Chapter 282

Krishna's voice suddenly became high-pitched.

Both Arjuna and Tianshi are heroes within the framework of Dharma law.

But this hero is not that hero.

Bharata did not provide the fertile ground for the birth of heroes.

The entire subcontinent was trapped in the cycle of the Dharma, suffering endlessly without liberation.

Krishna looked at Hebe, at the chess pieces whose fingertips were cracking more and more.

The Myoken Wheel eventually flew back to the fingertips of the Black Heaven.

The epic history of the six Demon King is a long one for ordinary people, but it is nothing to Khoten, who possesses the true form of the Kalachakra.

The Krishna was able to manipulate Arjuna's body with "Krishna" is ultimately related to Hebe.

He initially used the name "Kurtsan" to associate it with the esteemed name of "Island-Born Black Immortal".

After confusion, they usurped the position.

However, this plan was disrupted by Hebe's interference.

Alright, if I can't be born early, then I can at least develop among the Yadu Clan, right? Unfortunately, under Hebe's guidance, Shakuni repeatedly suppressed bandits among the Yadu Clan, leaving Krishna with no followers at all.

The once-famous "Black Heaven" in the epic had no chance to develop and could only be passed down among a few people.

But Arjuna is different.

Ultimately, he harbored jealousy, hatred, and resentment.

Everyone experiences similar emotions, which is normal, especially since the desires of demigod heroes and ascendants are particularly intense.

However, Arjuna harbored similar emotions within himself, and the more he suppressed them on the surface, the more turbulent they became within him.

Outwardly bright, inwardly dark.

And from that pure darkness, "Black Sky" was born.

Kara, Kara.

The Myoken Wheel spun silently at his fingertips, and Krishna seized Karna's arm, easily breaking it off.

His wounds had now completely healed.

Krishna's voice boomed, glaring at Karna: "Foolish child! Foolish child! How can you understand that there are no heroes in Bharata! This country, this civilization, has no soil for heroes to thrive!"

"Brahmin, through years of asceticism, acquire supreme wisdom to commit evil deeds; Kshatriya hone their martial skills, cultivate instincts through gambling, and then use their powerful strength, instincts, and anger to commit evil; the untouchables are blind and foolish, inexplicably swayed by others or suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration, committing boundless evil; even the Vedas gods in the heavens are subject to the vicissitudes of fate. They awaken to humanity and unknowingly create evil karma!"

With iron chains constantly piercing my heart, how can I not suffer, as if I were in a hellish inferno?

Looking down upon heaven and earth in real time, one sees that all living beings are slaves to karma; how can one not be angry?

A sudden enlightenment, like an elephant being led by a hemp rope—how could one not laugh?

Everything in Karna's vision was becoming blurry, yet the voice of the Black Sky flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

Those words pierced her heart deeply, as if to dull all her emotions and memories, covering them with a dark membrane.

"I take refuge! I take refuge!"

"See through it! See through it!"

The sound of darkness became monotonous and grand, like the tolling of bells.

Karna's memories flowed rapidly through her mind. She saw her life in Pelican Town, her carefree childhood, her studies of Vedas and mantras under Guru Drona, and the humiliation she suffered in the training ground... Familiar and unfamiliar scenes appeared before her eyes one by one, until finally only four words remained.

"Take refuge, see through."

But why does it feel like something is still burning in my already empty chest?

Where does this flame come from?

Karna stared blankly into the distance. She saw the mutilated Sita and the Exile shouting something at her, but even they were just figments of her imagination, for they had long since burned out in the struggle against the Myoken Wheel.

The flames were scorching hot, roaring like a wounded beast.

Karna's eyes were open, and the flames sometimes resembled a wolf, and sometimes a lion.

She looked at the flame, surrounded by endless darkness, yet she felt warmth within her body, as if something was about to leap out from within her.

Has there been something I've forgotten? The flames dimmed, as if lacking some essential fuel.

It seemed that even the flames were resisting their own burning.

Karna seemed to hear the flames saying that they had been burning with anger and suffering for ten thousand years, and that suffering had also permeated eight thousand years of history.

But by this time, the "fuel" used to sustain the flames had become old.

Even the flames themselves are weary of this suffering.

Karna stood in the darkness, gazing at the fading flame, as if time had stood still.

The memories that flowed like a river resurfaced before her eyes. This time, facing the flames, she remembered the things that Hei Tian had deliberately avoided mentioning.

Karna saw it all; she saw the lowly people being forced to endure lynching, saw their fingernails being pulled out, and saw them being forced to eat the filth of the nobles.

She saw the farmers whose land had been seized, with no way to appeal to heaven or earth, and their cries echoed across the fields, so the following year's crops were extremely bitter.

