Poison God's Heritage

Looking up, the merchant, which from what I understood is an avatar, one of many clones of the Cryptic Sun, was in every instance of this trial. And now he was telling the participants that the game was starting.

"Who would you enjoy watching the most, fellow Daoist," Xiao Du said.

The words, Fellow Daoist are not simple. Especially if spoken in such a grand audience.

In the world of cultivation, hierarchy, seniority, and nobility is greatly respected. An older person, especially if they have lived longer and have a higher cultivation base would never address another person as a fellow Daoist, since it would mean equality.

In most cases, they would address another person, if they come from a nobler lineage, as Young Master. To both preserve one's own respectful status and the person's lineage.

However, to address another as a Fellow Daoist means to completely disregard the hierarchy. However, those words are rarely spoken and are only spoken when one fully and completely respects another person although younger and in a lesser cultivation realm because of a single factor.

Their incredible insight into the world of cultivation and the knowledge of Dao.

Since Xiao Du had said those words it would mean that he fully respected my status. And for that I am grateful.

"I would love to watch my sworn Brother's match, Zhang Tian," I replied.

"Oh, the White Scholar. He had indeed come up with the greatest strategies after you of course," the commentator said as he waved a hand and showed the screen of Zhang Tian.

"The cultivator from the Darkest Sun's region is also doing great," said Eccentric Long.

"The Fire King," I muttered.

"The Fire King? A title?" asked Eccentric Long.

"I never knew his real name. He was pretty strong," I said.

"The way you speak, you must have fought him before," the Cryptic Sun asked.

"I did, and I lost. Miserably so, actually none of us would have been alive if it wasn't for him making a mistake," I replied.

"A grudge, this is getting more interesting," said the Cryptic Sun.

"More like difference in vision. But I'm not surprised to see him there," I said.

"Care to share your opinion about that matter with us, we here do not know much of the forces that come from outside this vast land," the commentator said.

I see, this guy is pretty slick, he wants to show the entire audience who the members of the Vast Expanse are, and if they would ever pose a risk to the Beyond.

"You have nothing to worry about, the Vast Expanse is limited in its cultivation resources, it cannot withstand cultivators above the Emperor realm and will actively try and kick them out once they reach it. Regardless, the reason why I'm not surprised why the Fire King is so high up in points, it is because he ruled half of the Vast Expanse by himself.

Considering the size of the beyond, the Vast Expanse is pretty damn big. Though considered a small cultivation world, it still is probably about the size of the visible Beyond. And to rule half of it means that one need the brain and the brawn to take command. And the Fire King had both," I said.

"You speak as if that was in the past," Eccentric Long said.

"Indeed, because here, even he, and I are nothing but frogs in the well, take a look at this audience. In term of cultivation levels, the weakest of the bunch here could be a powerhouse in the Vast Expanse." I said.

The audience hearing this felt arrogant and superior, but I had to tone them down, "But in an fight of equals, no one from the Vast Expanse would lose to a fighter of the Beyond," I added.

The audience immediately turned grimmer.

The commentator laughed awkwardly as he said, "Are you trying to make the audience hate you or something Du Shen."

I shrugged, "It isn't a stab at anyone's pride and power, there could be some freaks here, but you must take in consideration the resource allocation. The beyond, is vast, and old as time itself. I can't fathom how long the Beyond had lasted or was here for. But comparing the age of both worlds, the Beyond is a fully developed ancient dragon, while the vast expanse is a small wriggling worm.

That's reason enough to understand that in the Vast Expanse, the rarity of resources is absurd. For you here, the mere grass you use to furnish your lawns and houses, is considered a heavenly treasure in the Vast Expanse. What you discard is of great value. It not only proves the saying that a man's trash is another man's treasure.

But also it means that the competitiveness for these resources was at an all time high." I explained.

"So, not only were the resources scarce, to obtain them one must fight tooth and nail for them. I see where you come from, the ferociousness of the Vast Expanse must have been at an all time high.

Where here, a lot of prestigious families would simply just hand over resources that they accumulated through generation over generation of hoarding to their descendants, to propel their cultivation forward and make them reach higher cultivation stages," Eccentric Long said.

"As you must have noticed," the commentator said, "Most of those sheltered cultivators have already either lost their lives in the Strongest Under the Sun trials or had given up. Only those who have ferocity in their path can climb forward. Still, the White Scholar seems rather lackluster in terms of ferocity, but he is still ranked first," the Commentator said.

"I don't doubt that," I replied, "After all, he never was a fighter, but a man of Law. His understanding of Law is to be applauded over, and I admire it. He has a humble mind though he comes from a higher status. He was one who could listen and share a table with a Core Stage cultivator though he himself was in the King Stage," I said.

"Oh, that also sounds like a story to tell," the Cryptic Sun said as he pushed his cup towards me asking for another pour.

After I obliged, I said, "He is indeed not a man of battle, but neither am I," I replied.

The four in front of me all frowned.

"What?" I questioned.

"With all those abilities, not even the Darkest Sun was interested in your ability to use the Titan Art of Battle. And you say you're not a man of ferociousness," the commentator said.

"The Titan Art of Battle? You mean the Golden Titan Arts. Well, seeing the giants here I was able to deduce that one of my masters was actually a great fighter. But it wasn't due to that I am who I am. After all, I am a man of poison, and poison requires wits and intellect to make and use.

But the Golden Titan arts are something that helped me a lot, but they aren't my main way of battle, I use this," is aid as I pointed at my head. "And thanks to that, I have my puppets and weaponry."

"Speaking of weaponry, what is that projectile shooting tool you created, do you think that the competitors can defeat the Corpses without it?" the commentator asked.

I shook my head, "The corpse level is absurdly high, it's borderline cheating. And without the cultivator's own interference, that will happen," I pointed.

The group around me followed my finger and noticed several screens there with the bases already fully destroyed.

The battle had just started, but a great deal of bases had already crumbled.