Chapter 211

Sita wasn't afraid. She chuckled and reached out to knead the white clouds, watching them swirl around her.

But the clouds drifted away again.

Call--

A cool breeze blew by, Sita's mind cleared instantly.

She looked up and saw the stone tablet standing right in front of her.

Under the Bodhi Tree, Kama hesitated as he looked at his hands.

After a while, she gently reached out, wanting to hook the tip of Hebe's pert nose.

Fortunately, she changed her target halfway through and touched Hebe's cheek with her fingertips.

"World Honored One..."

In Kama's dark red eyes surged something called desire, and she greedily reached out her hand.

But when she touched the girl's cheek and long hair on her lap, she was so devout and careful, as if she were paying homage to the most precious treasure in the world.

Over this long period of time, she was no longer the commoner's daughter of Mohenjo-daro.

The knowledge and scriptures she learned and mastered were already no less than those of the Ant-hill Immortal of the past.

But when she gazed at Hebe's face, looking at her long, flowing eyebrows and her long, slightly trembling eyelashes, it was as if she were looking at a scripture that could never be finished.

She recalled Hebe's deep, calm eyes, as if she could see the ever-flowing sun and moon.

Kama gazed intently and longingly at the Lord in her heart, and suddenly she saw the sun and moon, which had been temporarily hidden behind the clouds, shine again.

Hebe opened her eyes.

She didn't notice the panic on Kama's face, but instead sat up as if against gravity and patted Kama on the shoulder.

"What a good night's sleep."

Hebe smiled as if he had foreseen this, saying, "Kama, go quickly to the mountain gate to greet the guests; an old friend has arrived."

The demon quickly stood up, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect to Hebe, and then floated away without touching the ground.

It's unclear whether she was trying to fulfill Hebe's instructions or trying to hide the blush that was about to burst from her face.

Sita stared blankly at the stone tablet and reached out to touch it.

She could clearly recognize every single character; the strokes were like swords and spears, yet also carried the vastness and ceaselessness of rivers.

Sita was suddenly struck by a sense of absurdity: God, you must be mistaken.

I should be a child enjoying a wonderful life in Cathay, how could I have been reborn into the body of this Bharata dead man!

This sense of disorientation was fleeting, but it planted a seed in Sita's heart.

She snapped out of her daze and saw a woman with an enviable figure standing not far away.

Sita gazed intently at Kama, looking at the woman whose limbs were clear as if transparent void, and whose body was surrounded by bluish-purple flames.

She should, of course, not know the latter. Yet, a sense of familiarity still arose within her.

Sita opened his mouth as if to say something.

Kama had already recognized the little girl in front of him; she was the Lingzhuzi that Hebe had given him years ago.

But she didn't say anything, she just smiled to herself.

"The World Honored One summoned me to welcome an old friend." Kama deliberately raised his chin. "It seems it is you."

Sita blinked.

This woman with big breasts is so annoying.

But why do I feel an irresistible urge to get close to her and throw myself into her arms when I look at her?

Sita did not dare to say these words aloud.

If you have a data view, you can see the pink text "Favorability +10" constantly appearing Sita's head.

Kama saw that the little girl in front of him did not react. He wanted to tease her, but he was afraid that Hebe would get impatient.

"Come with me."

Kama turned around abruptly and drifted away into the distance.

Sita stuck out his tongue at her departing figure, made a face, and then quickly caught up with Kama.

The two walked through the various buildings Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave, and just as they were about to pass through the last door, Kama suddenly disappeared.

A mist had risen around them again, seemingly out of nowhere. Sita stared blankly at the ever-growing lintel in the sky.

Above the door was still the same calligraphy she had seen before, with its iron hooks and silver strokes.

——"The Great Void Illusionary Realm".

In other words, this place is fake?

"Ha, it's not fake."

But then Kama, who had been missing before, reappeared from the clouds and pushed them without saying a word.

Sita's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground.

—Oh, how could this big-breasted woman be so naughty!

Before she could think too much, she heard the rustling of pages turning in front of her, and countless scenes, words, and thoughts appeared before her eyes like a long river.

Beyond the clouds and mist, beneath the Bodhi Tree.

Hebe looked at the halo that appeared in his palm, and Sita sitting in the halo in a daze, and a somewhat wicked smile appeared on his face.

