Chapter 288

They are the six generations of Demon King who inherited the Black Crown —from the Exile wielding the vajra to the final "Sixth Heavenly Demon King," Sita.

The statues of the six Demon Kings have peaceful expressions, with faces as white as a full moon, and are painted in accordance with Buddhist rites.

Their gazes all fell on the empty square in front of them, meeting the eyes of Hebe as he stepped into the square and looked up.

Hebe raised her hands and clasped them together.

These exiles, forced to leave their homeland, eventually found their place in time.

Whether they died a glorious and worthy death in battle, or they found peace after letting go of their burning anger, or they found solace in observing the myriad aspects of human life in the city and putting an end to their inner obsessions... in short, they were all content.

Hebe walked around the temple, which had no doors, and after she had circled it once, she saw that the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared.

The bright, magnificent sunlight forced through the clouds and fell on the still-drenched ground after the rain.

A figure with long, flowing purple hair stood quietly in the sunlight. Her face was radiant, and there was no trace of gloom in her dark red eyes.

"World Honored One."

Her voice was like the wind, yet it carried a hint of joy.

On this pure and serene land, the two met again after a thousand years.

For Hebe, it was just a matter of a moment.

"But World Honored One, Kama has been waiting for this day for a very, very long time."

When Kama walked up to her, Hebe realized that Kama was much taller than her, both in stature and appearance, as if they were from different generations.

Hebe watched as she reached out and touched her eyebrows and cheeks, and smiled gently.

"Thanks a lot."

"Hebe said."

With just a simple sentence, the light in Kama's eyes turned into clear water, like a clear lake.

Hebe felt as if she had fallen into a lake.

"World Honored One."

Kama leaned down, gazing intently into Hebe's deep green eyes. "I don't believe your eyes are still empty."

"Well."

Hebe twitched the corner of her mouth. "Kamadiya, I have something to say."

The Heavenly Demon's eyes sparkled with starlight. She smiled and silently gazed at Hebe.

"I have not been 'reincarnated' just once."

Hebe's voice was somewhat hoarse, and she lowered her eyelids.

"Ah... In other words, the World Honored One saved others in the same way he saved me."

Kama's voice was unexpectedly calm. "And those people will surely admire the World Honored One just as I do."

Aren't you angry?

Hebe whispered.

"No, World Honored One."

Kama replied, "I have waited for a thousand years and a hundred years, a hundred years and a thousand years. But when I saw the World Honored One, I had no desires left in my heart."

"Then, Kamadiya."

Hebe asked again, "Do you want to stay here, or come back with me?"

"Wherever the World Honored One goes, I will go."

Kama said gently, "But before that, I would like to tell the World Honored One their story."

The sun sets and rises again.

Kama spoke slowly, Hebe listened quietly.

After a day and a night like this, the story of a thousand years has been told.

"World Honored One, let's go."

"Good."

Hebe took out the White Deer Staff and straddled it. "Kama, you sit behind me."

Hebe then drove the White Deer Staff at a speed of thirty kilometers per hour toward the airport.

After some commotion, they landed in the United States Federation the next day.

"Was the World Honored One born in the United States Federation?"

Kama looked at Hebe, who was familiar with all sorts of tricks, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"No."

Hebe answered while elbowing a passing unemployed hoodlum.

The unemployed youth, who was about to elbow Hebe, suddenly clutched his ribs and collapsed on the roadside.

"World Honored One, this is..."

"It's from the United States Federation, and also a local custom of Albion."

Hebe said, "These unemployed teenagers have nothing better to do than go out and elbow old ladies."

"World Honored One, you are not old at all."

"I'm just saying that for the sake of it; in reality, they not only elbowed the old lady, but they elbowed anyone who passed by at will."

"That's so mean."

Kama frowned slightly, staring at the young man who had fallen to the ground and was groaning in pain, his lips moving slightly.

A mandala incantation was recited from her lips.

Hebe glanced at it briefly but didn't say anything.

Whether it's Buddhist scriptures or Hindu classics, they are essentially a collection of instructions and hymns.

The preceding scriptures describe the specific rituals and practices of this deity, while the following hymns express his powerful abilities.

Normally, this hymn is not translated, so after it spread, it was regarded as a mantra—that is, called a "Dharani".

At this moment, the "mandala" that Kama recited was a truly powerful incantation.

This incantation won't kill you, it will only cause certain bodily functions to age prematurely... well, like the prostate and bladder.

Hebe booked a tour to the Rocky Mountains, but she and Kama left the tour midway through.

She was searching for Miss A-Long, who was still asleep.

Miss A-Long is a dragon that came to life from Mount Takachiho, and her current connection to the Rocky Mountains can be seen as a way of fulfilling her mission.

