Chapter 227

Because once he distanced himself from Sita, the latter would draw his Bow of Victory and fire a fatal arrow.

Once locked down by Sita, he would have absolutely nowhere to escape.

Just as Hanuman was in a dilemma, something happened to Sita.

Pfft—

She suddenly released her right hand out of thin air, and the spear that once belonged to Indra the Exile did not fall to the ground, but was pulled out at an impossible angle, hitting Hanuman squarely in the side!

A slender figure stood near Sita. His face was indistinct, but it was clear that he was wearing a very unusual linen robe and had long, lithe limbs.

Hanuman saw a black crown floating above the figure's head—of course, this crown was also an illusion.

Then, in the next instant.

Another illusory image appeared, this one clearer than the first, and it appeared to be a silent man with a pale face and charred body.

The Red Ribbon became perfectly straight in his hands, like a ruler used by an architect for measurement.

Naturally, Black Crown also floated above his head.

Immediately afterwards, a third illusory image appeared.

The tyrannical headless figure was extremely clear, except that its entire body was engulfed in flames.

As soon as he appeared, he took the sword from Sita's left hand, and without engaging with Hanuman, flew straight down into the capital of Ayodhya!

In an instant, massive fires erupted simultaneously throughout the city.

Hanuman stared in horror, but in the next instant, a fourth illusory image appeared.

This phantom was very strange because it was incomplete; it consisted of only two arms.

However, the threat it posed to Hanuman was more terrifying than any of the previous illusions.

—These arms took down the Bow of Victory and drew it back to its full length without any resistance.

It is no doubt whose arm this is.

Finally, Ravana, pale-faced and with a large hole in his chest, stepped out from beside Sita and silently picked up the Golden Ring.

"No, impossible—"

Hanuman spoke in a hissing voice.

But there is nothing "impossible" in this world.

Each Demon King has left his mark in the Black Crown, and Sita is the "hero" walking the path of the Beast's Destiny.

Therefore, she can naturally summon the mark of the previous Demon King from the Black Crown to fight for her.

The flames that Bhrigu, or rather, Agni, the god of fire, ignited in Ayodhya had never been so intense. In just two or three seconds, the army of Roshmana, who had hastily retreated into the city, was also burned to ashes.

Naturally, in this process, most of the Rakshasa who were chasing after the cannibals were burned to death because they could not escape, but that was nothing.

Along with the slaughter of the twenty-second nation, which was also Sita's birthplace.

She is now the sole Lord of Bharata.

In other words, she can now crown herself Emperor Bharata.

After two generations, Bharata finally achieved de facto unification.

Ninety-nine percent of the nobles were slaughtered, and in the process, countless commoners and slaves were also killed.

Sita stood silently in mid-air.

New images began to appear in her, only to disappear again and again.

She is about to ascend to twilight.

First, there King He dressed in a robe with a strong fragrance and adorned with various gemstones.

This symbolizes Sita's possession of the royal lineage of the "Lanka Island".

However, just as this King He was about to take shape, it suddenly collapsed.

The first attempt at sublimation failed.

Immediately afterwards, a thick crimson color surged toward her, a chilling cold descended from nowhere, and even dark red snow began to fall on the battlefield.

Snowflakes fell on Sita's body, seemingly about to form a suit of armor stained with blood.

This symbolizes her war to conquer the entire Bharata region and also signifies the execution judgment she personally handed down.

However, the armor shattered just as it was about to take shape.

The second mark of sublimation failed.

Sita's body trembled as she looked up and reached out, trying to touch the Black Crown floating above her head.

This time, the image appeared much more slowly, and there was no disintegration. A broken crown appeared Sita's head, tightly binding her head. It was more like a shackle than a crown.

This symbolizes that she has completed the unification with Bharata.

The Third Mark was sublimated, a success.

However, the imagery of a mere mark, though elevated, is insufficient to form the foundation of a great enterprise.

If the Scar Father could Lostbelt his power into the Bharata at this moment, then Sita would easily become "Twilight".

But no.

With both leaders locked in a stalemate, neither could gain entry.

Of course, if the Celestial Flint and the Holy Grail wanted to, they could do it—at the cost of Bharata being completely erased by them.

If there were a progress bar at this point, Sita should be able to see that the progress above his head has reached 100%.

And as she completely conquered Bharata, the wolf's attention was rapidly being withdrawn from her.

Even though Scar Father didn't enter this Lostbelt, the imagery that Sita represents at this moment is still disliked by the slain wolf.

Hanuman stared at Sita, and he realized it too.

He did not rush forward rashly, but waited for Sita to make a decision.

Hanuman desperately hoped that he could see the familiar Sita return.

But to Hanuman's despair, dry, gurgling laughter was slowly emerging from Sita's chest.

She raised her head, pale-faced, and looked in the direction of her hometown in this life—the nameless village by the lake.

His face showed an expression as if he were a drowning person seeing a straw.

