Chapter 271

Why is Karna able to calmly face those injustices? Why is she able to face the world's gaze so freely? Why can't even the Dharma become a shackle to bind her?

"Of course I'm worried about my mother!"

Arjuna growled.

"Really?"

Hebe gave a mocking laugh.

Of course, she wouldn't tell Arjuna the Snow Mountain Pure Land, through years of vows and excessive ascetic practices, had long lost the purity and clarity it possessed in the early Vedas, and had instead fallen into an unprecedented state of redundancy.

In this situation, even if Kunti were to break her vow, it would be her turn to fulfill it in her lifetime.

Moreover, Parvati had not yet crossed the sacrificial fire with Arjuna.

They were only "husband and wife" in the secular sense, but in the Snow Mountain Pure Land, they remained completely unrelated.

The fierce wind shattered the magnificent palace, and the marble columns broke one by one. Hebe held Parvati's hand with his left hand and raised his right hand slightly.

"Give my regards to Krishna. The piece he painstakingly arranged is now mine."

Thick fog arrived with the sound of rushing water, like a sudden flash of lightning, and the landscape, so different from the scenery of other parts of Bharata, slowly emerged.

Amidst the shrouded mountains and waters, a stone tablet inscribed with "Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain, Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave" protrudes slightly.

Arjuna roared and shot out an arrow, but his invincible arrow missed its mark. The layers of lakes, mist and mountains formed a natural barrier, and the arrow fell downwards before it could even touch the stone tablet inscribed with "Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain" and disappeared without a trace.

His facial muscles twitched, but Hebe's words still echoed in his ears.

"Is that me, the pathetic wretch? Am I the Krishna?"

Lost in thought, he turned his head and said, "The Panchala Kingdom is now ours."

"But what about Mother?"

"There are so many ascetics in the world, how could they not see the condition of Mother's body?"

Before he could finish speaking, Arjuna regretted it.

The reason is simple: if he hadn't fallen out with Drona, the great Brahmin would definitely have had the ability and the willingness to resolve their issues.

But now it's all too late.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

The illusion of Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain vanished before Parvati's eyes, and they found themselves in a village outside the mountain.

Parvati was first greatly shocked by this paradise, and then her gaze became dazed and confused when she saw Kama standing at the crossroads.

The latter's gaze was quite complex, especially when he saw Hebe holding Parvati's hand.

Immediately afterwards, Kama dragged Parvati away from Hebe.

Hebe smiled slightly and turned to look at Anba —the woman who had been kidnapped and then abandoned by Tianshi, was now fully prepared.

How many people can you mobilize?

"Eight hundred people selected from the best of the best."

Anba replied, "As long as they don't encounter demigod heroes, they won't be defeated even against the warriors of the Kuru Dynasty. It's a pity their numbers are still too small. If only they could double their numbers..."

"That's enough."

"Hebe said."

The key to victory lies in the right response.

Karna was able to defeat Arjuna, and Anba, according to the preordained prophecy, was to kill Tianshi.

Even if it's just eight hundred people, it's enough to intimidate the entire Kuru Dynasty.

As dusk approached, the magnificent setting sun hung between the green hills and clear waters, painting the entire sky in a golden-purple hue.

Anba stood on the main road leading out of the village, with the Narada Immortal, holding a clay lute, beside her.

A moment later, a red flag with white stripes was raised high.

"Fellow villagers, let's go!"

Anba raised her arms.

Eight hundred silent Bharata warriors raised their weapons and struck them against their shields; they were clad in armor and sharpened their eyes.

For two thousand years since the fall of Mohenjo-daro, no such spirit has ever appeared in the land of Bharata.

In the distance, Kama and Parvati stood side by side. The latter tried to reach out and touch the former's fingers, but Kama always slapped her away.

Parvati persisted relentlessly, Kama could no longer bear the harassment.

Hebe walked along the path with a mint-flavored Coke in her hand.

Kama felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and ran over to grab Hebe's arm. "World Honored One, World Honored One, where do we go next?"

Parvati stared wide-eyed at Kama's actions.

It turns out she was just being conservative with me...

Chapter 323 Indra.

"I cannot accept this."

Duryodhana shouting and yelling in his own palace.

What Arjuna's brother not only didn't die, but also married a stunning beauty in a distant land and became a new lord?

Whether I used cheats or not, I know it in my heart!

Unaware of the Duryodhana of torture the Pandavas had endured, Duryodhana was filled with indignation. He went to Shakuni to complain, "Uncle, it seems your plan has been useless. We spent so much manpower and resources on this Lac Palace, and in the end, we didn't even kill a nobody."

"What if we could kill Kunti?"

Duryodhana withstand the incessant chatter, Shakuni's face darkened.

Unlike his nephew, who remained as virtuous as ever, Shakuni felt an unusual pressure.