Hebe could have simply woken up A-Long, and he would probably have been willing to go with her... but there was no need to do something so irresponsible.

Regarding Miss A-Long's location, Hebe had already found the general direction through divination.

But in modern terms, that's more than half a year.

Water has its veins, and mountains have their roots. Mountain ranges are like waves that have risen and fallen over long geological periods.

Although Miss A-Long is asleep, she will still move around unconsciously. Not to mention that she has an extremely high status, making it almost impossible to pinpoint her exact location.

Even Hebe was constantly calculating using the stars in the sky.

Or you can reach out and press your hand on the surface of a tree, using the authority of the King of Plants to command the plants to clear a path for you.

Most divination methods require one to seek information from the vast wilderness based on one's own spiritual position.

Furthermore, there is another problem with doing this: using the same divination method for a long time can lead to spiritual dullness and an inability to keenly interpret the hints.

Therefore, diviners usually do not repeatedly perform divination on the same issue.

But Hebe was different; she had mastered many divination methods and held a terrifyingly high position.

When she found Miss A-Long's resting place, she had only used less than a quarter of her divination skills.

"World Honored One, where is the 'A-Long' you are looking for?"

Kama followed Hebe to the open space, but after looking around, he still couldn't find his target.

"Miss A-Long is a dragon."

Hebe stomped on the solid mountain beneath her feet. "She's right here beneath our feet."

Kama's gaze toward Hebe became strange.

Of course, in Kama's mind, it was only natural that the World Honored One could subdue a dragon, but she did not see any trace of the dragon's existence.

She was even more Hebe about what method Hebe planned to use to wake up the sleeping dragon.

"Hold on."

Hebe snapped her fingers.

Immediately afterwards, Kama saw that Hebe's sportswear, which he had worn while trekking through the mountains and forests, had transformed into some kind of flowing clothing with an oriental style.

It was Sorceress's outfit in the style of ancient Higashi —pure white inner and outer garments, a red skirt, and white tabi socks on red straw sandals, making her look both sacred and pure.

The flaxen hair was probably too long, so the ends were tied up with sandalwood paper and hemp thread.

Hebe reached out and adjusted the golden crown on her head, securing it between her two fox ears.

"World Honored One, you, your tail..."

"That's too much, that's true."

Hebe tilted his head and retracted the extra tail, leaving only a large, golden tail swaying.

This is a traditional Sorceress outfit, not a postmodern modified version; the excessive tails severely detract from the overall aesthetics.

Hebe took two steps forward. Her body was originally petite, but with those two steps, she gradually grew taller in Kama's eyes, as if a Vajra or a wrathful deity stood there, exuding complete majesty.

[Subdue Trample —A reward from Scar Father. You can now designate any target and "subdue" it by trampling.]

When facing a goal that you feel pressured to achieve, environmental imagery will be more effective in empowering you.

[The target that is being pressured may temporarily drop in rank!]

In the ancient history of Cathay, it was customary for the ruler to bless himself and curse his enemy before the army went to war; these two practices shared a common thread.

This was the reward Hebe received after conquering the Atlantis Lostbelt.

She took a few steps forward and stood at the central axis connecting A-Long and the Rocky Mountains, pinning this great mountain range across the Americas to her feet with her own presence!

The Rocky Mountains are not active, but they still possess a nascent consciousness and respond to external stimuli.

If the Rocky Mountains were a living being, then Miss A-Long would be her beloved daughter.

The golden crown on Hebe's head is actually a variation of the Crown of Remus.

[Crown of Remus - You can now create your own unique Secret Teachings Sorcery using language.]

[Note that the more powerful and historically significant a language is, the more potent its Secret Teachings Sorcery becomes, and the more difficult the research process.]

[Note! The deeper your understanding of the Secret Teachings Sorcery will last, and the simpler the research process will be.]

Through the Crown of Remus, Hebe combines several rewards, including Word Spirit, Guardian, Great Talisman of Abundance, and Holy Text, to directly communicate with the Rocky Mountains as the King of Plants.

Her voice became strange and high-pitched, like a howling wind or the rustling of trees swaying in a downpour, carrying a kind of primal and savage power.

The valley was empty, the echoes were eerie, and a few claps of thunder were mixed in with the clouds.

"Tsk."

Hebe's brow furrowed slightly.

It wasn't that the Rocky Mountains disagreed, but rather that their response was far too slow.

If Hebe is typing on a computer, then normal communication would at least require typing on a mobile phone using the nine-key Pinyin input method.

The Rocky Mountains are like using an old-fashioned mobile phone, and you have to type each word by hand.

Hebe took a deep breath and let out a long, hollow whistling sound.

The gist of it is: I am Miss A-Long's owner, and I am now taking her home.