—My conquests and slaughters are not over yet; there is still one village yet to be conquered.

So, don't stop...

As if she had heard Sita's prayer, the wolf's disdainful gaze returned, and some vast nothingness was filling her body and mind, making her the de facto twilight.

Hanuman stared at everything before him in despair, realizing that this time it was truly beyond repair.

However, in the next instant...

A slender hand emerged from the black crown atop Sita's head.

The vast and ethereal will of the remnant wolf was within reach, yet it could not advance an inch.

Sita raised her face blankly, not understanding.

—The Black Crown contains at most the mark of the fifth generation of Demon King, so where did this hand come from?

In the dilapidated Fangcun Mountain, Hebe, who was resting against Kama, opened his eyes.

Chapter 292. To sacrifice oneself to Bodhi is the greatest injustice.

First, the edges of the South Asian subcontinent began to curl and wrinkle, as if someone, dissatisfied with the current geographical layout, was rolling up the edge of a carpet.

This change is both subtle and dramatic, but at most only a few dozen people are aware of it.

The Kashyapa Immortal, who was meditating in his sacred forest retreat, was shocked. "What has happened?!"

He knew, of course, that this was a harbinger of a "version update," marking the end of the Vedic Age and the early arrival of the Dharma era.

The sages also discussed what the "main theme" of the Vedic Age should be. But unfortunately, Kashyapa's prestige was not as great as that of the previous Progenitor Daksha, so no powerful voice ever emerged to overwhelm everyone.

When the Bhrigu Immortal, returned and led the ascetics of the previous era to sideline him, Kashyapa became even more powerless to govern the Vedic generation.

Everyone was so focused on the grudges and feuds between Jiyu and his friends that no one paid any attention to the Kashyapa Immortal was kicked aside like a turtle on the roadside.

In the process, Kashyapa also realized his previous arrogance—that his personality was not suitable to be the leader of the immortals.

Since they had already obtained the title of the Lord of Life, and the Immortal Zhongyou had set an example by demonstrating that relentless and arduous cultivation was effective.

Kashyapa retreated to his sacred forest retreat, perfectly missing the conflict between his friends and the Baligu faction, the destruction of the Baligu faction, Sita defeat of the Ravana, Sita's coronation as the Sixth Heavenly Demon King, Sita's unification of Bharata... and a series of other major events.

No one told him exactly what happened.

As soon as Kashyapa exited the meditative state, a massive amount of information overwhelmed him.

It is full of praise, and the words reveal admiration.

Kashyapa Immortal could never have imagined that his reputation among the immortals was rising so high.

The reason is simple: the Immortal Zhongyou have proven that by working themselves to the bone, they can really beat the older generation.

Everyone's jumping on the bandwagon right now; if you don't, you'll be dragged down by others!

Conversely, Kashyapa, who did not participate in the subsequent events and remained in seclusion in ascetic practice, appeared to have great foresight.

The strange sage who orchestrated the "unification of Bharata" may have won the most; but it is never wrong for them to diligently practice asceticism and accumulate the power of asceticism.

Winning a lot or a little is still winning!

The wisdom of the Lord Kashyapa is truly magnificent!

"Could it be..."

Am I really a genius?

After looking at this information, the Kashyapa Immortal chuckled foolishly for a while before jumping up from under the banana tree and beginning to close off the Forest of Asceticism.

—It's just like a programmer in later times, frantically saving computer documents before a computer loses power and needs an update.

In Fangcun Mountain, under the Bodhi Tree.

Hebe opened her eyes.

She had envisioned this day long before she even entered the Bharata's Lostbelt.

There are often discrepancies between history and mythology. For example, what many people believe to be ancient Greek mythology is not actually the Greek Age in which Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle lived, but rather the era in which Mycenae heroes were active.

The actual Mycenae era differed greatly from the descriptions in ancient Greek mythology.

Both the Mahabharata and the Ramayana describe how the victors ultimately established a unified, prosperous, and great kingdom.

But what is the reality?

Throughout history, the number of kings who were able to truly unify Bharata was very small, and even those who did only established kingdoms in the north and central regions.

The southern part of Bharata, covered by vast primeval forests, never had true unity.

It wasn't until modern times, when Iberia and Albion successively colonized the subcontinent, that these politically chaotic and religiously mixed ethnic groups were forcibly united by external forces, forming the later Bharata.

But Sita was different; she truly and in fact unified the subcontinent.

This achievement propelled the version's innovation.

As Kama murmured in surprise, the Bodhi Tree began to rustle its leaves. They landed on Hebe's clothes, hair, and shoulders, then were lifted up by the breeze, seemingly connecting end to end in mid-air.

On these large Bodhi leaves, images and words gradually appeared.

—The Rama's Deeds of Past Lives is nearing completion.

The story begins with the feud between Zhongyou and Rama and ends with Rama unifying Bharata.

"Now, it's time for the end."

"Hebe said wearily."