Chapter 221

He raised his left hand and extended his index finger.

A bronze astrolabe appeared at his fingertips and began to rotate slowly.

Everything froze at that moment.

Apart from the Bhrigu Immortal and his friends who could only blink and think.

But Bhriku didn't make any further moves; he simply turned his head and looked around, as if waiting for something.

"Isn't that so?"

A look of doubt appeared in the eyes of the Bhrigu Immortal, followed by a look of disappointment on his face.

"You're not Vyasa's pawn after all?"

' Vyasa, who is he...? Why is Varika able to stop time...? Why is he hesitating to act?'

The Immortal Zhongyou could not answer; one thought after another surfaced in his mind.

These thoughts were laid bare in the eyes of the Bhrigu Immortal.

"It seems you really have nothing to do with her."

The Bhrigu Immortal, waited a few more seconds.

This time, instead of waiting passively, we're connecting with the Swarm.

An immense will slowly squeezed into this frozen space-time.

Then He sighed.

Although in the eyes of the Eris the Swarm, the Friends are more valuable than Bhalichu.

But time is of the essence, and "erasure" is easier than "conversion".

The bronze star disk... or rather, the prototype of the later Myoken Wheel, flew out from the fingertip and gently beheaded the Immortal Zhongyou.

The Bhrigu Immortal retrieved his star chart and waved his hand listlessly. "Time has resumed its flow—hmm?!"

Time has not returned to normal.

I've found you.

Hebe's chilling voice poured down from Fangcun Mountain, and the immense computing power completely took over this "layer".

The entire layer, along with that immense will, was sealed away.

[The Eris of this era.]

Chapter 287 Look, it's urgent again.

Vedic Astrology, one of the oldest forms of astrology, Skygazing Technique.

After the bloodline of Gautama's family ended, the sage Bhāṣṭī inherited the secrets of Vedic Astrology.

Was he replaced by Eris while observing the movement of the stars, or was he tempted by Eris and fell into the Swarm when he rejected himself?

Hebe was unaware of this.

But just as Eris was using the eyes of the sage Bhadra to test Hebe through his friends, she was also testing Eris in return.

After the accumulation of several Lostbelt, and the reconstruction of Greek history in reality.

Now the positions of Hebe and Eris have been reversed.

The boundary marker, inscribed with the ten large characters "Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain, Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave", has fallen from the clouds.

Meanwhile, Eris's the Swarm will is currently residing within the body of the sage Bhadra and cannot escape!

Snap!

The bronze astrolabe flew out and struggled to rotate one full circle counterclockwise.

The head of the sage, Bhaligu, swelled up instantly and exploded like a rotten watermelon.

However, this was not suicide, but an escape.

The moment Eris's the Swarm wills realized they were blocked by Hebe, they devised a plan of escape.

From the blossoming flesh, countless winged creatures with mottled colors flew out, countless striped insects crawled out, and countless translucent spores were scattered... These things burst out in all directions, existing between illusion and reality, seemingly about to disappear from Hebe's sight in the next instant.

"What a nuisance! What a disgusting thing... But you don't actually think I'm afraid of these things, do you?!"

Hebe frowned, gritted her teeth, and felt a fierce determination in her heart.

In that instant, she disregarded everything else and abruptly stood up from under the Bodhi Tree.

With the same enhancement of the illusionary power, her hands crossed the boundary between Fangcun Mountain and reality, and slapped against this stagnant space-time!

The exact time when the sage Bhadra was corrupted by Eris is uncertain, and Hebe also doesn't want to gamble on the possibility that the other party might have manipulated history.

She directly pressed the entire Fangcun Mountain down on it!

The surrounding area of Fangcun Mountain gradually began to appear as nothingness, and the clouds in the sky swirled and collapsed like a funnel.

The jagged rocks, verdant pines and cypresses, magnificent green cliffs, and babbling streams were all shattered in this terrifying upheaval. The mountainside of Fangcun Mountain began to collapse, turning into large and small patches of mottled color.

These colored blocks collided and floated aimlessly, sometimes merging with each other, sometimes rising and falling. The once idyllic Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain was now a desolate scene on the verge of its end.

Kama clung tightly to Hebe's waist; otherwise, she would be swept away by the raging wind.

In Brahmin teachings, the world is formed by the four basic elements of wind, fire, water, and earth, through the manipulation of Maya Illusionary Power.

Therefore, when Maya Illusionary Power disappears, the world will return to its true nature.

First came fire, and everything in the world was burned in the fire; then came water, and everything was bleached in the water; then came the earth, and everything on the earth collapsed; finally came the wind, and everything was blown away in the wind.

Hebe spent ten years building Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain from scratch, surrounding the Bodhi Tree and herself.

Now she has personally squeezed Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain to the point of near collapse.

The purpose was to achieve a complete victory in one battle and utterly annihilate the Swarm will of Eris here!

First, there were birds of various colors, and countless moths fluttering their wings and buzzing about haphazardly.

