Through her relentless study of their nature, they had merged with her thoughts and will, eventually gaining a kind of sentience.

Her path to godhood through the Dao of Medicine was ruined.

As her divine soul was teetering on the brink of collapse and her flesh starting to rot, she made one final, desperate choice to let go.

She embraced the poisons she had spent a lifetime rejecting.

After that, everything fell into place.

The divine path she had once sought collapsed, but in its place, a new divine path emerged.

In the end, Su Wanrou ascended to the True God Realm not through medicine but through the poisons she had rejected all her life.

Only after becoming a True God did she realize that this was the path she was most suited for all along.

Her mind was attuned to poison and her body perfectly adapted to it. Poison was her true nature.

Even so, her heart could not help but resist it. She despised herself for failing to hold firm to her ideals and abandoning her original path in the face of death, for choosing poison.

After ascending, she refused to wield this power and refused to spread death through poison.

It was not until years later, when she was sent to eliminate a Celestial Race powerhouse in the Fifth World, that she found herself ambushed and trapped between two other Rank Ten powerhouses.

Faced with certain death, she unleashed the apocalyptic poisons buried within her for the first time since ascending to the True God Realm.

That battle wiped out nearly all life on an entire continent of the Fifth World.

She single-handedly killed three Rank Ten foreign race powerhouses using her poison.

A lone True God had emerged victorious against three of the Fifth World's strongest warriors. In doing so, she reshaped the war.

The remaining foreign race powerhouses and Rank Nine warriors collapsed into despair when they learned of what transpired.

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The foreign races sought to ascend in pursuit of a better future, greater resources, and potential power, not total annihilation.

Su Wanrou's ruthless release of the Poison Scourge had erased one of the seven continents from existence.

The poisons she had unleashed were beyond salvation.

The remaining forces of the Fifth World surrendered on the spot.

They had no choice. If they did not surrender and Su Wanrou continued to spread her poisons across the remaining continents, the entirety of the Fifth World would be reduced to a lifeless wasteland.

That battle caused Su Wanrou's name to resound throughout the Abyss. With this renown also came fear.

The other True Gods forbade her from stepping into their domains for a long time.

Even Su Wanrou herself feared that she would no longer be able to control the poisons within her. She dared not return to the Western Loam, choosing instead to wander the outer lands in exile.

Only once she mastered control over the apocalyptic poisons within her did she return to the Western Loam.

It was then that she realized that even the disciples of the Pure Land Sect feared her like a venomous serpent.

She could not expect the rest of the world to accept her when even her own people shunned her.

This period was a bitter, dark chapter in her life.

Although she had halted the Celestial Race's counteroffensive and single-handedly crushed the will of the foreign races, it came at the cost of her people shunning and fleeing from her as if she were a curse.

So, she sealed herself away in solitude. She did not even set foot beyond her chamber for decades. These were the darkest years of her existence.

When she finally emerged, she had restored her usual serene demeanor. She acted as though that nightmarish history did not exist, as if she had never drowned a continent in poison. She also never displayed her mastery of poisons again.

Time passed and the witnesses to the horrors of her Poison Dao gradually died out. Thus, the memory of how she eradicated an entire continent slowly faded from history.

The surviving True Gods believed she had truly moved past her dark past and achieved absolute control over her poisons, so they let down their guard.

She, too, swore she would never unleash the Poison Scourge and stain the world with boundless slaughter ever again.

Even her threats of unleashing the Poison Scourge upon the Sacred Soul Continent back at the Stargazing Platform had merely been a bluff, a warning to make Long Xiao back down and spare Pang Lin. She had never actually intended to do it.

Even though Pang Lin had been safely rescued, she ultimately embraced the darkness, unleashing the Poison Scourge upon the Sacred Soul Continent.

The only reason she did it was because she knew this was the human race's darkest hour.

Long Xiao had allied with the foreign races and led the charge as their vanguard.

The True Gods standing at the pinnacle of the Abyss could all perish at any time in the impending war.

If she did not act now, the thirty-thousand-year foundation of the human race would be reduced to nothing.

So, she unleashed the Poison Scourge.

She let the consciousness of the poisons within her awaken, allowing them to corrupt her mind, even if only for a moment.

The Blood Rhinoceros King was the first to die.

The Poison Scourge only spread from there.

Pang Jian hovered beside Li Zhaotian's well-shaped domain of sword light, gazing into the churning sea of poisonous mists in the distance.

The massive Mirage Dragon conjured from the Mirage Dragon Pearl silently dissolved into nothingness.

