Chapter 194

The people who were clamoring and looting just a moment ago were now quickly turned into puddles of steaming flesh and blood on the ground... and the Aryans' feet trod through the muddy flesh and blood as they walked toward the central temple of Mohenjo-daro.

Kashyapa Immortal was pale. He turned his head and saw that the Bewitching Immortal's expression was also not good.

The fat man stared at the blood and filth on the ground, then suddenly turned around and lay down by the roadside, retching repeatedly.

After he finished vomiting, the first thing he said when he got up was to insult Dasha.

"That idiot Bharata, what Mohenjo-daro!"

"If you hadn't deliberately led them on a long detour, Narada Immortal, the tragedy would have been ten or even nine times worse... Sage, you don't need to blame yourself for this," Kashyapa Immortal comforted him.

"Thank you, Kashyapa Immortal," the fat man said. "But wrong is wrong. I helped the Aryans, and now I'm partly responsible for this slaughter. Even if these Brahmin and Kshatriya deserve to die, they shouldn't be slaughtered in this way..."

The Narada Immortal suddenly stopped speaking, his gaze hesitant as he looked around at the empty rooms.

If the sudden massacre of these people was wrong, then what about the warriors whom Dasha personally sent to the battlefield and then sent to hell...?

For some reason, the Kashyapa Immortal noticed that the usually cheerful and chubby fat man in front of him was now ashen-faced and trembling uncontrollably.

The Bewitching Immortal suddenly turned around, grabbed Kashyapa's hand, and looked at him with icy eyes.

"Kashyapa, you must promise me. After everything is over, you must hold a ceremony to commemorate all the dead."

"I certainly will," Kashyapa said earnestly, "All the Brahmin and Kshatriya who have perished today..."

"Who told you it was just these people?" Narada Immortal shouted. "There are also those warriors who were killed by Daksha!"

Kashyapa also shuddered. He still didn't quite understand what the fat man in front of him was doing, but that didn't stop him from temporarily backing down.

After all, the Bewitching Immortal in front of him was already visibly enraged—what if he cursed him or something?

"That's not enough, you have to swear an oath!"

Kashyapa had no choice but to do as he was told.

After he finished making his vow, he saw the Bewitching Immortal smiling and bowing to him with his hands clasped together, "Homage to the merciful immortal Kashyapa."

"Damn it..." Kashyapa's fist hardened.

He began to understand Daksha's anger back then.

The Bewitching Immortal glanced at Kashyapa's clenched fist and quickly interjected, "Oh dear, it's almost time. Parvati and the Wrathful Lord's marriage is about to begin!"

Kashyapa Immortal was immediately startled.

Yes, now Dasha and the other immortals are all dead, and the Ant-hill Immortal has become a disabled fool.

In other words, it's time for these two immortals to take the stage and preside over the ceremony!

By the time the two immortals arrived at the scene, Kullong had already stepped down from the lotus-like blue flames, leaving a trail of blazing footprints on the temple floor.

Even though it was deliberately suppressed, the small blue flames still rose and burned between the footprints, raising the temperature of the entire temple considerably.

Parvati stared wide-eyed at Kullong, who was disheveled and twice her height.

What terrified her was not only the image of Kullong, but also the Aryans who surrounded the temple, their swords and spears still dripping with blood.

Fear and regret flashed through her mind.

The words that Kama spoke are being verified one by one.

But Parvati felt no guilt toward Kama at this moment; instead, she felt much resentment.

She resented Kama for not being more forceful in taking her away, for not giving herself another chance... But in the end, all the resentment, regret, and fear were suppressed deep within Parvati's heart, leaving only the resolute expression of the daughter of the Lord on her face.

Once a promise is made, there is no going back.

— Kama has her freedom, and Sati has her own enlightenment.

Parvati reached out and lifted the wreath, which was already somewhat deformed from being squeezed.

She was prepared to be subjected to violence by Kullong, but she wasn't.

The Wrathful Lord, whose face occasionally flashed with madness, actually lowered his head and allowed Parvati to place the garland around his neck.

Just as the two immortals were about to step forward to perform the subsequent blessing steps, they saw Kullong turn his head stiffly, with blue flames dancing in his pure white pupils.

Kullong's voice was hoarse. "How much longer... will the subsequent ceremonies take?"

"It will take about six hours!" said the Kashyapa Immortal.

"Cancel everything," Kullong coldly ordered. "Go straight to the final ascension ceremony."

Kashyapa Immortal shuddered silently.

He guessed that Kullong could no longer control his mad, bestial nature.

"Yes Kashyapa Immortal clasped his hands together. "Praise be to the Three-Eyed Lord!"

Parvati watched this scene unfold with a pale face.

267. Grasp with both hands

First came the flower petals. Then the spices. Next came the blood of the ascetics.

The ceremony was compressed to an extremely simple level, and as the flames turned grayish-green, it signified that the Side Gate to the wasteland had been opened.

The wasteland is a more metaphysical reality.

Ascetics and immortals would drink Soma wine, ignite certain herbs, and meditate to allow their spirits to enter the wasteland.

This method was relatively safer and more systematic... Even thousands of years later, apprentices were still visiting the wasteland through dreams.

However, there are also more direct and more dangerous methods.

These methods are often tantamount to suicide, such as setting oneself on fire.

Those who commit suicide by walking into a fire will, in most cases, turn into a pool of ashes that are not so noble.

Such rituals are usually only used in dire circumstances—mutual destruction, or ascension.

Kullong stepped into the fire first, followed by Parvati. It took four strong servants to hold her hands and feet down before they together pushed the daughter of the Lord into the flames.

The process was anything but dignified; no one paid attention to her wails and murmurs.

