Chapter 190

The Wrathful Lord, seated atop the flames, raised his hand. His pure white eyes revealed no emotion, but the third eye, which slowly opened between his brows, spewed forth flames even more intense than before.

In any case, Kama is prey of the Wrathful Lord. He may not take the flesh and blood of his prey, but he cannot accept it being taken away by another opponent.

As flames erupted from the third eye between his eyebrows, the Wrathful Lord raised his hand.

He hurled the trident, which had pierced through the two corpses, toward Fangcun Mountain in the sky!

In Fangcun Mountain, under the Bodhi Tree.

Hebe stared at the flickering card representing Kamadiya on the dark green table.

She was certainly not afraid of Kullong's attack; it was practically a guaranteed win, but whether it would be a small win, a big win, or a complete victory was the question.

How to win gracefully, how to win with extraordinary demeanor?

When Hebe saw this group of Aryans, she already knew the answer in her heart.

She raised her hand and placed her fingers between her eyebrows.

An invisible crown slowly appeared above her head.

This was a blessing she had rarely used since the settlement of the Egyptian Lostbelt, but it was extremely appropriate at this moment.

[The Demon Lord's Authority —In this era, it no longer possesses the authority to command others, but it allows you to maintain noble freedom before any form of royal or Divine Authority.]

Sarkaz, Sarkaz.

Whose grace brought them back from the dead, escaped the desert, and fled from tyranny?

Suddenly, a human-like brilliance shone in Kullong's pale eyes.

The trident immediately went out of control and flew into the Fangcun Mountain, where it could not be found.

But Kullong didn't care about that; he simply knelt devoutly before the sky and prayed in the ancient Sarkaz language:

"?——"

"Praise be to the uncrowned World Honored One, who saves all my people from the Sea of Suffering. He manifests the supreme state of tranquility and dwells in the lotus of the mortal world."

"This is the supreme ruler, praising the first guide. He dispels all suffering in the world, the supreme protector of the world!"

Praise be to the Lord Narayana!

As Kullong's voice boomed, hymns began to rise from the Aryan army. They did not sing around any banner, but instead clasped their hands together.

"Praise Narayana, praise be to Narayana, who pacifies all calamities and delivers from all suffering."

"The uncrowned king, the first guide, the all-knowing teacher, who knows everything."

"Praise be to Narayana, praise Narayana, whose grace is like the Azure Sky, which selflessly cover all things."

"Her long hair was like a blue cloud, her beauty was unparalleled, she was loved by all, and she had the eyes of a blue lotus."

"If a practitioner meditates and sees the World Honored One, praises Narayana, and eliminates all suffering."

"The protector of all beings, there is only this Lord in the world, praise to Narayana! Praise to Narayana!"

Narayana? How could it be Narayana?

Dasha looked at Fangcun Mountain in the clouds with a mixture of confusion and resentment.

He knew that in the language of these Aryans, the word Narayana meant "mentor" or "guide".

The four banners revered by these Aryans were actually their four kings.

The oldest one to date is that white banner. It symbolizes Indra, the Exile.

The youngest and largest of all is the dark blue banner. It symbolizes Kullong the Wrathful Lord.

But the Progenitor Daksha knew that before the four Lords, there was an uncrowned king, and it was precisely because he was uncrowned that he was called the World Honored One.

The term Narayana is originally a pronoun referring to the World Honored One.

But shouldn't he have died long ago? How could he appear in Bharata?!

They're playing tricks and fabricating stories!

Things were gradually slipping out of his control, and Dasha could no longer tolerate it.

The Progenitor Daksha pulled up the Kashyapa Immortal was still praising him.

To mask his panic, he cried out, "That's the devil! He has bewitched the Wrathful Lord and taken Kama away. By the time the Wrathful Lord realizes what's happening, it will be too late!"

"Fellow immortals! Give me your magical power!"

All seventeen immortals, except for Kashyapa was a little slower to react, stretched out their palms and pointed them toward the Progenitor Daksha.

"Progenitor Daksha, I bless you!"

A vast amount of magical power surrounded Dasha, and for a moment he felt omnipotent.

Indeed, this is true. In the land of Bharata, whoever possesses the immense Maya Illusionary Power has the power to change the world.

In later generations, immortals could even recreate stars in the sky through massive sacrifices.

Daksha is still missing Kashyapa's blessing, but Daksha, blinded by his sense of omnipotence, no longer regards a mere sage.

He raised his left arm to his chest, and his right hand was raised high above his head, with semi-illusory lightning and colorful clouds even wrapped around his fingers.

"Patriarch Bodhi!"

I curse you! I curse you! I curse you!

Hebe had already taken Kama into his palm, raised an eyebrow with interest.

—User Progenitor Daksha is initiating a duel challenge?

Interesting.

Hebe had suffered enough from the immortals in the previous simulations, but when it came to actually conquering the Lostbelt, she had never truly faced off against them.

Hebe, now excited, grinned: This was her first magical duel as an "immortal," so she had to be a little serious.

Hebe raised her free left hand, flipped her palm, and slapped it down.

The Bodhi Tree swayed gently.

I curse you to—

Just as the curse of the Progenitor Daksha was about to be uttered, everything suddenly went black.

He found his perspective frozen, and what was gradually growing larger was the stone tablet in the clouds.

