Chapter 229

"Look, Sati, today your father has invited the most noble and powerful gods in the world, the Gandharva and Yaksha, to attend your wedding with Shiva."

Daksha stood up, his face cold.

"May this Shiva, which I love, be worn around his neck."

After saying that, Sati threw the red wreath in her hand toward the Shiva statue.

"... snort."

Daksha gave a cold snort. He had already examined the statue; it was just a statue, not some kind of magical artifact.

However, he was also happy to see Sati struggle in her death throes, because it would allow him to better humiliate Shiva.

To Kama, standing nearby, the sound of Sati's footsteps was jarring, especially under the silent gaze of so many people.

Thump, thump, thump—the unaccustomed heavy footsteps.

Then Kama heard Sati's 'voice of love'—

"My love is true. I swore my love for Shiva before the god Kavia, and today I will marry you with dignity before my father, Shiva."

It's not that Kama, being a god, could hear other people's thoughts, but rather that Kama, as the god of Love God, could hear the heartfelt words of others when they deeply missed their loved ones.

"... Huh?"

Did the god Kavia witness the love between Sati and Shiva?

"That's a bit cunning, isn't it, Kavia? This is clearly my job, "Kama thought to himself.

Regardless, Kama still wished Sati's wish would come true.

"O Lord of the World, Lord of the Himalayas, please remember my lifelong prayers and ascetic practices before you. I beg you to allow Shiva to appear today and complete this wedding."

"This is what Daksha's lover, Sati's mother, murmured to herself."

In fact, apart from Daksha who stubbornly wanted to insult Shiva, the rest of Sati's family thought it was good for Sati and Shiva to be together. Unfortunately, they could not disobey Daksha, who was the head of the family.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of countless Rishi, immortals, Yaksha, and Gandharva, the wreath Sati threw seemed to freeze time, moving so slowly, so endlessly, so Serenity as if in eternal slumber.

"It's your turn, Kama."

Suddenly, Vritra whispered to Kama, "My lord says, use your Arrow of Love on that wreath."

Upon hearing Kavia's command, Vritra naturally understood that this was the ability that Tvashtar had created for Kama when he forged the Arrow of Love, which could transport people from the Underworld Realm to the place where the Arrow of Love was shot... However, according to Tvashtar, Kama, as its master, could only use it once.

"... Huh?"

Kama panicked upon hearing this.

The god Kavia told me to knock down the garland Sati threw in front of so many people? Isn't that helping Daksha insult Shiva?

How could that be? They were so close back when they were at the Ocean of Milk; even Sati was praying to the god Kavia in her heart...

Despite his many confusions and questions, Kama instinctively obeyed Vritra's words and shot his Arrow of Love at the wreath.

The tiny arrow transformed into a mere streak of light as it was released, striking the flower in an instant. However, to Kama's surprise, the flower did not fall; instead, it swiftly reached the neck of the Shiva statue and hung there.

Before Kama could even understand, in the next instant—

The once magnificent Hall was now filled with a mixture of blue and black smoke, as if it had been engulfed by it.

Earlier in the time, in the Underworld Realm.

"... Actually, I could have used that statue to get there; Kavia, Daksha couldn't see through it."

Shiva looked at Kavia with a helpless expression.

He originally didn't want to leave the Forest; he could have just come over from the statue when Sati threw the wreath. But unexpectedly, Kavia dragged him into the Underworld Realm.

"This won't do. This is your wedding with Sati, after all. We can't just let it go like this."

"Didn't we already have it done? You saw it with Sati."

"After all, there were so many people present."

"... I don't care."

"Alright, alright, if you don't care, then listen to me, stop with that long face, put on a smile, a bigger one, yes, a bigger one... Alright, time to go, Shiva."

Kavia's tone was very quiet.

"Good."

Let's go back to the present.

After the black and blue smoke dissipated, unidentified blue flowers replaced the flowers of Daksha and bloomed all over the mountains, displaying a magnificent azure color.

The flowers that should have stretched towards the sky, born Indraksha Indaksha, now lie prostrate on the ground. The boundary between the sky and the earth seems to be submerged in blue in an instant, as Serenity as if in eternal slumber, with the entire field of vision filled with boundless, dazzling blue.

At the same time, Shiva appeared before Sati with a smile on his face.

Sati reached out her hand almost unconsciously, and Shiva responded by reaching out his hand as well.

It's like water flowing downhill—a perfectly natural and self-evident principle.

It's as if they were a pair of handcrafted objects designed so precisely beforehand that they fit together perfectly and would never be separated.

Then, when Sati met Shiva's eyes, she laughed... but Daksha's expression was grim.

Instantly, the voices of gods, Gandharva, Yaksha resounded all around—

Praise be to the Great God!

Praise be to the Great God!

Praise be to the Great God!

Aside from the chorus of voices, Vritra looked on with delight at Kavia, who had arrived shortly after and was now seated at the table where she had been.

"Hmm? My lord, you really have come!"

"Certainly,"

"Do I mainly want to eat? There's so much food here in Daksha, I've already eaten so much, my lord you must try it!"

"In that case, Vritra, could you recommend some for me?"

"Absolutely no problem, this one is sweet, that one is spicy, and that one is level two sweet..."

Kama was at a loss for words as he gazed at the master and servant.