Having broken away from the Yadu Clan, Krishna had completely transformed into a bird in the sky, and all his schemes were as clear as fingerprints on his palm.

How can such a terrifying entity turn the tide?

"Uncle, uncle?"

Duryodhana waved his hand in front of Shakuni: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering when the Pandavas will return to Elephant City and take your dog's head!"

Shakuni kicked his nephew, "What's the intelligence from your side?"

"The Pandavas inherited the Panchala Kingdom, practiced slash-and-burn agriculture, and built a new city."

"Many residents of Elephant City have already migrated over there," said Dudley Duryodhana.

Duryodhana speaking, Nandi looked at Shakuni with a ashen face. "I just don't understand how these people became feudal lords. Why are they so lucky? Are the descendants of gods really so omnipotent..."

"Shut up!"

Shakuni suddenly shouted, staring into his nephew's eyes, "Say what you just said again!"

"Could it be a descendant of the gods...?"

"The previous sentence!"

Shakuni's voice was urgent.

"Such good luck..."

"One more sentence!"

"How exactly did these people become feudal lords?"

"That's right, that's right!"

Shakuni laughed heartily, his gloom vanishing completely. "Only Brahmin can receive the offerings of Kshatriya and become the new masters of the country. The Pandavas are only Kshatriya in terms of caste."

"How could they declare themselves kings without the decree of Kuru King? How could they be entitled to rule a kingdom!"

"Then, Uncle, since they are breaking the law, why don't we take over their country?"

"Duryodhana laughing," he said.

"That's exactly what I'm planning to do."

Shakuni said, "The cuckoo waits for the swallows to lay their eggs in their nests before taking over their nests; the Pandavas are only working for us now, but when they have built the great city, we will take the country from them!"

Shakuni became more and more excited as he spoke, and he ran out quickly to devise a plan against the Pandavas.

Duryodhana she lay back down on the soft recliner, beaming with joy.

Clearly, he was fantasizing again, imagining that with his uncle's help, he would completely defeat the Pandavas and become the new king of the Kuru Dynasty.

Who will I choose as my queen? Oh right, that white-haired Karna is quite nice.

As he was dreaming of a bright future, Duryodhana suddenly felt the light around him dim. He opened his eyes in confusion and found that a dim yellow light was shining through the curtains, and the room was filled with a calm and quiet atmosphere.

Someone was sitting in front of me.

This was a handsome man wearing a golden crown, with peacock feathers tucked into his sideburns, and a smile on his face that seemed to indicate he had everything planned out.

Duryodhana felt he should order someone to throw him out or yell at him... but he didn't. Just seeing this person made Duryodhana feel his mind gradually calming down, as if being embraced by an endless ocean.

What do you need me for?

Duryodhana the question.

"Here's the thing, I'd like to discuss a deal with you."

Krishna said.

"I?"

Duryodhana laughed heartily, "As the crown prince of the Kuru Dynasty, I am indeed wealthy beyond measure! I wonder what you have to offer that might catch my eye!"

"How about the kingdom of the Pandavas?"

Duryodhana his eyes widened. "What do you plan to do?"

"It's very simple: Yudhishthira a gambler, Bhima is foolish, and Arjuna fanatical. They are powerful because they complement each other, thus masking their own weaknesses."

Krishna said calmly, "But if you can set up a bet and attack each of them individually by exploiting their weaknesses, Pandavas are not so powerful."

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

Duryodhana to shout, "You are indeed exceptionally clever! Tell me, what reward do you want from me!"

"I am a Brahmin Immortal."

Krishna calmly said, "They are monks who believe in the Great Deity."

Duryodhana Di's expression turned strange. "But your attire seems..."

The followers of Mahadeva Shiva are all ascetics who live in seclusion and are unkempt.

No one dresses as elaborately as Krishna.

"If he were a true believer, I would eat this table right now, "Duryodhana thought.

"For us, clothing and appearance are not important."

Krishna said, "You only need to know that even among the sages, there are conflicts of faith."

If you talk to Duryodhana about the Vedic Scriptures, he will fall asleep. But if you talk to him about power, intrigue, and conflict, he will become wide awake.

"I see, I understand completely now."

Duryodhana stroked his chin. "So you're actually pretending to be Brahma follower and trying to spread the Brahma faith, right? That must be it!"

Krishna nodded noncommittally.

"Therefore, worldly wealth and power are of no use to me. The best reward for me is for you to agree to allow the Great Heavenly Faith to be openly spread in the Kuru Dynasty!"

"What's so difficult about that?"

Duryodhana a wave of his hand, he said, "However, I still don't quite understand. Mādra is the supreme god of Bharata. Although the orthodox faith of the Kuru Dynasty is the Vedas gods, they did not prohibit the spread of the Mādra faith. So why are you doing this?"