Chapter 267
Without Krishna's early warning, they would never have noticed that the magnificent Lac Palace was actually a trap.
Krishna waved his hand magnanimously, indicating that everyone should not take it to heart.
"The most urgent task is to attend the selection ceremony for the son-in-law of the King Wooden Pillar."
The strategist, with a peacock feather tucked into his hair, slowly began to speak. He described the Black Princess's beauty and extraordinary qualities, and hinted at her great prospects after becoming the son-in-law of the King Wooden Pillar, which made Arjuna and the others very happy.
"The selection of a son-in-law will officially begin the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Krishna and said, "You'd better be prepared!"
Even so, Krishna's mind was far from at peace at this moment, as he sensed that Hebe was rushing towards him again.
"As expected, it was the 'confusion' I received back then..."
Krishna's face darkened, and after making a few more casual excuses, he disappeared again.
Confusing related images and characteristics can not only be used to fool history, but also influence "fate" within a certain range.
Regarding destiny, different standards present it in different ways, and those who have transcended different paths hold differing opinions.
From Eris's perspective, destiny is nothing more than the history of freedom. Whether ordinary people or those who have transcended, they have been imprisoned in predetermined fates for too long. Only by disintegrating the five major histories into parallel histories can everyone take control of their own future.
Pain, wounds, separation, despair. These are both trials and shackles that bind people; they should not exist in the first place.
In the vast majority of history, there is always a future where one does not have to go through these hardships.
When history is no longer fixed, it means that destiny is truly liberated, the rulers can no longer dominate the world, and everyone can eventually find their own happy ending.
The so-called confusion is merely a name that Hebe forcibly defined for this power.
At least in this city, countless coexisting possibilities allowed Krishna to hide within them.
Although he was being chased by Hebe like a stray dog, he still wore a relaxed and smug smile on his face.
Because Krishna although Hebe was now aware of his existence, he was always a step behind him due to the tricks of fate!
He could keep at it with Hebe for a whole year!
Hebe stopped in his tracks.
She knew Krishna nearby, but she also knew that she couldn't catch up with him today.
Krishna, who escaped from the Yadu Clan, lost his "wings" and was no longer as free as a moth; but as a worm, he had countless hiding places as long as he burrowed into the ground.
But it's okay.
Just as rivers eventually flow into the sea, all the dead in the world go towards the Sea of Silence.
The Bharata Age of Gods ended with the Kuru War.
"World Honored One..."
Hebe waved to stop Kama, who wanted to continue chasing, saying, "There's no need to chase anymore. Let's wait for the selection of a son-in-law tomorrow."
Krishna did not hear the girl's voice, but he realized that the chaotic chase was temporarily over.
Krishna coughed twice softly. "I have triumphed once more, Vyasa..."
He murmured smugly as he returned to King Wooden Pillar's palace, ready to deliver a scathing speech to solidify King Wooden Pillar's confidence.
However, what came into view was a swarm of "worms" clinging to each other, twisting and struggling. These landowners and nobles of the fiefdom no longer had human form at this moment; only their elongated faces still bore a terrifying, intoxicated smile.
"... Good taste."
Looking at the scene of devastation, Krishna couldn't help but admire Hebe's accumulated aesthetic appreciation.
Look at this worm, look at this masterpiece contorted from the human body, look at its perfectly sculpted form that exudes grotesque desire... It's beautiful, absolutely gorgeous!
As someone who already stands at the pinnacle of the Winged Path, even in his demotion, Eris can still feel a breathtaking beauty.
"So beautiful! Oh, these worms!"
With regret and reluctance, Krishna crushed the worms one by one.
If this hadn't been done by Hebe, he would have readily invited the genius who created this masterpiece to join the Swarm.
As for the King Wooden Pillar, who was beaten half to death by Hebe and nearly driven mad by fear on his throne? Oh well, forget about that useless stuff. Let's take a look at the beautiful Black Princess Parvati instead.
The latter was indeed startled at first when he saw the tragic scene in the imperial court.
But after Krishna's persuasion, everything became better.
"Think about it, without a King Wooden Pillar who bosses you around, you'll be the one calling the shots in this country."
Krishna exclaimed, "Isn't this the best thing?"
Parvati saw the image of her Progenitor Daksha before her eyes, and then looked at the King Wooden Pillar.
She felt that Krishna was absolutely right.
Chapter 320 Haha, I'll beat any woman the same way!
The sun rose from the east along its own path, casting its golden light Panchala Kingdom.
The warriors raised their swords, pounded their shields, stomped their feet, and roared.
Colorful prayer flags fluttered in the wind atop the spear.
Woohoo—
A long, muffled wailing sound emanated from the conch shell.
Accompanied by the sound of horns, Drona leaped onto his horse.
The great Brahmin's pale beard and hair fluttered in the wind, a U-shaped holy mark was drawn between his eyebrows, his muscular arms were adorned with strings of Bodhi seeds, and his eyes shone brightly as if flames were dancing within them.
A faint tremor emanated from the surrounding air, and golden petals seemed to fall from the clouds out of thin air.
[A man of steel and iron, possessing both literary and martial talents]
[On horseback, bow drawn, hero falls into the trap]
[By imparting knowledge and skills, a path will naturally form among those who follow.]
[Broadening Knowledge, Reaching the Pinnacle]
Greetings to you, Guru Drona!
