Chapter 220

And what about you?

Gouwei asked eagerly.

"Rama must have already raised the Bow of Victory."

The immortal calmly replied, "So Ravana will continue to pursue me, but before that, I need to rest well."

"Once I've recovered my strength, Ravana will definitely not be able to catch up with me."

The voice of the Immortal Zhongyou was resolute, carrying an undeniable pride.

Before them stood a tall Phoenix Tree, with wisps of sunlight filtering through its leaves, bringing an inexplicable sense of peace and making them want to sit under the tree and rest.

Whether it was Zhongyou or Gouwei, everyone's faces showed an uncontrollable sense of relaxation and relief.

They approached slowly, only to find that someone was already sitting under the tree.

The white-haired, white-bearded old man raised his head, and a delicate bronze astrolabe rested on his knees.

"You've arrived."

The Bhrigu Immortal looked directly at his friends with his light blue eyes, and he was only speaking to them.

As for the Gouwei, it was completely ignored.

"Who are you..."

The Immortal Zhongyou frowned, feeling as if he were trapped in a vast cage.

"I am Bhārī. I created the first wheel in this world and established the Dharma of reincarnation for the land of Bharata. I was also the first to foresee the coming of Agni and to compile all the rituals related to the fire god. I personally transformed a tyrannical Aryan Lord into the sacrificial fire that now illuminates and dispels darkness for us. I revived and continued the tradition, allowing astrology, which was about to be extinguished with the line of Gautama, to flourish again in the Vedic Age ..."

The white-bearded old man stood up, and the bronze astrolabe flew straight into his brow.

On the wheel-shaped sacred seal belonging to "Brahma", a few more stars have been added.

Accompanied by the voice of Bhriku, one sage after another emerged from the deep forest.

They were all ancient sages who, in their past Progenitor Daksha and thus left Mohenjo-daro to live ascetic lives.

Bhriku completely unified them!

"When exactly did it happen...?"

The Immortal Zhongyou spoke with a strained voice, placing his hand on Gouwei's shoulder as if he were about to push him out to take the blame.

"From when?"

The Bhrigu Immortal smiled kindly, "That was probably when you committed the heinous crime of Brahminicide."

Brahminicide... a grave sin?

At that moment, everyone almost burst out laughing.

Only Brahma and the Great Deity can convict him of this crime.

Because its essence is that after a hermit dies, the code he wrote during his lifetime will become a malicious bug that no one will maintain.

In this situation, whoever kills the immortal must take on the responsibility of maintaining the code.

That is the real "sin".

After Jiyu's defeat and death in the Kurukshetra, his friends spent a long time trying to salvage the situation, almost exhausting their Maya Illusionary Power.

He has atoned for his sin of Brahminicide.

What everyone found most laughable was that Bhārīkū actually condemned himself without hesitation. Who did he think he was? Brahma? Or the Great Deity?!

These immortals who have survived from ancient times are all birds of a feather...!

"Of course, the crimes you committed were not limited to Brahminicide."

The Bhrigu Immortal said, "You have also seriously disrupted the Dharma of the world. Perhaps you think you have covered it up well... but when you Shudra, the commotion you cause in the Snow Mountain Pure Land is not small."

"Kill him."

The Bhrigu Immortal, spoke calmly, as if instructing a child to crush an insect, "To eliminate this loophole that disrupts the Dharma."

"Then?"

The group of friends tightened their grip slightly. "You think you can just let me go?"

"Let you go?"

The Bhrigu Immortal, seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke. He chuckled, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

The dozen or so immortals around them also started chuckling strangely, and a flock of birds flew up from the deep forest.

"Gouwei. When I tell you to run, run as fast as you can, and absolutely don't look back. We just ran such a long way, you must remember that feeling, right?"

The voices of his friends rang in Gouwei's ears.

The Bhrigu Immortal looked at his friends, whose faces were grim. "No, of course I can't let you go."

"But I allow you to extinguish yourself with the Yoga Fire, so that you will not be humiliated by the Ravana."

As he finished speaking, a black dot suddenly appeared in the sky not far away.

The black dot continued to grow larger, and then a shrill whistling sound rang out.

However, when it landed, it only stirred up a cloud of dust, without causing any tremors.

"The Yoga Fire..."

The group of friends kept repeating this word, seemingly seriously considering the outcome.

He certainly knew about the Yoga Fire.

This is a form of suicide reserved for ascetics.

When an ascetic makes a vow to renounce his body, flames rise from his chakras and burn his body to ashes.

Normally, immortals burdened with karma and about to enter the five stages of decay would also choose this method to end their lives in order to save face for all.

Ravana did not step into the deep forest. He arrogantly raised his head and sized up the group of ancient immortals who had made an appointment with him in advance and were now putting on a hypocritical act.

After being crowned, Ravana possessed the memories of the previous era.

He knew that these seemingly arrogant immortals had once groveled before the Aryans like servants, offering up their homeland with both hands.

Oh, right. Even this scene isn't the first time it's happened.