The moment the clouds and mist dissipated, the ten iron-hooked, silver-painted characters on the stone tablet magnified, piercing into the eyes of the Progenitor Daksha.

He was forced to understand the meaning of these ten characters: Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain, Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave.

The stone tablet continues to grow larger.

Smack

Progenitor Daksha felt a crisp sound coming from the top of his head. What was that sound?

He kept his hand raised, trying his best to widen his eyes.

Kashyapa Immortal finally realized that his father-in-law seemed to have asked him for help.

He quickly reached out his hand, intending to transfer Maya Illusionary Power to his father-in-law.

"Progenitor Daksha, I wish you... um?"

There was no response. The Progenitor Daksha did not accept the illusory power he had sent.

It's as if he has been erased from the Snow Mountain Pure Land.

As unease arose in the heart of the Kashyapa Immortal, he saw the Progenitor Daksha, very slowly, withdraw his arm and laboriously clasp his hands together in front of his chest.

The Lord of Life, who had ruled Mahabharata the centuries, had his facial muscles and skin trembling as he struggled to move his lips, uttering a single word.

"Adjoin..."

What is Vi? Is it Vyasa or—

"Wet..."

As the second word was uttered, the two eyeballs of the Progenitor Daksha could no longer remain still. They joyfully broke free from their sockets and transformed into two small birds with tender yellow beaks and claws and white feathers in mid-air, then flew away.

Dasha's fontanelle looked like a teapot lid blown off by steam, flying high into the air and turning into a metallic color.

Hot, boiling blood, brain matter, and tissue fluid gushed out of the body of the Progenitor Daksha. They cooled rapidly and, under the influence of magic, transformed into pearls, gold, gems, and beautiful seashells.

Daksha is dead. Just moments before, he was full of vigor, ready to unleash the most vicious and intense curse upon the "Patriarch Bodhi" in the sky.

Now he is dead, a tragic and bizarre death!

The Kashyapa Immortal fell to the ground in terror, crying out as he looked around.

"The Ruin Immortal? The Divine Power Immortal? The Auspicious Light Immortal? The Immortal of Eternal Childhood?"

The immortals remained silent, extending their hands to bestow blessings.

Kashyapa Immortal's agonizing screams seemed to have flipped a switch, and changes began to occur in all the immortals.

The Ruin Immortal, who once unintentionally annihilated his maid into bones during meditation, now finds his clothes gradually seeping with corpse oil, no longer smooth and beautiful, with large amounts of filth beginning to emerge.

The Ruin Immortal looked anxious and uneasy, but he was unable to speak or run away.

The Divine Power Immortal, who always carried a bronze bell on his back to display his immense strength, began to sweat blood from his armpits. This blood and sweat gushed out from all parts of his body and flowed down in torrents.

*Thud. Divine Power Immortal's power vanished, and he was crushed to death by the bronze bell.

The radiant and captivating Auspicious Light Immortal, whose body was enveloped in heavenly light, let out a scream. The light around him was rapidly diminishing, and the magnificent crown on his head was beginning to wither and fall away.

The three immortals of eternal youth showed signs of weariness and exhaustion. Their bodies grew rapidly, yet aged just as quickly.

Immediately afterwards, the three immortals fell to the ground one after another and stopped breathing.

Kashyapa Immortal turned pale with fright.

"The Five Signs of Decay of an Immortal, this is the Five Signs of Decay of an Immortal..."

Even immortals have an end to their lifespan. When Maya Illusionary Power can no longer be increased through asceticism, their asceticism will generate karma.

When karma overwhelms illusion, the five signs of decay will appear.

The five signs of decay are: soiled clothes, withered hair, sweating under the armpits, foul body odor, and displeasure with one's seat.

The five signs of decline are: inability to hear music, dim body light, getting wet when exposed to water, clinging to external objects, and a weak body with blinking eyes.

Regardless of whether it is the major or minor Five Signs of Decay, they are all unusual phenomena that appear before immortals pass away!

Daksha died on the spot. These immortals were also implicated because they had lent their illusionary power to Daksha, which led to the five signs of decay of the gods!

"Great Kashyapa, save me! Save us!"

In the blink of an eye, these once radiant immortals fell into the mud, struggling on the ground more ferocious than demons.

Kashyapa was completely terrified and mentally unstable; the only thing in his mind was the half-sentence that Daksha had said before his death.

"Vishnu! It is Vishnu! It is Lord Vishnu ... The Dharma has arrived ahead of schedule, the Dharma has descended upon the Pure Land... Praise be to the World Honored One, praise be to the World Honored One Vishnu, praise be to Lord Narayana ..."

One hand grabbed Kashyapa's shoulder and lifted him off the ground.

Kashyapa Immortal turned his head and saw a plump face with a flower wreath around its neck.

"Narada Immortal?"

"I'm glad to see that the Kashyapa Immortal still recognizes me." The fat sage, who had just arrived on the battlefield, strummed his lyre. "What did you just say?"

"Praise be to the World Honored One Vishnu, praise be to the Lord Narayana?"

"Yes, yes, that's it!" the fat immortal laughed heartily. "Narayana, Narayana! Let's go, this pre-wedding farce should end, the real wedding is about to begin!"

As the fat sage spoke, Kullong, whose eyes were no longer clouded, finally appeared before the Kashyapa Immortal.

"Go to Mohenjo-daro."