Chapter 197

From his trembling chest came the sound of praise to Brahma.

The other immortals were speechless with astonishment.

—Wait, buddy, are you playing this hard?

What the hell do you want to do?!

Immediately, the other immortals couldn't sit still any longer, and they all urged the instigator, Immortal Jiyu, in various respectful but sarcastic ways.

"Just admit your mistake, it's not shameful. These Immortal Zhongyou are clearly here to fight you to the death. Everyone has descendants; if you kill a hundred of their sons at once, don't you think they'll retaliate against your sons?"

How could the Immortal Jiyu tolerate this? After all, he was one of the Seven Great Immortals, and even in the previous version, he was among the most honored in the sacrificial rites.

They've already changed the version, and they still want me to bow down? Wouldn't that be a pointless act of treason?

No, the Immortal Jiyu stubbornly refused.

Faced with questions from the other immortals, the Immortal Jiyu replied firmly, "This is a form of ascetic practice in accordance with the Dharma. The fact that you can endure this suffering shows that you have wisdom."

The other immortals all felt helpless and had a headache.

However, this stalemate cannot continue. On the one hand, these immortals have a simple sentiment of "being afraid that their brothers can endure hardship, but also afraid that their brothers can drive Land Rovers"; on the other hand, one-sided hard work will also create an imbalance.

Take the example of the Progenitor Daksha.

His karma, namely redundant data, bugs, and obsolete code, accounts for about 30%, while the remaining 70% is the Maya Illusionary Power he gained through ascetic practices.

This way, the two sides cancel each other out, leaving 40% of the computing power available for other tasks.

Now that you've only recently become an immortal, your karma is almost zero, and the computing power you've gained through arduous cultivation continues to grow...

We just replaced the codebase with a version update, do you really have to go through all this trouble?

In this situation, the Kashyapa Immortal, who claimed to be the lord of the Vedic Age, finally went to visit his friends at the urging of the other sages.

When the Kashyapa Immortal arrived at the Forest of Asceticism of the Immortal Zhongyou, it was already evening.

In later times, various religions and sects of Bharata developed similar precepts to "not eating after noon".

Of course, it is very difficult to follow this rule, so most people will find some meal replacements - that is, to crush nuts and cut fruit into pieces to make a thick drink.

This way, it neither violates the law nor does it fill one's stomach.

Of course, as a great master in the field of asceticism in the new era, Immortal Zhongyou would strictly abide by this rule.

When the Kashyapa Immortal entered the Forest of Asceticism, he saw the Immortal Zhongyou undergoing the third stage of their ascetic practice.

But then he saw his friends holding Lingam stone pillar as thick as a child's arm, and smashing it down on their groin with the force of wielding a vajra.

With each strike, the Immortal Zhongyou's body trembled, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat, clearly in great pain.

Even so, he continued to praise it.

"—Praise be to Shiva!"

Kashyapa felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle.

He could already sense the terrifying Maya Illusionary Power entwined around the Immortal Zhongyou.

More importantly, he had no way to stop the other immortal from his arduous cultivation.

Fortunately, the appearance of the Kashyapa Immortal made the group stop their arduous practice of smashing their groin.

The former king slowly raised his head, looked directly at Kashyapa with clear eyes, and clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect.

"Homage to the great Kashyapa."

"Honoring Immortal Zhongyou." Kashyapa Immortal did not dare to be negligent and quickly returned the greeting.

Unexpectedly, his friends shook their heads repeatedly, saying, "We are not immortals, and we dare not accept your courtesy."

"Ah?"

Kashyapa Immortal was taken aback. "That's not how it is. You have already received the Lord's approval and have become the first sage to achieve enlightenment from the Kshatriya. In other words, you are King Immortal."

"King Immortal ..." The Immortal Zhongyou nodded slightly. "And what kind of immortals are you, Immortal Jiyu?"

"We are Brahmin, so naturally we are Brahmin Immortal," the Kashyapa Immortal said slowly.

"Isn't King Immortal more noble than Brahmin Immortal?" a friend suddenly asked.

"That's not entirely true..." Kashyapa Immortal hesitated.

Since they are all immortals, they can do pretty much the same things.

Theoretically speaking, whether it is the Kshatriya -sama who has attained King Immortal, the Brahmin -Brahmin Immortal who has attained Brahmanship, or the Dwarf Immortal who will be used to incorporate the Vaishya and tribal peoples in the future, they are all equal and without superiority or inferiority.

But then again, if there really is no difference in rank or distinction, then why distinguish between different types of immortals?

When the others saw Kashyapa's hesitant expression, they knew the answer.

He smiled faintly and bowed respectfully, "Great Immortal, I already know the answer. It's because my arduous cultivation has not yet reached the standard. Now I will continue my arduous cultivation."

After saying this, he stopped talking to Kashyapa and returned to the forest to continue his ascetic practice of hitting his crotch with a stone pillar. This time, his chanting became even more intense.

"—Praise be to Shiva!"

Kashyapa Immortal felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew that his friends wanted to rise from Kshatriya to Brahmin, but in reality, what difference was there between the two?

The Immortal Zhongyou thought that elevating Brahmin was a very difficult task because he was unaware of the history of the Kshatriya. However, Kashyapa Immortal knew that as true conquerors and victors, the Aryans could become Brahmin or Brahmin as they wished!

All they need to do is make a vow to practice asceticism before the Wrathful Lord who is now Shiva!

Kashyapa Immortal departed hastily, and as night fell, the sacred forest returned to silence.

Hebe knew every word of his inner thoughts and his previous conversations with his friends.

"World Honored One, what are you looking at? Why are you laughing so happily?"