In the previous era, Dasha would send wave after wave of warriors to the battlefield to defend their homeland without batting an eye, then cut off their supplies, leaving them isolated and helpless to be slaughtered by the Aryans.

The Bharata are always like this, adept at breaking the most stubborn spines among them.

Is that so?

The friends said in hushed tones.

"That's exactly right."

"Borigu answered."

The friends struggled to pick up the empty kettle and present it to Poligu.

"But I no longer have the Maya Illusionary Power..."

The group of friends said, "Esteemed immortals, which of you could bestow upon me a bit of magical power?"

Poligu smirked and said, "How pathetic. In that case... Parashara Immortal, you may go."

"Yes."

The Parashara Immortal, emerged from behind a tree. He wore an orange coat and his features still looked youthful.

Such a young immortal?

When he saw his friends, his face showed a mixture of mockery, sneer, and resentment.

"You haven't forgotten me, have you, my dear friend?"

"Parashara said in a strange tone."

"Who are you..."

His friends stared at his face, then suddenly realized, "Jiyu's grandson... you're so young—"

He was the posthumous child of Ravana was nearly killed back then, and he was Ji Yu's only bloodline.

Just as the friends were trembling with fear, Parashara, with a mocking smile, picked up his water jug and poured water into their jugs.

As the water was poured, a faint sound, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, reached the ears of the group.

"Friends, I am Parashara has inherited the title of the Ruin Immortal."

The true Ruin Immortal died in the previous era.

The cause of death was that he was implicated and died because he had provided computing power to Dasha.

However, only "Progenitor Daksha" was truly permanently deleted. Accounts such as "Divine Power Immortal", "Ruin Immortal", and "Auspicious Light Immortal" can still be used in this era.

Parashara essentially inherited his account directly.

At that opportune moment, regret appeared on the faces of his friends, but in reality, they were listening intently, holding their breath.

"Friends, although you and I are enemies who killed my father, my mother and grandfather always left me a commandment, telling me that the one who truly killed my father and uncles was the Ravana, and their own arrogance!"

"Although the Bhrigu Immortal has been kind to me in attaining enlightenment, he has actually joined forces with Ravana and committed all sorts of illegal acts."

"When I inherited the name of the Ruin Immortal, I saw the Dharma of the previous era, when even Shudra were able to practice it."

"The Dharma is without fault; it is the immortals who are at fault!"

The voice of Parashara rang in the ears of his friends, deafening and awakening them.

"Ruin Immortal, what are you doing?!"

Sensing something was wrong, the Bhrigu Immortal suddenly raised his voice.

"Great Immortal Poligu, save me...!"

At that moment, a look of pain appeared on Parashara's face. "Friends, he—he stole my illusionary power..."

The Immortal Zhongyou immediately understood and slapped the Gouwei.

"Run! Gouwei! Run!"

Gouwei's mind went blank. He didn't know what had happened, but he believed his father's words without question.

The immortals let out mournful howls and chased after the Gouwei. Their figures stretched out, like terrifying Naga serpents or evil spirits.

His friends shoved Parashara towards the other immortals. He roared and swung his wooden staff, three feet of clear light gushing from its tip! He recklessly squandered the illusionary power from the Ruin Immortal, and one curse after another erupted from his throat.

Those strange immortals, their figures instantly became distorted and bizarre, as if torn apart by an invisible gravity, and finally could only crash heavily to the ground.

His friends stepped over their bodies, he crossed the turbulent air currents, passed through the invisible barrier, and thrust the spear in his hand straight at the neck of the Bhrigu Immortal!

He knew perfectly well that the key to this battle lay not with anyone else, but with the renowned and powerful sage, Bhriku, who had been famous since ancient times.

If we don't kill him here, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, his astrological skills will find him.

Parashara finally raised his head, looking blankly at the one-armed old man holding a gun, and at the blood seeping from his eyes, nose and mouth.

Ravana crossed his arms, completely ignoring the fleeing Gouwei.

He had already discerned that the child was merely a lowly Shudra, not Rama at all.

Moreover, there were more important things for him to witness right now.

The Demon King let out a sneer: Everyone has forgotten that before becoming immortals, you were once an invincible hero king who traversed battlefields.

In that era, Zhūyū was the most promising Kshatriya to unify the Sixteen Kingdoms.

Even if he lost an arm, these Brahmin Immortal would not have a good end if he got close.

But Ravana's smile was tinged with sadness, for although he knew his friends were strong, there was absolutely no chance of a turnaround today.

Because the strength of his friends was within his comprehension, while the Bhrigu Immortal had far surpassed that level, the most suitable word to describe him was "strange".

Otherwise, Ravana would never have been willing to work as an assistant to the Bhrigu Immortal.

The tips of his friends' spears were already close to Poligu's throat, just an inch away.

In the next instant, he was able to pierce through the Bhrigu Immortal.

However, time did not move on to the next moment.

The white-haired, white-bearded immortal raised an eyebrow, and the starlight on the holy seal between his brows faded.