Chapter 193
Parvati even felt a kind of "jealousy" towards the present-day Kama.
"I won't leave." Parvati straightened her clothes and took a step back. "I still want to be with that Wrathful Lord. I still want to wait for my father and uncles to return and bless me at the wedding..."
Kama looked at Parvati and suddenly smiled.
She doesn't plan to persuade him a third time.
"Sati," Kama spoke.
This may be the last time she addresses Parvati in this way, without looking up to her or mocking her from a superior position.
It is an equal form of address between friends.
Parvati frowned.
Kama's composed demeanor made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"I wish you happiness." Kama smiled and stepped back, then waved goodbye.
She turned around and walked out of the city without looking back.
However, at the city gate, a white-haired ascetic emerged, carrying a wooden staff and a water jug.
He stood right in front of Kama.
—The Ant-hill Immortal.
Not all immortals went to the battlefield with Daksha.
The Ant-hill Immortal has disappeared from Hebe, and after his teacher went on a disheartened journey, his influence greatly diminished. Even within the entire immortal community, he is not well-liked.
So much so that when Daksha led the immortals on a team-building trip, he deliberately ignored and neglected them.
But now, he has become an obstacle in Kama's path.
"You are... Kama," the Ant-hill Immortal said in a flat tone. "I know you, a commoner who once studied at night school for a few years."
He reached into the kettle and scooped up some water.
"Breaking into the temple, disrupting the ceremony, and taking the bride... these are unforgivable crimes!" The Ant-hill Immortal suddenly glared angrily and splashed water at Kama. "I curse you!"
However, even faster than him was a bright green wooden staff.
The wooden staff flew out of Kama's palm and slammed hard into the Ant-hill Immortal's chest and arms.
His arms snapped instantly, his chest caved in, and he flew dozens of meters away.
A calm voice rang in the ears of the Ant-hill Immortal.
"I curse you to be utterly forgotten."
As for the water he splashed, it vanished into nothingness amidst the flames rising from Kama's body.
The Ant-hill Immortal collapsed to the ground, his expression filled with fear. "Why you, Pi...?"
Before he could finish speaking, his expression changed again, his eyes widening in anger. "You trespassed into the sacrificial hall and disrupted the ceremony..."
Then, his tone became flat. "I know you, you're a commoner—"
Within a few breaths, the Ant-hill Immortal's memories were forgotten for decades.
Kama reached out and caught the falling staff, and she walked freely out of Mohenjo-daro.
Behind her, the grumbling Ant-hill Immortal was struggling to put his hands together, as if bowing to his teacher from his memories.
The problem was that the Ant-hill Immortal's arms were all broken, making the bowing process very difficult.
Fortunately, he quickly forgot about that step and started jumping around happily at the city gate.
266 Hey friend, a flood of Trojan viruses is coming in behind you!
Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain, Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave.
Beneath the Bodhi Tree, Hebe sat serenely atop the clouds.
A mirror, as bright as the moon, hung in front of her, reflecting the scene inside and outside the city of Mohenjo-daro.
Whether they were apprentices in Western Europe or sorcerers in Cathay, they all possessed this minor magic that allowed them to glimpse distant scenes through a medium.
Some of them relied on sanctified crystal balls, some observed calm water surfaces, and some caressed mirrors with ritualistic power... In short, the symbols upon which these spells relied were all within Mr. Day's domain of lamps.
Hebe's magic is a variant she developed herself, combining the "Round Light Technique" of Cathay, the "Magic Mirror" of Western Europe, and also copying some of the "Water Mirror" series of spells from her Royal Sister.
Although the ability to "predict future fortunes and misfortunes" has been lost, the ability to spy on others has been fully developed.
After conquering the Atlantis Lostbelt, Hebe received a blessing known as the Crown of Remus.
[Crown of Remus - You can now create your own Secret Teachings Sorcery using language]
Note that the more powerful and historical a language is, the stronger the efficacy of Secret Teachings Sorcery, and the more difficult the research process becomes.
