Chapter 253

The previous incident at Andhaka could have been destroyed if it hadn't been for the intervention of the reincarnation of Kavia. Narada witnessed this and was puzzled. Theoretically, Shiva had cultivated for millions of years, shouldn't be so easily Wrath.

"Narada, it was the appearance of Jia that quelled the Great God's anger; Andhaka's words were merely a trigger..."

Vishnu sighed for the first time in a long time after saying this.

Have you ever seen Ga's Wrath?

"How could this be? Everyone knows that the Lord of the Himalayas right injustices, illuminates the Heavens, and loves all things. How could he possibly be Wrath...?"

Narada wanted to refute it, but these were the words spoken by his own Lord, so they could not possibly be false.

Kavia Wrath? Why would she be Wrath? It doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it...

"The day the Holy Mountain melts is fast approaching, a consequence of millions of years of Wrath."

Vishnu offered no further explanation, but simply gazed silently at a certain point in the Underworld Realm with his lotus eyes.

Underworld Realm, a certain place.

"Water..."

"Water..."

Hundreds of people from different races were tied to a large rock, uttering murmurs.

In response to their cries for help, dozens of Asura held torches and then poured water from vats onto the areas where the tormented people couldn't reach their mouths, causing them to display expressions of pain and despair. Afterward, they placed the torches on their lower bodies and watched them burn alive.

"He is about to return! My Lord is about to return!"

Among the many Asura performing their bizarre dances, Asura one wearing buffalo horns appears to be their leader, pointing to the raging fire and saying this.

"These fires reflect the Wrath of my Lord; if they are extinguished, it means that the spirit of my Lord has stabilized."

He then waved again.

"But the fire will not be extinguished; once my Lord's wrath erupts, a raging inferno will rise, melting the Holy Mountain!"

My Lord!

One of the Asura who was dancing saw that the fire had subsided and immediately cried out in despair.

"You can't calm down! You have to worry about us! You have to take care of us!"

The Asura lay around the flames, even reaching out his hand to be burned by the fire.

"Be Wrath, my Lord!"

Have pity on us!

Some even went so far as to smash their heads against the rocks.

It was practically a place where demons ran rampant.

"Why is the fire getting smaller? Because there isn't enough blood. We need more blood to offer to our Lord! Blood! Death! Pain!"

The water buffalo Asura then shouted.

"Be Wrath, my Lord! Have mercy on us and come to our side! Return, my Lord!"

As he spoke, he picked up a bone from the side, crushed it into Ashes, and threw it onto the idol they worshipped.

"For the sake of our Lord's mercy and swift return, I, Moses Sand, and you are all ready!"

"Yes, it is thanks to the sacrifices of these lowly humans that we have these Ashes."

The Asura beside them frantically stroked the small mountain of Ashes made of countless bones.

"My Lord will be very pleased to be in this tripod made of Ashes, hee hee hee."

"The reincarnation of our Lord has appeared; we must seize him immediately—"

"No!"

Moses Sand smashed the head of the Asura uttered those words, causing blood to splatter everywhere. The Asura, who were still performing their bizarre dance, became even more excited by the sight of blood.

"That is our Lord! No one dares to seize him! Who would dare to do that! No one is allowed to do that! Besides, it would be far too foolish!"

"For anyone who attempts to influence my Lord will only incur his Wrath!"

"We just need to wait for the right moment, and he'll become uncontrollable, making him easier for us to control!"

Moses Sand let out a maniacal laugh, then dumped the small mountain of Ashes onto the sofa—

On the statue of the Fourth-Aspected God of the Himalayas, Kavia Lord of the Himalayas.

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Chapter 313 Ramayana.

In India epics and historical records, there are two legendary Kshatriya dynasties.

One is the Lunar Dynasty, which is based on the Mahabharata, and the other is the Sun King Dynasty, which has many figures, including Tirthankara of Jainism, King Bahubali, and so on. Even Buddhism believes that the Savior, the father of the Savior, King Suddhodana, and the son of the Savior Rahula, all came from the Sun King Dynasty.

The capital of the Sun King Dynasty in the Human Realm is Ayodhya City, built on the Sarayu River Ayodhya, meaning "Invincible City".

Today, cries and cheers resounded in Ayodhya City.

The current ruler of the Sun King Dynasty, Dasharatha, had finally given birth to a child, and everyone in the city cheered.

Dasharatha had three wives, but they had not borne him any children for many years. In desperation, Dasharatha had to ask the people for advice. At this time, the priest Rishi Vashishtha said that only by asking the Deer-Horn Rishi of the deer antlers who lived in seclusion in the Forest could Dasharatha perform a horse shrine.

The horse sacrifice, also known as the horse ritual, was an important Ritual in the Veda period of India. Traditionally, it was presided over by the king himself, who prayed to deities such as the god of life and Indra for offspring or a stable throne. This Ritual held an important position in Ancient India society, serving not only as a religious activity but also as a combination of political and military activities.

