Chapter 223
The spacetime that had been frozen by Eris and Hebe finally began to move again.
Then, the immortals witnessed the most horrifying scene of their long lives.
A head with bristling hair and beard, and wide-open, angry eyes flew high into the air, its mouth still open as if roaring.
This is the head of the Immortal Zhongyou, while his headless body still holds a spear and moves forward.
At the same time, the body of the Bhrigu Immortal resembled an ever-expanding balloon.
As his friends' spears reached his throat, the Bhrigu Immortal was already blown to pieces, his flesh and blood scattered everywhere.
In the primeval forest, a light rain, formed from flesh and blood, began to fall.
The two Seven Immortals perished together!
'So, he died just like that... The Bhrigu Immortal had been plotting for a long time, using astrology to determine the location, and summoned nearly twenty sages to block him from both sides. Together with Ravana, he made sure that Immortal Zhongyou had no way to escape...'
Parashara slumped to the ground, his mind blank.
'But even the Bhrigu Immortal hadn't anticipated that his Immortal Zhongyou would actually fight their way through the encirclement... and actually kill him, the leader of the sage group. This, this...'
In a chilling silence, the earth began to rise.
The fact that two of the Seven Immortals died at the same time and in the same place had a significant impact.
The headless body of the Immortal Zhongyou suddenly plunged into the ground, a rumbling sound coming from below. Light, like molten lava, emanated from the cracks in the ground, accompanied by billowing white steam. The smell was pungent, and smelling it felt as if one's lungs were being cut by an invisible blade.
The vast light remained unchanged amidst the smoke and dust, shooting straight into the sky and forming a golden wind as sharp as spears and swords.
The heads of the Immortal Zhongyou, their eyes wide open in fury, grew larger and heavier in the gale, their eyeballs and ears popping out and transforming into a flock of circling, mournful birds in the air.
The head fell to the ground with a thud and transformed into a hill shaped like a fist.
The body of the Bhrigu Immortal was completely shattered. His flesh, blood, and bones fell from the sky like pearls falling onto a jade plate, making the ground beneath his feet extremely fertile. Various crops clearly grew from the fertile soil and matured in an instant.
The shattered body was lifted and swirled by the gale, gradually shrinking until it transformed into clumps of emerald green sesame leaves and clusters of deep purple, nearly human-sized fungi.
The blood rain finally thinned out and lost its color, like clumps of ink, cold and thin, dripping down from the sky.
The immortals fled from the forest like stray dogs, staring in horror at the scene before them.
The original primeval forest is gone; this place is now a fertile land where various kinds of sesame leaves and fungi grow.
Not far away, a hill shaped like a clenched fist still stands, and the chirping of birds can be heard from the sky.
Parashara tried to stand up several times but couldn't manage it.
The immortals remained silent, but the same thought echoed in their faces and hearts.
"The second one. This is the second of the Seven Immortals to die at the hands of his friends... And he actually managed to drag Poligu down with him in this desperate situation... Is the self-torturing asceticism really that effective?"
At that moment, all the immortals inevitably felt disheartened.
The Bhrigu Immortal led them to set up an encirclement that was as deep as the sky and as wide as the earth, and even used astrology to predict almost all the movements of the Immortal Zhongyou.
But he never expected that his friends would drag him down with them.
Schemes, cunning, knowledge... these things may be powerful, but they are utterly insignificant in the face of arduous practice.
In the silence, Parashara turned and left.
"Ruin Immortal, where are you going?"
A voice came from among the immortals.
"If you still want to chase, then go ahead and chase."
Parashara gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to engage in ascetic practices."
As if a switch had been flipped, the group of immortals that had been painstakingly gathered together by Bharigu scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.
Bhriku has already demonstrated to them that scheming is no match for asceticism, so what are they still doing here?
Go back to your own homes and go on your ascetic practices!
Parashara walked a long way in the cold rain, when suddenly another question popped into his mind.
Where did Ravana go?
In fact, Ravana had left the scene earlier than they had.