She saw that in the Hive City built on the basis of the mine, the lowly people clung to it like ants, and the smoke from hemp leaves swirled on their dull, dark and withered faces, making their features indistinct.

She saw cannibals, villains, and manipulators; she saw human bones and flesh traded like objects; she saw three chains binding the people of the world...

These images stimulated Karna, forcing her to open her mouth.

The flames then burned fiercely and brightly.

"From now on, you should be angry for the insignificant and suffer for the innocent. Give off whatever heat and light you have, and don't wait for a torch."

The flames leaped brightly, and for the first time, Karna could see the world around him clearly.

She saw herself standing in front of flames, with black mud beneath her feet and tangled tree roots.

Countless people, resembling apes, are kneeling in the mud, searching for food with their hands.

There was a blurry figure in the flames. He wasn't very tall, but his hair was jet black and his eyes were bright.

The figure was walking forward.

"But if there is no fire in this world, then I will be the only light."

The figure became layered upon layered, countless, with no end in sight.

Karna wiped away her tears with her mutilated hand and walked into the flames, joining the people dressed in gray.

Then, flames also ignited on her body, and her skin, no longer fair and dazzling, appeared somewhat grayish-yellow.

But she kept her back very straight.

After an unknown amount of time, the monkeys that had been kneeling in the mud stood up one by one.

A man pointed at the bright, leaping flames and uttered incoherent words from his chest and abdomen.

He said, "Fire."

Karna opened his eyes.

She looked at Hei Tian, who was giving a passionate speech.

Sensing something amiss, Black Sky fell silent and instead stared at Karna lying on the ground.

At this moment, Krishna's hair turned pure white; while Karna's hair turned red like flames.

Karna rose from the ground, and the weapons of the Demon King of all ages silently floated up, following behind her.

The shattered black crown reappeared above her head. Black Sky looked mocking and was about to speak when she saw a burst of intense flames suddenly rise from the Black Crown, burning it into a fireball like the sun.

The fireball hovered above Arjuna's head, enveloping her entire body as if in flames.

"The Heroic Path".

Krishna said, "But as I said before, Bharata has no fertile ground for heroes to thrive. One or two heroes alone are not enough to bring about change."

Karna laughed, "When one hero falls, thousands more will rise."

"But they are not heroes! In Bharata, kings and nobles certainly exist!"

Krishna's expression was contorted with struggle; at this moment, he resembled Arjuna more than Krishna calmly placing his pieces in the heavens.

He waved his hand and threw the Myoken Wheel in a certain direction, causing a bloody storm to break out.

"Try to make them rebel against me, Karna! I can kill thousands or tens of thousands with a flick of my wrist. How can you possibly stop me? With your power? What difference is there between that and relying on nobles or attaching yourself to those in high positions?!"

He had a gloomy face.

"Have no idea."

Karna said, "I've never thought about that."

Even at this moment, a rather comical expression appeared on Heitian's face.

Whether it's a great achievement or Golden Truth, both contain reflections on the world, interpretations of oneself, and contemplations on history.

Now Karna says he never thought about that question?

That's fucking hilarious.

However, when Black Sky's twisted eyes met Karna's, the latter's voice rang in his ears.

"I did it because I wanted to."

Black Sky's expression was particularly distorted, yet he nodded.

That makes sense.

Because I want to live, I will live; because I want to kill, I will kill the enemy... The so-called Golden Truth, in the final analysis, is still about wanting to change the world, whether to make it better or worse.

Because "I want" is the driving force that propels those who strive for enlightenment onto the path of enlightenment.

[The Third Mark: The End of Giving]

At the end of her charity, Karna saw those who had received her kindness stand up, and like her, they embarked on the path of helping and being helped.

They helped each other and addressed each other as comrades.

This mark has almost no offensive or defensive capabilities, but it is a blueprint.

A blueprint outlining a possible future.

The third element of the Heroic Path has been completed.

Krishna's eyes were illuminated by the firelight.

He watched as flames coiled around the chess pieces on Hebe's fingertips, and as more and more pieces began to be entangled in the flames, and suddenly he laughed.

"Amazing, amazing."

Krishna clapped his hands and exclaimed sincerely, "It is because the victory in this Lostbelt has already been secured that you have resorted to such an extreme method to try to wipe out all my pieces."

"After all, even if we fought to the point of being empty-handed, I was indeed torn in two by the self-destructive Remnant Wolf."

Krishna with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

However, Hebe felt a chill.

"You've already lost."

She said calmly.

"I have indeed lost in Bharata."

Krishna and sighed, "But who told you that I would only fight you in Bharata?"

"Cathay?"

Hebe's voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Yes, Cathay."

Krishna said with a smile, "[The Golden Truth Vajrayana] – I will be the greatest king of the snowy land."