The Dasharatha naturally agreed, but finding the Deer-Horn Rishi's trail was a problem.

The Deer-Horn Rishi's mother was a deer, so he was born with antlers, which is why he is called the Deer-Horn Rishi.

The Deer-Horn Rishi practiced asceticism and studied the Veda from a young age.

After discussing it, the group decided to use a honey trap to lure him out. Sure enough, the Deer-Horn Rishi, who had never left the Forest since childhood and had never seen a woman, was lured out. Although his intentions were not good, the Deer-Horn Rishi and the girl were indeed in love, so the Deer-Horn Rishi was not angry and agreed to help the Dasharatha hold the Horse Shrine.

After the Horse Shrine ceremony, the Fertility Ceremony takes place, which is when Vishnu and Lakshmi choose to be reincarnated as humans.

Therefore, Dasharatha soon had four children, and the priest, the Rishi Vashishtha, named the four princes according to their talents.

The son who preserves the world is named Bharata.

It brings terrible memories to the enemy, and is used to Shatrughna.

A place of Dharma, a place of loving brothers, worthy of being a pillar of the world, this son is named Lakshmana.

Like an ocean of joy, containing treasures and blessings, even the smallest act brings blessings to all beings in the Three Worlds; its name brings peace to all.

Rama.

King Rama, the Seventh Avatar of Vishnu, was not long after Ravana defeated Yama, the Death God, and declared that he had conquered death, which made the gods fear him.

At the same time, Hanuman, the son of the Wind God Vayu, was born. Hanuman's mother was cursed and turned into a monkey, so she continued to practice asceticism in order to break the curse and prayed to have a powerful and Divinity son to protect her. Her piety moved the Wind God Vayu, Wind God decided to help her fulfill this wish.

On the day Rama was born, Dasharatha, who prayed for an heir, received an offering from Fire God Agni. Vayu, seeing this, decided to send a portion of the offering to Hanuman's mother. When she ate the offering, she immediately became pregnant and eventually gave birth to Hanuman.

When Hanuman was born, he mistook the Sun for a ripe fruit and tried to pluck it. The Sun God Surya was shocked by his action and tried to stop him. In the end, Indra struck Hanuman with lightning, causing him to fall to the ground.

When Vayu saw his beloved child injured, he was filled with extreme Wrath and stopped the air from flowing throughout the world, causing all living things to suffocate. The gods eventually came before Vayu to beg for his forgiveness and bestowed upon Hanuman even greater blessings, restoring his health...

Time flies, spring goes and winter comes, and flowers sway in the breeze.

During Rama's childhood, his father Dasharatha encountered an event while hunting that would affect both his and Rama's lives. Dasharatha was also known as the Dasharatha Dasharatha Dasharatha was said to be able to drive ten Chariot at the same time.

This was the death of Shravana.

Shravana was born into a very poor but devout family. His parents were old and blind, Shravana took on the responsibility of caring for them. Since his parents longed to go on a pilgrimage, Shravana decided to fulfill their wish in a simple way. He used a carrying pole to carry two baskets, put his parents in the baskets, and carried them on his back, wanting to travel to the four Holy Land of India.

On that day, Shravana was searching for water in the Forest to fetch water for her thirsty parents when Dasharatha was hunting in the Forest. Hearing the sound of water, he mistook it for a deer and shot an arrow that struck Shravana, causing Shravana death.

On his deathbed, he asked Dasharatha to bring water to his parents and tell them the truth.

Feeling remorseful, Dasharatha did as instructed, but after learning the truth Shravana's parents cursed Dasharatha -o.

"I curse you, just as we are devastated by the loss of our beloved son, your life will also be filled with the pain of losing our beloved son, and the whole world will bear witness to this vow! This is our curse..."

After their Sorrow words, the two who had lost their son chose to commit suicide, and the Dasharatha could only cremate the three bodies.

Dasharatha had intended to hunt in the Forest for a day, but instead, he hastily departed after the cremation. He was afraid of the curse of the parents of the Shravana, and that the curse would surely come true... This curse was later fulfilled when Dasharatha died in anguish from the loss of his son Rama.

Meanwhile, Ravana's plan to conquer the Three Worlds was still progressing slowly. Rahu and Ketu honored him as king, while the Sun God Surya and the Moon Goddess Chandra were imprisoned by him.

Shiva and Brahma were powerless to do anything about it, for they were merely witnessing this era, while Rama's story was destined to be told for all eternity.

The incarnation of Lakshmi was born during the sacrificial ceremony of the elderly and childless Janaka. During the ceremony, a child appeared in the earth, which Janaka considered a gift from the gods and regarded as his own child, naming him Sita.

Indeed, just as Janaka had expected, Shiva then appeared before him and gave him a bow, telling him that besides Sita, there was another person who could draw this bow, and that person would relieve the father's greatest worry about his daughter.

On the other hand, Dasharatha was unable to accept his children leaving his sight, especially Rama, because he was afraid of Shravana the parents of the children.