When Ravana saw his friends perish together with the Bhrigu Immortal, Ravana shocked, but not as horrified as the other sages.
Because he knew that his friends were truly extraordinary.
Even though Ravana considered Bhariko to be a being that could be described as "unpredictable," the Demon King was not as shocked when his friends successfully perished with him.
Amidst the earth-shaking changes, Ravana leaped towards the capital of the Mithila Kingdom.
"As expected of the Immortal Zhongyou!"
Even though the other party had sworn to kill him, Ravana still retained the Kshatriya nature of respecting the strong and taking pride in force and a glorious death.
He always acknowledged that the Immortal Zhongyou were his greatest enemies, as for Rama, whose whereabouts were still unknown.
Ha. Not worth mentioning!
Ravana landed lightly in front of the half-collapsed capital of the Mithila Kingdom.
The moment his feet touched the ground, a guess flashed through the Demon King's mind.
—Could it be that the beautiful woman beside the Immortal Zhongyou who has captured his heart is actually Rama?
As soon as the idea came to him, Ravana couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He was amused by his own wild thoughts.
Ravana held Rama in the same contempt as he respected the Immortal Zhongyou. So much so that he found it amusing to compare Rama to a woman.
"Excellent! This is truly a hilarious joke! When I return to the Huayang Kingdom, I will tell it to my wives!"
Ravana returned to the Mithila Kingdom two reasons.
The first reason was that he didn't want Rama to get the Bow of Victory in the future, so he wanted to destroy it.
The second reason is that when he saw Sita, his mind and body reacted unconsciously.
Ravana established the Huayang Kingdom on Lanka Island, and abducted women from various places and tribes to be his wives and concubines, but he was never able to have children.
But now, Ravana was absolutely certain that as long as he brought Sita back to the Huayang Kingdom, he would have a strong offspring.
He strode into the Mithila Kingdom and saw Sita standing on the ground, draped in Red Ribbon and blue sari.
For some reason, the beautiful woman fell into a daze and became completely bewildered, showing no reaction whatsoever to the rapidly approaching Ravana.
"What a wonderful woman!"
Ravana didn't care about anything else. He picked up Sita and leaped towards the direction of the Huayang Kingdom.
As Ravana seemed to hear Sita muttering something.
He didn't care at first, but after the third and fourth jumps, Sita continued to act the same way, which made Ravana curious.
The Demon King leaned closer and heard the beautiful woman muttering two sentences.
"Abandon your animalistic heart and sever the root of evil. From the mundane to the sacred, you will ascend to the true path."
"If one breaks a major precept, one may fall into the abyss. One's flesh will be removed and one's bones returned, and one's body will be reborn in the Pure Land."
The Demon King laughed heartily and then leaped with all his might.
The landscape of Bharata rapidly blurred beneath his feet, the vast expanse vanishing in an instant. When he descended from the clouds once more, the distant horizon revealed an endless blue sea, with the magnificent golden palace on Lanka Island faintly visible.
That was the Huayang Kingdom, the dynasty established by Ravana on Lanka Island.
Amidst the raging wind, the Demon King laughed, "Abstain from beastly desires? What's there to abstain from! Wonderful woman, you should be procreating with me. So-called ascetic cultivation is pure nonsense, utterly meaningless. My Immortal Zhongyou diligently cultivated, yet they all died in the end, didn't they? While I devoured so many people, became the Rakshasa King, and am still perfectly fine—"
"Only I, the Ravana, will be the final victor!"
Thinking of this, Ravana shouted loudly, "People of the Huayang Kingdom, come out to greet your king—"
On Lanka Island, crowds thronged.
However, Ravana's voice abruptly stopped.
He heard Sita damp breath near his ear. This should have been a tender moment, but Ravana's imposing body trembled involuntarily.
"So you are the Ravana."
Sita's eyes had been dyed fire-colored, not the original golden-red, but a blue flame containing boundless wrath.
"I, Rama, greet you."