Didn't the sages want to dominate the Vedic Age?

Wasn't Eris lurking in some corner of history?

Okay, then I'll spoil the whole Ramayana for the protagonist!

Since Rama, who has already been reincarnated, will not follow the original script anyway, this old script might as well make the most of its remaining energy.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like an extremely long lifetime.

Hebe finally turned her hand over.

The round light flipped over.

Sita flew out of her palm and fell to the ground.

The girl blinked, and her eyes began to refocus.

In my line of sight, a girl with long flaxen hair and deep green eyes like jewels came into view.

The obnoxious big-breasted woman from before was now standing quietly to the side.

Strangely Sita, even though Sita had clearly decided to be angry, he just couldn't bring himself to hate Kama.

"Are you the Patriarch Bodhi?" Sita blinked.

"As you can see, it is indeed me," Hebe said with a smile. "But as for you, should I call you Sita or Rama?"

"That name sounds familiar... but why is it Rama? Shouldn't I be Rama's future wife? Can I still choose my own identity?"

Sita opened her mouth in a daze, but tears welled up involuntarily from the corners of her eyes.

She felt a strong surge of emotion welling up from the depths of her heart.

"You can," Hebe said. "The established epic has been destroyed and rewritten. You can choose to become Sita, to grow up as an ordinary Bharata girl."

"But you can also take up Rama's mandate," Hebe continued, "Inherit the kingdom that is rightfully yours, finish the work that is rightfully yours, and die like a hero."

"You can choose to be anyone."

The voice of the celestial being drifted into Sita's ears.

With that sound, the memories etched deep within the spirit body surfaced.

—The memories of the "past life" are too faint, but the destiny represented by the name "Rama" is too heavy.

According to the principle of reversion, Sita is Rama, Rama is Sita.

Sita has now come to realize this.

She looked up and blinked. "Can I choose both?"

Above the clouds, Hebe burst into laughter.

"Yes, of course!" Hebe laughed. "But, my child, the price will be heavy. You may deeply regret your words today in the future."

"I will not regret it," Sita said defiantly.

"Even if it means death?" Hebe asked.

"Then I'm not afraid!" Sita answered loudly.

Hebe chuckled softly, as if she could see a chess piece crawling onto the board.

She pointed at Sita and smiled at Kama: Look, another child as "fearless" as you were back then.

Kama pursed his lips and turned his head away without making a sound.

Naturally, Seddar was Sita of their conversation, and Hebe simply chuckled.

"Since you possess such heroic spirit, that's a wonderful thing. In that case, why don't you come to the mountains once a month to learn some skills and become my apprentice? How about that?"

"I do! I do!"

Hebe then reached out and caught the cloud that had been playing with Sita outside the mountain gate in an instant.

Without her making any move, the clouds were shaped into a long ribbon.

"When an apprentice becomes a disciple, there should be some gifts." Hebe flicked his finger.

The long ribbon flew to Sita's side, gently wrapping around her waist and circling behind her head like clouds.

The clouds parted and the fog dissipated.

Sita stood there, stunned, by the lake.

Hanuman was startled. "Why did you suddenly...?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Hanuman saw the cloud-like ribbons wrapped around Sita's body and knew that she had indeed met the patriarch.

The plain-colored cloud-like ribbons slowly turned golden-red, Sita played with the ribbons, which seemed to be alive, and couldn't put them down.

Hanuman was green with envy.

This is a magical treasure! Not the Brahma Artifact of those "immortals," but a treasure personally crafted by the patriarch.

But he quickly regained his composure and told Sita to hide the treasure well and not to show it to others.

In Fangcun Mountain, under the Bodhi Tree.

Hebe looked at Sita, who was playing with the ribbons, and shook her head with a smile.

Every gift comes at a price.

Her gaze shifted to the other side.

And so, in the blink of an eye, spring came and autumn went.

This was the year Sita fifteen.

On the Kurukshetra, the seemingly invincible gray-robed sage finally rose again.

The Immortal Zhongyou gripped the wooden staff with his remaining hand and looked around.

Then, as if sensing something, it walked towards the village outside Fangcun Mountain.

Hebe's face was no longer blank; she solemnly raised her hand.