it's more of an energy quantity issue, not just time. Think about how much energy a sun stage cultivator would have in their dantian compared to a lower stage cultivator, if the dusking sun went into the pagida he would drain it dry before really recovering much
"I wish," Dusking Sun replied with a weary sigh. He tapped the table beside the nearest cup, his fingers heavy and slow, betraying just how drained he truly was. "I feel like shit," he admitted, grimacing. "My energy reserves are depleted, my body's like a dry husk, and it'll take years for my Qi to fully replenish."
Eastern · Biako
hey, i was right!
Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted within me, spiraling out of control. My body responded instinctively, and before I knew it, I had punched upward, shattering the confines of a coffin and blowing a massive hole through six feet of dirt. I stood up, disoriented, and looked around. Faces stared back at me, wide-eyed and filled with disbelief.
Eastern · Biako
i'm pretty sure he's answered this question in past dao debates in the vast expanse. honestly, if this turns into another debate, tnen i'll be glad, those are always interesting to read and re-read even later
"Thrice questioned, and thrice right," the voice replied, a tone of approval coloring the words. "Your question is your answer, and your answer is your fate. Speak, man who has many names. Why must you defy the heavens so? Why must you seek what should not be sought?"
Eastern · Biako
it'd be hilarious if Shen Bao revived in his own dead body after it was buried
The coffin was lowered into the ground, the final resting place of a man who had lived and died in a world that demanded everything and gave nothing in return. Creeping Demise, the sword that had been Shen Bao's faithful companion, was laid across his chest, a symbol of the life he had lived as a warrior and protector. His ring and the Poison God's Heritage, artifacts of immense power, were placed beside him, their glow dimming as they were buried with their master. The ground was sealed, and the finality of death settled over the city.
Eastern · Biako
oh yeah, i forgot he ate that like 400 chapters ago
And then... darkness.
Eastern · Biako
umm...time to run to the bastion?
This wasn't the time for reminscing old memories and drinking tea with old loved ones. Today the heavens have sought me as a target, and had declared me their enemy. I have seen what shouldn't be seen, and I have understood what should always remain vague. Today might be the last day for me to exist. Because that thing up there looks like a pissed off grim reaper.
Eastern · Biako
very beautifully written
The cultivators fought back fiercely, unleashing the full might of their cultivation. The power of Qi manifested in a dazzling array of techniques, each showcasing the knowledge, dedication, and mastery that the cultivators of the Beyond had honed over countless years. This was their art, their way of life—a testament to their unyielding pursuit of power and survival. Their Daos and beliefs shone brightly in the darkened void, like beacons of hope amidst the chaos.
Eastern · Biako
2 possibilities, the Rakshasha have started a 2nd attack, or Cryptic is much petier than expected
The entire bastion was rattled from the air as if struck by a meteor.
Eastern · Biako
thanks for the complimenta, but it's less good memory, just too much free time and a tendency to re-read a story while looking for funny/cool moments
"For the Dead Sun!" the three disciples shouted in unison, "For our Death Lord Shi Situ!"
Eastern · Biako
If you want to take a break from PGH, then do it. As you said, writing strong plot after strong plot with increasing power creep is very difficult. The main thing is that you eventualy return to this story and complete it, I just hope it doesn't turn into a break that ends with the story being abandoned as some stories i've read have happen to them.
Poison God's Heritage
Eastern · Biako