The servants still wore their blessing smiles, the soldiers still stood expressionless, leaning on their weapons, Kashyapa Immortal shook his hand drum, completely immersed in the ritual.

Only the Narada Immortal showed reluctance, but since things had come to this point, he was powerless to do anything but look at Parvati struggling in the fire.

Parvati writhed in agony within the sacrificial fire, her voice growing weaker as flames poured into her throat as if they were living things.

The sages sang songs of blessing, the soldiers took up their weapons and smashed them to the ground, and the servants sprinkled spices and flower petals into the flames... From then on, Bharata would have a new custom: after her husband died, the wife should throw herself into the fire to commit suicide, only then would it be considered sacred.

Before Hebe, the mirror, as bright as the moon, suddenly spun around her body and flew high behind her head.

The following scenes cannot be explored or viewed.

No one should look directly at God, let alone two rulers—even if they are incapacitated.

Of course, with Hebe's extensive knowledge, she could naturally deduce what was happening in the wasteland.

"After Kullong steps into the wasteland, he will immediately revert to his Wrathful Lord form. He naturally corresponds to the August Archon, the Wrathful Wolf."

And Parvati... she probably corresponds to the Fisher King April Archon.

Hebe frowned slightly. "What are these two leaders planning to do?"

The ruling powers cannot be united because they each hold their own Golden Truth.

Take the Duke of Sighs, the December Archon, as an example. His Golden Truth represents "a certain future that the world will present"; or, in other words, a silent world that will inevitably come under the will of the Duke of Sighs.

Similarly, Hebe, who June Archon and was unaware of the complete Golden Truth, could perceive it through the Leviathan.

The Golden Truth of Pearl, June Archon, is probably some kind of obsession with redeeming everything and relieving suffering. In other words, under Pearl's will, the world will surely become Paradise.

The wills of the twelve Wasteland Governor are in conflict with each other, occasionally cooperating but mostly at odds.

The present world after World War II is a testament to the overwhelming Golden Truth of the September Archon, Celestial Flint, over other ruling parties.

If two Golden Truth of governance can be fully combined, they will be irresistibly integrated into one—a new ruler will be born.

Hebe couldn't figure out what the Fisher King and the Wolf wanted to do. The worst possibility was that after they merged into one, Eris would be born again from within them.

"No, that shouldn't be possible." Hebe frowned. "If Eris dares to appear at this time, the Gatekeeper of the October Governor will be able to locate Him immediately through Greek mythology."

Given that the wrecked wolf was present, Scar Father, February Archon, would not let this good opportunity pass by.

At that time, it won't just be the Aryans invading Bharata.

Alexander the Great: What, thinking about me...?

Hebe clasped her hands together, tapping the back of her left hand with her right fingers. With this small gesture, her turbulent thoughts gradually calmed down.

She stretched out her hand and waved it into the distance.

The clouds and mist outside Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain began to swirl again, completely sealing off the area.

Regardless of the intentions of those in power, as long as she doesn't look, listen, or perceive them, she won't be affected by external changes.

In the next instant, the entire Fangcun Mountain began to shake violently. Ancient trees snapped in half, cracks burst open in the rocks, the clear spring water stopped flowing, and large pieces of rock began to fall off... But what was most terrifying was the strange phenomenon that appeared in the sky above Fangcun Mountain.

—The clouds began to rotate uncontrollably counterclockwise.

Gradually, the clouds split into two layers, one above the other, the other inside and out. They chased each other, tore at each other, and became entangled.

"World Honored One!" Kama was thrown to the ground by the sudden tremor.

However, she saw that the immortal sitting under the Bodhi Tree still had a calm and serene expression, as if this was just an ordinary little thing.

As if hearing her call, the immortal slowly opened his eyes.

"No need to worry," Hebe said.

Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain is situated on the boundary between the real world, dreams, and the wasteland, so even with prior preparations, it will still be affected.

This continuous oscillation lasted for a full five minutes before the clouds in the sky finally stopped swirling and suddenly loosened up like a rope stretched to its limit.

The terrible changes in the wasteland have ended, but the aftershocks will not stop there.

Hebe tapped his fingers incessantly, estimating the approximate time.

This upheaval is like the tide, with its highs and lows. Hebe now wants to take advantage of the lull in the tide to observe what changes have taken place in the wasteland!

Finally, after about twelve breaths, Hebe estimated a "safe" period of time.

Given her position, she should be able to obtain the information she desires during this period!

"Come!"

Hebe held her hands with her palms facing upwards and her head slightly raised.

A round disc, like a bright moon, appeared behind her head and spun around to her face like a shooting star.

The first breath.

Hebe's gaze swept across Bharata's world like Clairvoyance.

With that one glance, Hebe was certain that the "Vedic Age" had truly arrived.

Because a snow-capped mountain is rising in the north—that is Shangri-La, Snow Mountain Pure Land that should be in the wilderness!

Now that it has appeared in the mortal world, it means that the boundary between the wasteland and the present world will become ambiguous.

And along with this change, the topography of the Bharata world also underwent a dramatic transformation.

The second breath.

Hebe's gaze was fixed on the summit of the snow-capped mountain!

The moment her gaze fell upon the Snow Mountain Pure Land, a deluge of information flooded into Hebe's mind like a tidal wave.

Snap!

Hebe's upward-pointing left hand instantly flipped over, her fingertips naturally drooping down to touch the dark green tabletop.

A new card slowly emerged.

— [The Skygazing Technique]!

This is about the study of stars and celestial phenomena! In the wasteland world, the stars symbolize those who prove the Golden Truth and Eternals, while the most brilliant stars represent those who govern.

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