Hebe listened to the magnificent melody, and for the first time, a look of envy appeared in her eyes.
Although the Snow Mountain Pure Land server has been wrecked and looks like a cesspool, its entrance effects and chanting are still quite cool.
"I need to find a way to get one for myself too..."
As Guru Drona rode into the city, Ashvasena, Karna, Ekalavya followed on horseback.
There were clearly only four people, yet they faced a forest of swords, spears, and halberds without fear, as if they had a thousand troops behind them.
On the contrary, the soldiers of the King Wooden Pillar gradually showed fear and retreat on their faces, and the sound of weapons falling to the ground could be heard from the army formation. They involuntarily made way for him!
Arjuna, who was entering the city from the other side, looked up at Karna, who was riding into the city with great vigor, and his eyes gleamed.
Even now, he doesn't know whether he feels more jealousy or hatred.
Noticing that Karna seemed to be looking in his direction, he quickly pulled up the hood covering his face, naturally put his hands together, and walked into the city.
A large area of open space had already been cleared out in the capital.
King Wooden Pillar sat on the high platform, his expression somewhat blank, but no one cared about him at the moment.
Because the protagonist of this marriage selection event— the Black Princess —is standing in front of the King Wooden Pillar.
Even with the sunlight above, it appeared dim beneath her brows and eyes.
What an exceptionally beautiful and unparalleled woman! Her skin was smooth, her eyes were bright and expressive, and her body had a graceful curve.
If Hebe's revelation of her true form represents the ultimate beauty that transcends race and civilization, then the Black Princess is a woman who perfectly embodies the traditional Bharata aesthetic.
Almost all the men present blushed, clenched their fists, and held their heads high.
"How could it be... World Honored One, is it...?"
Hebe laughed, "You want to ask why this Black Princess looks so much like Parvati, right? It's simple, because she really is Parvati."
Her words floated lightly into Kama's ears, causing a long-absent expression to appear on the face of this Mahadeva.
"What, you don't plan to acknowledge Parvati as your new wife?"
Kama shook his head. "Sati has her own ideas. I couldn't stop her back then, so how can I change her now? Besides, our friendship was severed thousands of years ago. Meeting again now would only cause more trouble."
As they discussed events from two eras ago, the Black Princess on the high platform seemed lost in thought.
She sensed that someone was talking about her, but she didn't know who it was.
Parvati then raised his head and glanced at the crowd below the stage, a gesture that naturally caused another uproar.
"She must be looking at me!"
"Bullshit! Black Princess has taken a fancy to me!"
"What did you say?"
The suitors were furious.
Immediately, several people got into a fight and were then dragged away by the guards.
Parvati ultimately failed to find out who was talking about her, and in desperation, she could only manipulate the King Wooden Pillar to issue a test for her marriage proposal.
In the center of the training ground, there is a grand hall, and a disc hangs from the dome at the very center of the hall.
In the center of this disc, a small golden fish swims continuously, appearing exceptionally mystical.
Many suitors backed out on the spot—damn it, are they asking us to shoot that little fish with arrows?
Unexpectedly, the Black Princess's test was even more rigorous than this.
She then sent someone to fetch a huge piece of iron, and had a small hole carved into it, just big enough for an arrow to pass through. She then hung the iron piece up, which perfectly covered the plate and the small fish.
Not only that, but the Black Princess slightly moved her lips, and the iron plate began to spin rapidly.
As for the arrow holes that were left out, they were so worn out that they were no longer visible.
The nobles present were inclined to hurl insults on the spot, but upon looking up and seeing the Black Princess's face, they swallowed their vulgar words.
But then the Black Princess parted her lips slightly and said, "My husband must be an unparalleled hero in the world. Whoever can hit the eye of that swimming little fish with an arrow, not only will I marry him, but the Panchala Kingdom will also belong to him!"
Silence fell over the room after these words were spoken.
Immediately, an even louder uproar erupted.
The crowd was initially cursing about the test, but upon hearing that marrying a princess would also mean giving away a piece of land, they suddenly felt that the test was almost childish.
How about we send another snail that can chase us around the clock Terrain Negation? Otherwise, I'd feel guilty taking all this stuff.
"Your Black Princess, I have a question."
Dissent arose, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Garna, with his white hair, stepped forward.
Sunlight shone on her golden earrings, making them sparkle brilliantly.
Before the Black Princess could speak, Karna declared loudly, "The land of the Panchala Kingdom also belongs to the Kuru Dynasty! The royal family's power comes from the Kuru King's decree, not to mention that King Wooden Pillar once personally promised to give half of the land to my teacher— Guru Drona!"
Karna pointed to the Black Princess on the high platform... King Wooden Pillar beside her.
How did this sharp-tongued woman manage to don armor and go to the battlefield?
Parvati felt a sense of doubt, along with a faint feeling of disgust.
She seemed to see a reflection of Kamadiya in Karna.
—As time passed, Parvati had long harbored regrets. It was precisely because of this that she increasingly missed the past she had spent with Kama.
In the era of Dharma, she was like a lonely soul from the past.
That's why she felt such disgust when she saw Karna —because it stirred up memories of the past, reminding her that this was not a place for her to belong.
Even Parvati himself was surprised by this aversion.
How could you possibly be compared to Kama? she thought.
Karna's voice was too shrill, but fortunately Krishna had anticipated this and had given Parvati the draft the night before.