While kneading a chocolate ball, Kama asked Hebe, who was sitting under the Bodhi Tree watching the live stream.

Hebe lay on his cloud bed and heard Kama's question, so he moved the Great Radiant Light away from in front of him.

"I can't help but laugh when I see the immortals reaping what they sowed." Hebe propped his head up on his elbow, his right hand resting naturally on his knee. "Kama, how is the education of the tribes outside going?"

"That's good. They're already cultivating the land," Kama replied.

"Hmm..." Hebe remained noncommittal.

She didn't intend to replicate the appearance from her memory here exactly.

As for simply copying Cathay's political system? Hebe never even considered it.

Every era has its own tasks, and adapting to local conditions and following the times is the right approach. Taking too big a step can easily lead to disaster.

Kama finally finished kneading the bowl of chocolate balls, then stacked them into a tower on a plate and presented it to Hebe with both hands.

"World Honored One, please accept this offering."

Hebe looked at the stack of chocolate balls that resembled Ferrero Rocher chocolates, and her hand unconsciously reached out towards them.

The chocolate originated from the cocoa trees that Hebe planted in Fangcun Mountain. Of course, Kama's handmade chocolate balls differed quite a bit from those of later generations; her method was closer to a later Bharata traditional dessert called "Radu" balls.

The authentic way to make this dessert is to use flour as the main ingredient, fry it in ghee until golden brown, and finally add sugar and honey, shape it into balls, and let it cool.

The humor stems from the fact that in the Cathay dialect, "Laduqiu" sounds like "diarrhea ball." Many tourists in Cathay, unaware of this, experienced stomach upsets after eating this street food from Bharata.

It's hilarious.

But then again, at least in Fangcun Mountain, this dessert is considered clean and hygienic.

Kama smiled slightly as he watched Hebe chewing on the chocolate ball.

Hebe inadvertently caught a glimpse of Kama's eyes and felt a chill run down her spine: Could Kama be trying to tempt her into depravity with delicious food?

The desire for food and drink also falls within the realm of the Cup Principle!

Oh no, Kama's move was too deadly.

Thinking of this Hebe quickly put down the chocolate ball in her hand.

"World Honored One, what's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"

"No, I just remembered I had something important to do." Hebe sat up. "I just told you about how the immortals got what they deserved, which made me laugh. You remember, right?"

"Yes." Kama nodded, a faint flame burning in his eyes.

She will never forgive those immortals.

"Now, the opportunity for change is about to arrive." Hebe held up the halo, as if holding a bright moon in his arms.

She withheld so much of the immortals' arduous cultivation power, not for her own use.

Within the halo of light, the serene, closed-eye face of the Immortal Zhongyou was revealed.

"My Immortal Zhongyou... have you forgotten the hatred of our nation being destroyed, our soldiers being slaughtered, and our bloodline being wiped out?"

Hebe spoke calmly.

Her voice, after many twists and turns, became lofty and grand.

In the Forest of Asceticism, the faces of the Immortal Zhongyou revealed a deep-seated hatred.

He opened his mouth uncontrollably and uttered a hoarse voice. "No, I haven't forgotten for a single moment!"

"Excellent." Hebe nodded calmly, pouring all the intercepted Maya Illusionary Power into the minds of the Immortal Zhongyou!

After watching so many hardcore live streams, it would be reasonable to give some tips.

However, on the other hand, the money ultimately comes from the consumer.

The money Hebe spent on gifts was actually taken from the fairies.

"Aaaaaaahh..."

In the Forest of Asceticism, the immense illusory power began to spiral out of control. The group of friends let go of each other, covered their heads, and rolled on the ground, occasionally banging their heads against the tree trunks, leaving the entire Forest of Asceticism in a mess!

Yet, amidst the ruins of the Forest of Asceticism, the eyes of the friends shone as brightly as stars.

He felt that his soul had undergone a permanent change, and had formed a profound connection with the magnificent snow-capped mountain on the horizon.

The Immortal Zhongyou was unaware that he had already joined the ranks of the Seven Great Immortals.

He slowly released his grip, and the Lingam Stone Pillar fell to the ground.

The Immortal Zhongyou' feet left the ground, and they soared dozens of meters into the air!

This man, who was once Kshatriya, showed little joy on his face at this moment, only a calm as still water.

"I have received Shiva's blessing."

"I have been elevated from Kshatriya to Brahmin."

"I have become an immortal!"

It is neither Dwarf Immortal nor King Immortal, but the most sacred Brahmin Immortal!

The Immortal Zhongyou slowly descended back to the ground, and with a wave of their hands, restored the Forest of Asceticism to its original state.

What should we do next? That's right, we should hold a grand fire ceremony to announce our achievements to the world.

270 You fly! (Three-in-one)

Fire rituals have always been an important form of worship.

In large-scale sacrificial ceremonies, the identity and number of invited guests are also important criteria for evaluating the success of the ceremony.

Kashyapa Immortal could never have imagined that no sooner had he left than his Immortal Zhongyou had successfully joined the ranks of the Seven Immortals, becoming equals in rank.

The Immortal Zhongyou gradually calmed down, realizing they couldn't hide for long. So they summoned their son that very night and asked him to invite the kings of the surrounding countries to attend the grand event.

The Immortal Zhongyou are very clear about where their base of support is.

—Although he vowed to become Brahmin Immortal on the surface, when he actually became Brahmin Immortal, he did not feel any essential difference from before.

Thinking of this Immortal Zhongyou couldn't help but feel a secret resentment.

Fortunately, God Shiva bestowed grace and elevated him; otherwise, he would have suffered for hundreds of years and would surely have gone mad.

The Immortal Zhongyou is not afraid of arduous cultivation—this can be seen from the grueling tasks he undertakes.