Chapter 225

Hanuman knew he could not turn back, and he killed six noble Brahmin Immortal in one fell swoop, an unprecedented crime.

But at that moment he had no interest in the matter.

Hanuman stood up in a daze, then staggered and spun around before falling down.

—The Immortal Zhongyou is dead, and the fate of Gouwei is unknown.

Most importantly, Sita disappeared.

In an instant, Hanuman felt an emptiness within him, as if something was missing.

Night fell, accompanied by cold rain, and Hanuman shivered, feeling as if his mind had been struck by lightning.

"I have no way, but the Ancestor must have a way. Yes, the Ancestor must have a way!"

Hanuman murmured excitedly, like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

He activated the blessing in an instant, traversing nearly half of Bharata in a flash, and the familiar nameless village reappeared before him.

However, when Hanuman stood outside the village, an uncontrollable look of fear appeared on his face.

How should he explain this to the village chief and his wife?

As night fell, the lone monkey lingered outside the village for a long time, ultimately without disturbing anyone.

He approached the lakeside alone, squatted down on the bank, and whispered, "Master! Master! I am Hanuman..."

The monkeys' calls carried far, and a thin mist rose from the lake under the silvery moonlight.

There was no response.

Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain seemed to have never existed, with only silvery-white mist swirling over the lake.

Hanuman's cries gradually turned desperate and sorrowful.

He finally realized that Hebe's words were true—he had to learn to bear the consequences of his choices.

"Master, the Master doesn't want to see me anymore..."

Not far away, firelight gradually appeared in the village, and shadowy figures were approaching.

The boundless night was shattered by the light, and Hanuman had never felt such fear. He could have gone forward to greet his long-lost friends, but he instinctively turned away like a disheveled thief.

Under the cover of night, Hanuman rode the wind and clouds, sobbing silently.

On this night, he was once again left all alone.

From some unknown time, in Sita's memory, he had been protecting this country.

She held the dual roles of priestess and king, constantly watching over the island, and the people living on the island reciprocated with respect and love.

Sita enjoyed this adoration and was happy to be supported by the people.

If he could, Sita would wish this kind of life would never end.

But if Hebe were here, she would realize that all of this was too perfect, too fake.

Just like the ascendant of the Twilight Realm, whose slightest action can have an impact on an entire city; after Sita inherited Rama's mandate, she became the "divinely ordained hero" of the Vedic Age, the absolute protagonist.

Within the system of Beast's Destiny, her status is equivalent to that of a "Great Beast".

Therefore, without any extra action, when Sita demonstrates a sufficiently strong will, the Huayang Kingdom and even the entire Lanka Island will sway and change according to her thoughts, ultimately becoming closer and closer to the environment that Sita desires.

However, the Beast's Destiny is like a tower that will eventually collapse, not to mention that Sita's heart has always harbored beastly nature.

Especially after she donned the Black Crown and became the sixth Demon King.

That hidden "murderous tendency" will eventually subtly influence the outside world.

Therefore, Sita himself was completely unaware of it.

—Since when did this "peaceful and perfect" life become so riddled with holes?

When she came to her senses, the village in front of her was completely deserted.

These people are all dead.

The cause was simply a dispute between one household and their neighbor over the unequal distribution of domestic water. What started as a verbal argument escalated into a physical altercation, and then turned into a conflict between two families with different surnames.

The respected elders in the village were unable to handle the matter, so they eventually reported it to Sita.

At that time, Sita only vaguely felt that he seemed to have taken a very efficient approach.

But after she realized what had happened, she felt genuine fear and apprehension.

Sita was not only worried about how the people of the Huayang Kingdom would view her; she was also disgusted and alienated by her own actions. Was her nature really the same as that of those high-caste nobles?

No, she would never admit it. And she absolutely could not let this get out.

Sita felt that he had forgotten something.

But in any case, her peaceful life had come to an end.

—The massacre that day was like opening a valve.

The once peaceful and harmonious Huayang Kingdom was transformed into a demonic realm in an instant.

The Huayang Kingdom were utterly powerless to resist this influence, and the entire nation was transformed into a demon overnight.

This influence, in turn, catalyzes Sita.

She drove the Huayang Kingdom chariot wildly along the cliff edge.

Finally, Sita released the reins of a magnificent white horse and let it gallop into the primeval forests of the north.

This is the Ashvamedha, the highest-level ritual in the Vedic Age. The Kshatriya king would follow behind this magnificent horse and conquer every inch of land it trodden.

However, neither the Immortal Zhongyou nor the later Ravana had the courage or ability to hold Ashvamedha, because holding Ashvamedha in the chaotic Ganges Plain would mean becoming enemies with more than twenty countries.

The instant the steed disappeared completely into the depths of the jungle, Sita rode on his wheels of wind and fire and soared into the sky.

Before her lay a lush, verdant jungle, the habitat of the Wilderness Monkey Clan.

Decades ago, Hanuman left from here to travel to the northern kingdoms and eventually Hebe of Hebe.

The white horse galloped into the jungle, causing a great commotion. The monkeys squawked and squeaked, some transforming into giant apes several meters tall and hurling rocks; others leaping up from branches and breathing fire; still others violently pounding their chests, creating shockwaves that shook the air...

The horse fled in panic, on the verge of being intercepted and killed.

But in the next instant, the Rakshasa of the Huayang Kingdom swarmed forward.

They were fearless—or rather, those wounds that would kill were merely minor injuries to these dark-skinned ghouls, easily healed by biting and devouring a few mouthfuls of flesh.