Note! The deeper your understanding of the civilization that uses this language, the longer the effects of Secret Teachings Sorcery will last, and the simpler the research process will be.
The "Forgetfulness Curse" that previously cursed the Ant-hill Immortal is one such curse.
Its inspiration came from a popular literary work in Hebe's previous life.
Hebe developed many such self-created spells. Some could be taught to others, while others could not.
Relying on the independent server of Fangcun Mountain, Hebe tested the waters and the curse's power was incredibly strong.
"A word spoken is as clear as black ink..." The girl sitting under the Bodhi Tree had a deep gaze. "No wonder the immortals are so captivated by this sense of omnipotence."
Watching the cursed being beg for forgiveness, unable to live or die, and forced to kneel before you, would be addictive for anyone.
Hebe turned his gaze to the civilians who had fled in all directions.
A small number of civilians ran towards this direction.
Hebe was not surprised, after all, the surrounding waters were getting bigger and bigger during her cultivation.
The lake is divided into inner and outer sections by a white mist. The inner section is elusive, but the outer section is also a fertile place for life and reproduction.
With the fall of Mohenjo-daro, the spark of civilization will eventually be rekindled among these Asura who will be regarded as "Dalit" in the future.
However, what the spark will look like by then is no longer up to the other immortals to criticize.
There are mountains in the lake, and immortals dwell on those mountains.
Hebe imagined this wonderful scene and couldn't help but hum softly.
The clouds and mist rippled in the distance.
Upon returning to Fangcun Mountain, Kama immediately saw Hebe with a pleasant expression.
"World Honored One."
Kama blinked her bright eyes, smiled, held the emerald green staff in her palm, and then raised both hands.
Hebe reached out and grabbed the wooden staff, which fell back into his palm.
He casually struck three Taiping Wen Shu into his staff, Hebe tossed them out, where they transformed into a wondrous white deer.
A look of surprise flashed in Kama's eyes upon seeing this.
"World Honored One, does she have a name?"
Hebe's gaze shifted between the white deer and Kama: "No, if you want to get closer to it, you can give it a nickname."
No matter how wondrous the White Deer Staff may seem, in Hebe's eyes it was merely a strange object, ultimately just a tool.
Some newcomers to the mystical world often think that owning a "spiritual" tarot deck, an "activated" crystal ball, or a "self-aware" pendulum is a cool thing, and they are even willing to pay a lot of material price for it.
But doing so often brings their owners not benefits, but disaster.
Those that inhabit it are either malevolent spirits of the wasteland or uninvited summons; even if it is a spirit that an apprentice unintentionally and spontaneously awakens, it will have uncontrollable effects after the ritual is performed...
Ultimately, if you really love pets, making a pact with the spirits of the wasteland, or simply getting a cat or dog... would be more cost-effective than bringing tools to life.
Of course, Hebe's situation is special. She is both so dark that no spirit responds to the summons, and her status is high enough to suppress the activated tools.
Huh? Could it be because my status is too high that the spirits don't dare to respond to me?
Hebe looked at Kama, who was playing with the white deer, and a strange thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
"No, that can't be... Generally speaking, when a high-ranking ascendant holds a ceremony, shouldn't everyone respond to their call?"
Shaking her head to shake off the strange associations in her mind, Hebe turned her gaze back to the moon-like mirror.
"Ant-hill Immortal! Ant-hill Immortal!"
Kashyapa Immortal ran over, wanting to help the Ant-hill Immortal, who was rolling on the ground nursing, up, but the latter kicked him in the chest, leaving him breathless.
"Great Immortal Kashyapa! Give up." The fat man holding the earthen pipa shook his head from the side. "The cursed one's magic power far surpasses yours and mine. The Maya Illusionary Power required to save the Ant-hill Immortal is enough to cultivate ten new immortals!"
Kashyapa squatted on the ground, extremely anxious. "But the following Vedic Age was dominated by the Ant-hill Immortal!"