Although... there doesn't seem to be any need to say anything, since we're not that close...

So Kama, with unknown feelings, puffed out his cheeks and began to eat as well.

Kama was unaware that it was somewhat difficult to look directly at Kavia.

However, the Deity of Love God had a slight thought, "Kavia could have told me beforehand; there was no need for Vritra to relay the message."

Kama Jpg.

Chapter 297 The Wish of Asura King Shuichi.

Underworld Realm.

This place belongs to one of the Three Worlds. It has been barren since its inception, and no being has ever wanted to live here. After the collapse of the Ocean of Milk, the Asura who were lucky enough to survive had no choice but to live in it in order to survive.

Today, the various Asura leaders, who were originally fighting independently and disrespecting each other, frowned upon seeing the tall man led by the Asura mentor, the Sage of Venus Shukra. However, when they saw the numerous rats behind him, who were only 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall and looked like children, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Shukra, we respectfully address you as our teacher, yet you present this greenhorn, who doesn't even have any Asura willing to follow him, as our Asuras King? This is utterly absurd."

An Asura leader spread his arms wide, looking disdainfully at Shukra and the tall man opposite him. As he questioned them, the other Asura leaders also voiced their doubts.

"That's right, that's right. I think you've completely lost your mind, Shukra. How dare a little brat call himself the Asuras King?"

"This guy doesn't have any blessings at all? Forget about blessings, could he even defeat Indra?"

"Surely we're not the only ones who fall into this category, otherwise why wouldn't any Asura choose to follow us, but instead a bunch of useless rats?"

The numerous Asura laughed and chuckled, as if their weight were pressing down on Shukra, who stood opposite them.

"It's alright, I'm here."

The tall man, who was taught by Kavia to be Jalandhara by Shukra, had now grown to look almost exactly like Shiva. At this moment, he spoke softly to the Mice behind him who had always obeyed Kavia's orders and taken care of him, and were now trembling with fear from the Asura.

Then Jalandhara turned around and looked at Shukra beside him. "Teacher Shukra."

Shukra nodded and said:

"You have done it, Jalandhara. You have now been able to suppress your anger, so now is the time for you to become the King of Asura. Go forth, let the Asura know your name, rejoice in your name, delight in your name, and shout praises of your name—"

"Homage to Lord of the Himalayas the Kavia."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jalandhara a step forward, waving his arm and making a sound like thunder and lightning, which made the eardrums of many Asura buzz.

Seeing this, the Asura leader, who had asked the question first, pointed at the Jalandhara.

"Kid, you dare to challenge us?"

Boom!

In an instant, dark clouds gathered over the Underworld Realm, and thunder roared in all directions. Crimson lightning leaped and burst forth within the clouds, exploding into blood-red light that illuminated the face of the Asura. The blinding lightning danced wildly with the endless hurricane, like Demon laughing maniacally, exuding an aura of arrogance.

I will bury you in the ground like a pillar!

The Asura leader charged forward at breakneck speed, his entire body radiating violent lightning power.

He stretched out his right hand towards the rapidly moving body, Jalandhara as if he were grabbing something.

With Deafening Crash, a searing flash filled the vision of all the Asura present. In that instant, the lightning on the Asura leader's body struck him instead, and he was sent flying by the very power he had used.

"Varied..."

The Asura present were momentarily White-Haired Goddess.

Have you thought about this?

Jalandhara spoke, he looked at the many Asura facing him.

"Did the gods defeat you? Think about it carefully. It wasn't the gods who defeated you, but you who defeated yourselves."

"Why are you saying all this, Jalandhara...?"

Shukra frowned slightly, wondering what Jalandhara, this disciple, wanted to say.

"Rest assured, Shukra, I will become the Asuras King, no matter what."

Jalandhara spoke in a leisurely tone.

Although Shukra felt a little anxious about his leisurely attitude, he thought about his experiences over the years and realized that getting angry with Jalandhara was a waste of energy.

After all, Jalandhara not only Perfection fulfilled everything a disciple should do, except for the occasional disobedience, but also so on, so there was no need to interfere.

Then Jalandhara took out a bottle and poured its contents onto the ground, immediately attracting the attention of many Asura.

That was money, representing wealth, something the Asura hadn't seen for countless years since they were driven to the Underworld Realm.

He is Maha Asura.

Jalandhara quietly looked at one of the countless Asura and pointed at him.

Asura, who was being pointed at by Jalandhara, trembled uncontrollably upon seeing the gazes around him, wondering why this guy named Jalandhara would say such things.

But the next instant, Jalandhara pointed at another Asura and said:

He is Maha Asura.

This caused the Asura to look at each other in bewilderment, wondering what the Jalandhara meant.

"He is!"

"He is!"

"He is!"

And so, Jalandhara kept shouting, which made the Asura look in the direction he was pointing, even subconsciously looking at empty places.

And as if to make the Asura understand completely, Jalandhara finally said:

"You can all be Maha Asura."

The Asura stared intently at the Jalandhara who was about to speak, quietly awaiting his words.

"But you don't know how to unite your forces; instead, you are enemies and kill each other. If you could unite, no one could stop you from achieving your goals."

At this moment, a dozen or so daring Asura walked out of the camp towards the Jalandhara carefully took the bottle from its hand.