For no apparent reason, Sita thought of the herds of animals that gathered in the fields to hunt.

The Wilderness Monkey Clan suffered repeated defeats under the offensive of the Huayang Kingdom.

After several generations of reproduction, the Wilderness Monkey Clan also began to accept the Bharata caste system.

The nobles of the monkey tribe quickly accepted their defeat, kneeling before Sita without any burden and begging to join her army.

They were already mentally prepared: as high castes, they would not be subjected to excessive criticism.

However, Sita did not want to hear their explanations.

In fact, after they proudly revealed their identities, Sita could no longer contain himself and sentenced them to death.

Her execution was cruel and ingenious— the Wind Fire Wheels dripped molten copper, pouring it from the Monkey King's head to his feet. A ghostly blue flame rose into the air, carrying the pungent stench of burning flesh.

The monkeys cursed Sita, but this did not bring them any quick relief.

On the contrary, their tragic situation only strengthened Sita's resolve to do what he was doing.

—All nobles, whether Brahmin or Kshatriya, deserve to die.

Sita grinned as he stared at the corpse of the monkey nobleman on the ground.

A dense, soft chanting seemed to echo in her ears again, the indistinct voices of the five former Demon King taking turns, approaching from afar and inward. Sita's heart suddenly calmed; the unease and grief within her became dulled, and a bottomless fear filled her. This "belief" was deeply rooted in her very bones, no longer distinguishing between inner and outer.

Sita calmly raised his arm and pointed north, and the Rakshasa of the Huayang Kingdom cheered in unison.

The magnificent white horse galloped Batsa Country.

This powerful nation, renowned for its commercial prosperity, was the first to be destroyed by Sita.

Before the two armies clashed, the demigod hero of the Batsa Country was shot down from the sky by Sita.

The royal family of Batsa Country sensed something was amiss, but relying on their Kshatriya caste, they paid little attention. When the king went to see Sita, several blue-faced, fanged Rakshasa immediately subdued him.

The king panicked and shouted repeatedly, "I've come to join you! What are you trying to do?"

The Kshatriya struggled and resisted fiercely.

But they had already laid down their weapons, and the Rakshasa quickly subdued them and brought them before Sita.

Here, Sita calmly gave the order to execute all the royal family and priests.

Before she could finish speaking, the Kshatriya warriors fought back fiercely. The king himself roared and lunged at Sita.

This king was a descendant of Agni, the god of fire, and possessed extraordinary strength, capable of taking on a hundred men on the battlefield.

However, Sita watched his crazy actions with a cold eye, and calmly took out the Golden Ring and hit him on the forehead.

During the execution of royal and priestly families, the king's descendants resisted the most fiercely, and the purge of them was the most severe.

The magnificent white horse crossed the border of Yangjia.

War has broken out.

The Huayang Kingdom's army advanced so quickly that the Anga Country agreed to start the war at eight o'clock in the morning, but Sita had already arrived in the capital from the border a day earlier.

It was almost eight o'clock when the demigod hero of the Anga Country prepared to go into battle. He was a descendant of Indra and also the prince of the Anga Country.

When Sita smashed down the walls of Anga Country, a ceremony was being held in the city to send the prince off to war...

Sita killed them all with almost no effort and dragged the dead-dog-like Anga Country into the palace.

Anga Country saw that the situation had changed, he tried to instruct the Brahmin to put up a desperate resistance. However, their resistance was futile, and they were subdued by the prepared Rakshasas without even having to Sita finger.

The king was taken to the execution ground and saw Brahmin kneeling on the ground with his hands bound behind his back. He then realized that his death was imminent.

He tried to fight back like a wild beast before he died, but the Rakshasa saw this and pushed him to the ground.

News of the fall of Batsa Country reached Anga only when Sita announced the executions of the nobles.

Anga Country was beheaded, he muttered defiantly, "How could this be... how could this be—"

The next tribe to be trampled by the white horse was the Bajji Alliance, composed of eight tribes.

The leaders of the Bajji Alliance had no intention of waging war. To show their sincerity, eight leaders took the initiative to come and pay homage to Sita.

However, when the Rakshasa led them to the square, the leaders noticed something was amiss.

There was a large pit that had been dug in the square long ago.

The Bajji Alliance did not strictly distinguish between priests and kings; power was usually exercised by the most respected elder in the village.

Just like the former Huayang Kingdom.

Now, these old people are being driven into the deep pit by the Rakshasa, and so are the leaders of the eight alliances.

Immediately afterwards, the Rakshasa began to pour mud into the pit.

The voices of the chieftains gradually changed from vicious curses to desperate pleas... but in the end, both the curses and the pleas were drowned out deep underground and disappeared without a trace.

With the powerful states among the Sixteen Kingdoms falling one after another, the remaining states finally realized that their fates were interdependent. But even if they formed an alliance, they still needed to elect a leader.

The most prestigious candidate should have been Dasharatha of Ayodhya, but Dasharatha was old and had not been on the battlefield for many years.

In addition, Ravana's past threats to him have caused the once Wise King Gilgamesh to become incompetent.

In order to vie for the leadership of the alliance, the various kingdoms even sent Kshatriya to hold long-lasting duels.

The king of Chedi Country was determined to become the leader of the alliance. He summoned the entire army and Brahmin priests and marched along the Imperial Road while performing sacrifices.

They happened to run into Sita on the way.

Right there on the public Imperial Road, Sita calmly pronounced the death sentences on the Chedi Country and the Brahmin class.