This was a mutual agreement among the thirty-odd immortals.
Daksha assured that the following Vedic Age would be dominated by the Ant-hill Immortal.
In exchange for this, the teacher of the Ant-hill Immortal — the Bhrigu Immortal, one of the Seven Great Immortals Sages—withdrew from the center of power and began to wander around Bharata.
Even though Dasha is dead now, and half of the immortals who witnessed the covenant are also dead, the covenant will remain valid forever as long as the Pure Land server exists.
This is a solemn oath that the immortals made to the world itself!
The Bhrigu Immortal agreed to this condition out of desperation; Hebe's sudden disappearance left him in an extremely passive position.
His faction's status and influence are declining, and it's safe to say that he's destined to lose his dominance in the era of Dharma.
Since that's the case, it's better to sacrifice the pawns to save the king and firmly grasp the dominant power in the Vedic Age!
But the problem is, how can a fool who has forgotten all the Vedic Scriptures and lost all his memories of spiritual practice lead the next era and record the history of this era?
Even so, Kashyapa Immortal did not consider how to deal with the Ant-hill Immortal.
Putting aside the original covenant that ensured the survival of the Ant-hill Immortal, even without the covenant, killing an immortal would still incur the "great sin of Brahminicide"!
In Hebe's understanding, the so-called "crime of Brahminicide" was actually the sudden loss of maintenance of the code that the immortals had painstakingly built up, so they blamed the murderer for all the subsequent malicious bugs.
Of course, Hebe need not worry about the so-called "crime of Brahminicide".
—What does the bug in Shangri-La, the Snow Mountain Pure Land, have to do with my Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain?
Trojans, Panda Burning Incense, worm viruses... just let them in openly and that's it!
The Bewitching Immortal plucked his pipa twice. "Alas, Kashyapa Immortal, what does it matter?"
"The Ant-hill Immortal is still alive, isn't he?"
Kashyapa Immortal, who was usually slow to react, seemed to have his Three Channels and Seven Chakras opened up at this moment, and his mind was filled with flashes of inspiration.
'Yes, the Ant-hill Immortal is alive. In name, he still holds the reins of the next era... but the true command can be anyone, of course, it could be me!'
Kashyapa Immortal was unaware that in Cathay this tactic was called "holding the Son of Heaven hostage to command the feudal lords," a fact recorded in ancient historical books such as the "Romance of the Eastern Zhou Kingdoms" and the "Records of the Three Kingdoms."
But this did not prevent Kashyapa Immortal from thinking that his move was extremely ingenious.
Thinking of this, the Kashyapa Immortal quickly summoned several Kshatriya guards and swiftly carried the Ant-hill Immortal to a secluded house by the roadside for temporary accommodation.
Yes, although the Vedic Age had not yet arrived, the priests had already completed their self-transformation and become Brahmin.
The guards and soldiers who served them were also promoted to Kshatriya.
The Brahmin commanded the Kshatriya, who fantasized about enjoying the offerings of Shudra Vaishya and Kshatriya... but reality was far from their imagination.
When the Kshatriya arrogantly kicked open the doors of roadside houses, intending to announce the demotion of the commoners' families to Vaishya or Shudra, they found one empty house after another with bare walls.
No... then who will provide us with the slaves, money, and land we lack?
Some of the loyal Kshatriya returned to their masters with grim expressions, while others immediately began to Kshatriya.
At this point, the Brahmin had not yet completed the full Brahmanization ceremony, nor could they curse others—this power was still in the hands of a few sages.
The scene was chaotic for a while, until Kullong led the Aryans into the city.
Along the way, Kullong, who had barely managed to maintain his humanity, began to have his Beast Lord nature constantly resurface and retaliate.
He was also unable to control the bloodthirsty beasts under his command.
These Aryans didn't care about Kshatriya or Brahmin... anyone who stood in their way was swiftly and decisively killed with their swords.
Their killing spree was concise, violent, and methodical, resembling both beasts and machines.