A dense, popping sound came from inside all the birds. Their wings, covered in soft feathers, were broken, twisted, and torn off one by one. From their bodies, murky oil slicks appeared, and then flames rose.

The crackling sounds also traveled among the moths, which they were powerless to stop.

The moths turned from the air and uncontrollably flew towards the flames, like an endless downpour.

Next came the insects with colorful segments, still wriggling.

The flames burned on them, refracting endless colors; they moved smoothly through the intersections of these colors.

However, in the next instant, a gale howled.

Immense pressure came from all directions. No matter how the insects twisted their bodies or tried to escape from the colors, they were forced to shrink in the gale, and then the bitter cold descended.

These transparent, colorful worms curled up and lay prone, gradually shrinking in the cold wind, freezing to death, and shriveling up; none of them escaped.

Finally, there are those transparent spores that still seem poised to rise on the wind.

The earth suddenly collapsed, and endless gales surged from the broken pieces of land, pushing them even higher.

Just as these spores were about to escape completely, intense flames rose from their joints, crackling and burning everything.

More than 90% of the spores were burned, and the remaining Issei % managed to escape with great difficulty.

The remaining the Swarm of wills of Eris let out a joyful sigh.

They finally escaped this space-time frozen by Hebe.

However, this joy was shattered in the next instant.

Because what you see as far as the eye can see is not a lush primeval forest, but a desolate Fangcun Mountain!

Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain is indeed scarred, but it has not yet collapsed. Within it, Hebe holds absolute sovereignty.

Hebe pressed it down on top of her, just for this moment.

Eris went out of one hell and into another!

"Getting impatient?"

Hebe chuckled, stretched out his hands towards the spore cluster, and pressed down hard.

Hebe then pressed the spores into his palm.

From within the spores came the faint yet urgent buzzing of the Eris the Swarm: "Stop... We are willing... to negotiate..."

"Even now, you're still trying to confuse me."

Hebe smiled, a hint of mockery in her usually calm eyes, but her tone was extremely cold and certain.

"Stop with the tricks, Eris. Your true form isn't here, is it?"

"... That's not the case."

Hebe ignored the feeble explanations of the spore she had split in two.

She continued her reasoning, "Eris, the God of Ultimate Freedom, the quasi-ruler who wields the power of secret history. After failing to corrupt the Fisher King, you chose the Remnant Wolf as your next target."

The wrecked wolf symbolizes the other side of war, both violence and destruction, hence its perpetual suffering. Yet, it also possesses an nihilistic nature, allowing you to influence it.

After all, what could be more nihilistic than 'historical nihilism'?

To preserve its nature, the wolf can tear itself in two. Much of His wisdom is concentrated in this Bharata Lostbelt —if the August Archon truly possesses wisdom.

So where is the aspect that symbolizes the destruction and power of the wolves?

Where, then, is true nothingness?

Hebe spoke, her hands continued moving without stopping.

The bronze astrolabe was retrieved by Hebe before it even hit the ground.

The spores felt uneasy, yet unconsciously wanted to listen on.

"Ultimate nothingness can only be born in the midst of ultimate war. Only in a world where life is cheap to the extreme can nothingness become the dominant color."

I had speculated about this long ago. A war of unprecedented scale once occurred in this world, and let me guess... Celestial Flint and Scar Father?

Hebe paused, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"Looks like I guessed right."

In the palm of his hand, the spore shrank back and stubbornly argued. "... The truth is not like that."

Hebe ignored her and continued talking to herself.

"The Remnant Wolf should have been revived in this war. But faced with a war that would destroy the world, the ruling powers used some unknown means to erase, cover up, or throw the history of this war into the infinite future."

Therefore, the remaining wolf remained listless. And because of the way the rulers dealt with history, Eris was born.

Hebe paused again, her smile growing even wider.

"—Looks like I guessed right again."

This is why Eris cannot be completely eradicated, nor can he be completely suppressed; even the ruling powers cannot completely destroy him.

Because He represents the "disrespect for history" shown by those in power!

The ruling powers could not tolerate war destroying the world, much less allow the remnants of war to rise again. Therefore, they cut off this part of history and threw it into the infinitely distant future, perpetually postponing its continuation.

It can be said that the actions of the ruling class in this matter are similar to those of the sages in the Bharata Lostbelt who tried to postpone the arrival of the curse indefinitely.

Governments hope that by doing so, the world can prosper again, history can continue normally, and we can move towards the future.

But things did not go as they had imagined.

— [Eris] was conceived in the ultimate nothingness and grew in the erased history.

Because of the ultimate void of history, He and the wolves call each other brothers and sisters; because He comes from a world destined for destruction, He must also be born from the Fisher King's body; because this future is infinitely postponed by the rulers, Eris can never truly be born, He is merely a "god who is yet to be born."

Therefore, He must grow within the vessel of the Holy Grail, and be forged under the chisel of the Celestial Flint.

This is because Eris was born out of the errors of the rulers.

That's why the saying goes, "Even the Celestial Flint Holy Grail can lead to regrets."