Scattered specks of multicolored radiance flickered deep within the poisonous mist, glowing faintly like dying embers.

Those strange lights appeared to be poisons of the highest order, born from the blood and souls of the fallen.

These lights were part of Su Wanrou's Poison Scourge and had a will of their own. They corroded everything they touched as they spread unchecked within the Sacred Soul Continent.

***

In front of the True Dragon Hall in the Dragon Lair Sect on the Sacred Soul Continent, the Fey God Rock Bear received news that the Blood Rhinoceros King had fallen.

Recalling that Su Wanrou of the Pure Land Sect was locked in battle with Long Xiao, he soon pieced together what had happened.

"The Poison Scourge has been unleashed." The Rock Bear's eyes welled with tears and his voice trembled as he choked out his words. "Elder Long...he truly did much for us. He freed our Fey Race's bloodline from its shackles.

"But in leading the charge for the enemy, unearthing Thunderclap Paradise, and enraging Su Wanrou, he has brought the Poison Scourge upon the Sacred Soul Continent.

"It cannot be stopped or contained once unleashed. Our only option is to flee!

"Send word. Everyone is to evacuate the Sacred Soul Continent at once! Take anyone who can be saved!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens as Fey Kings, Great Feys, and dragons of the Sacred Soul Continent all fled into the sky. None dared remain.

The Sacred Soul Continent had long been the sanctuary of the Fey Race, but the descent of Su Wanrou's Poison Scourge meant it would soon become a land of death.

"The Sword Pavilion!"

"Pang Jian!"

The first Rank Nine Fey Kings to flee the Sacred Soul Continent immediately caught sight of Pang Jian's towering divine form and charged toward him, not daring to venture where Long Xiao and Su Wanrou clashed.

Three mighty Rank Nine Fey Kings—a Golden Elephant, Nether Serpent, and Qilin— and two colossal, thousand-zhang-long old dragons rushed toward Pang Jian.

"Li Zhaotian of the Sword Pavilion took our kin hostage and slaughtered our people!"

"The Sword Pavilion is the eternal enemy of our Dragon Race from this day forth!"

The two dragons roared in fury.

"Old Ancestor has given his command. We are to kill Pang Jian and stop Li Zhaotian from ascending to godhood!" The Rank Nine Wind Dragon howled, unleashing tempests. "Pang Jian is merely an Immortal Realm Sword God. He is of no threat to us!

"Slay him, then tear Li Zhaotian apart! Erase the Sword Pavilion from existence!"

The Golden Elephant, Nether Serpent, and Qilin responded with roars of their own, killing intent surging.

Pang Jian held the Abyssal Demon Sword before the well-shaped domain of sword light, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the Sacred Soul Continent.

The Rock Bear Fey God was nowhere to be seen.

His emotions were complicated.

As the World God of this era, it was his duty to bridge the gap between the human race and the Fey Race, binding them together as a united force to drive the foreign races back into the Fifth World once more.

However, Long Xiao had simply been too domineering and arrogant. Worse still, he had the full backing of most of the Fey Race.

The ancient Thunder Dragon had only grown increasingly bold after his trip to Northern Qi, having clearly reached an understanding with the Fey God there.

While Pang Jian had indeed helped the Rock Bear in his ascension, the Fey Race and the human race now stood on opposing sides. Pang Jian was uncertain if the Rock Bear would abandon his kin for old debts.

Now, a Wind Dragon, Flame Dragon, Golden Elephant, Nether Serpent, and Qilin—all Rank Nine Fey Kings—were trying to kill him and his master.

Pang Jian was a World God, but that did not mean he had to stand by and watch as the Fey Kings obstructed his master's ascension to godhood.

This path was Long Xiao's choice. For things to have come to this...there's no one to blame but him.

Pang Jian gathered his strength and swung his sword at the incoming tempests from the violent Wind Dragon.

A starry sky burst forth with a single strike.

The sword light, condensed from the brilliance of the stars and moons, pierced through the raging tempests, obliterating all draconic force within them.

It then tore apart the vast ocean of dragon scales the Wind Dragon had woven as his armor, leaving a bone-deep wound on his head.

This Rank Nine Wind Dragon was one of the oldest dragons after Long Xiao himself and had lived longer than most of the True Gods.

Among the Rank Nine dragons, he was second only to the deceased Long Zhan.

The Wind Dragon had always believed that True Gods like Li Chu and Mu Wentao were no match for him.

However, contrary to his expectations, Pang Jian had wounded him in a single strike.