Her hand suddenly tightened, and she clenched her fist and slammed it down.
It actually smashed the "pagoda" made of ten fleshy tumors on the top of Ravana's head in two!
Ravana let out an extremely terrified cry of pain, whether from fear or pain, it was hard to tell. His body fell rapidly from the sky and crashed into the turbulent sea of Bharata!
On Lanka Island, at the Huayang Kingdom, the "people" who had started to cheer were like a flock of chickens and ducks with their throats being choked, their faces turning blue and purple, but they could no longer make a sound.
The next instant, Sita, with Red Ribbon around her waist and a golden Sita hanging behind her head, leaped out of the sea. Her sari was already soaked through, revealing her exquisitely beautiful curves. However, no one appreciated this beauty at that moment, because an even more magnificent beauty was about to appear before everyone's eyes!
That is power, absolute power, a power that seems capable of destroying or saving the entire world!
Faced with such power, worldly beauty is insignificant.
Sita grabbed Ravana's braid with one hand, raised the Golden Ring high with the other, and glared angrily.
Her feet pounded on the Wind Fire Wheels, and with a light turn, she stirred up enough blazing white steam to obscure the coastline.
"Ravana, your death is near."
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Ravana both surprised and angry, and felt an inexplicable sense of shame and indignation.
How could this girl before me be Rama...? How could she be Rama?!
But reality unfolded right before his eyes— Sita struck him with the Golden Ring, each blow powerful and heavy, leaving him bobbing up and down in the sea like a living turtle.
The shadow of death, ordained by destiny, once again loomed heavily over Ravana's head.
This is an "echo" from his body and mind—he will die here today.
When Ravana faced Hanuman, he knew clearly that he would not die. Even though he was repeatedly mortally wounded by that iron rod, Ravana was able to rise from the ground time and time again.
The immense Maya Illusionary Power from the Snow Mountain Pure Land could always quickly repair his damaged body through the gate formed by the black crown.
Even if Ravana is reduced to a mere sliver of flesh and blood by Hanuman's iron rod, he can be restored in time through "saving".
But what about the friends? Although the shadow of death existed, it wasn't intense.
Ravana believed he had surpassed Immortal Zhongyou, and he was especially proud of his "ability to kill but not to kill" attitude.
The Demon King believed that through this method, he not only surpassed his friends in martial prowess but also was no less spiritually superior to the immortal.
Yes, after witnessing his friends perish together with the Bhrigu Immortal, Ravana believed that he had finally torn away the shadows of the past—he was now Demon King with a full heart and soul, and no one knew what kind of filthy and shameful past he had.
Next, all he has to do is face Rama and kill him.
But when Sita appeared in a wrathful form, draped in Red Ribbon, standing on two wheels, and holding Golden Ring, Ravana knew he was wrong, terribly wrong!
His proud power was no match for Sita's Golden Ring, which could not withstand even one round.
Scorching steam rose from the sea. Sita grabbed Ravana's mangled heads and, amidst the Demon King's agonizing roar, slammed him into the sea. With a series of blows from his Golden Ring, Sita smashed Ravana's limbs to pieces in an instant.
After doing all this, Sita felt it wasn't enough, so she exerted all her strength and hurled Ravana into the sky.
Then she suddenly exerted force with her arm and flung the Golden Ring towards Ravana seemed to have nowhere to cling to in the air.
'Am I going to die? Die today, at the hands of this woman? No, no!'
Ravana desperately turned around: I don't want to die, I won't die!
Two enormous black wings suddenly emerged from behind his massive body, large enough to cover his entire body—they had distinct joints and were covered by a thin, dark membrane.
With a sharp crack, Ravana dodged the Golden Ring at an extremely strange angle, flying more than a kilometer away in an instant.
"Hahahaha, Rama!"
The Demon King's voice, filled with hatred, drifted from afar, "I never imagined you could push me to this point, forcing me to abandon my kingdom for the second time! But, Rama, you cannot kill me today. I will secretly watch over you, waiting for the day you become foolish and weak..."