Seeing this, the Rishi Vashishtha felt that Dasharatha was spoiling his sons too much, leaving no one to teach them combat skills. Therefore, he proposed that Dasharatha allow the Rishi Vishwamitra to become disciples of Rama and the others. Dasharatha was naturally Rishi Vashishtha unwilling, but the wish expressed by the Rishi Vishwamitra had come at Jiyu's invitation, made it difficult for Dasharatha to refuse.

"I need the help of the two princes, Rama and Lakshmana, to kill the Rakshasi, Tataka. For this, I will teach you both well."

The reason why the Rishi Vishwamitra came was not only because of the invitation of the Rishi Vashishtha, but also because his Fire Sacrifice was often disturbed by the Rakshasi, Tataka, so he could not perform it smoothly. Therefore, Shiva came to advise him that the two children of Dasharatha could help him solve the problem. At that time, he happened to receive the request from the sage of the Clan of Abundance, so he brought them along.

Jiyu and his Vishvamitra had a conflict in the past. In the churning of the Ocean of Milk, not only did Indra's Mount Airavata come into being, but also the Wish-Fulfilling Cow, which was regarded as a symbol of wealth, prosperity and nurturing. In the Ramayana, it is called Shabala, and in the Mahabharata, it has various names, such as Nandini, Surabhi, and Kamadhenu.

Jiyu obtained the Wish-Fulfilling Cow, while his Vishvamitra tried to exchange it for countless treasures. However, after being refused, Vishvamitra chose to seize it by force, but ultimately failed.

After experiencing this incident Vishvamitra went on a period of self-reflection and eventually reconciled, becoming close friends again.

Faced with such a pleading request from the Rishi Vishwamitra, the kind-hearted Dasharatha could not refuse and could only agree.

The Vishvamitra were overjoyed to receive the Dasharatha Dasaksha, because in their view, the Fire Sacrifice, which had been disturbed for many years, could finally continue properly. So, after learning from Dasharatha about Rama's training location, they went to see how Rama, whom Shiva had mentioned, was doing.

As a result, when they successfully arrived at the training ground of the young Rama, the Rishi Vishwamitra saw flowers everywhere, birds gathered and surrounded the area, the fragrance of green leaves wafted through the verdant forest, and the bright flowers sang praises of life. If one listened carefully, one could hear the joy of nature, just like the sea of flowers in the Himalayas Mountains in the past, just like the sea of flowers when Shiva was in a fit of rage.

"Um..."

The Rishi's body suddenly trembled a few times. His gaze turned towards the center of the flower field, and the moment he saw the person next to the red-haired boy, everyone got goosebumps.

Therefore, the Vishvamitra carefully took their leave, not wanting to disturb the two people standing in the sea of flowers.

A young man with red hair, holding Bow and Arrow, is shooting at a target. He is Rama, the Seventh Avatar of Vishnu, who will become the Righteous King.

As for the other one, his snow-white hair reached his waist, and he wore only white. Most people might not recognize him, but to his Vishvamitra, this was the reason he willingly left.

That was his Lord Kavia, the Lord of the Himalayas! Even if he was a reincarnation, he dared not disturb him casually.

At the same time, Kavia was watching Rama shoot arrows from the side, noticed the departure of his Vishvamitra and smiled in his direction.

It was quite normal for Kavia and Rama to know each other. After all, Kavia was now acting as the god of Love God for Kama. The Human Realm was the place where Chu appeared most frequently in the Three Worlds. Therefore, Rama, who was located in Ayodhya City, would naturally see this stranger from time to time. He felt that although he did not know him, he would become good friends if he met and communicated with him more often.

Although Rama did not take any action, Kavia still found an opportunity to talk to Rama, who would secretly follow her whenever she came to Ayodhya City. After all, Rama was the reincarnation of Vishnu, and in some ways, he was like her, only without his memories.

In short, it gradually came to the point that if Kavia came to Ayodhya City, Rama would invite him to visit his archery training grounds.

Back to the present, none of Rama's shots hit the bullseye, which greatly disappointed Rama. After all, he had wanted to show off his skills in front of his friend 'Kaya', but instead, he had embarrassed himself.

"That's strange... no... I feel like something's not quite right... My touch isn't working well today... that must be it."

Rama gave Kavia an awkward smile, "I'm completely baffled..."

I'll give it a try.

Kavia raised Kama's Bow of Love, her feet firmly planted on the ground, her body leaning slightly forward, her eyes fixed on the bullseye in the distance, a small red dot almost swallowed by the thin mist.

At the same time, an arrow is drawn from the quiver, the shaft twirling at the fingertips, conveying the coolness and power of the wood. The Proxy God of Love skillfully places the arrow's fletching on the bowstring, which vibrates slightly, producing an almost imperceptible sound. The bow is slowly drawn back, gradually curving into a Perfection arc.

At that very moment, Rama, witnessing this act, stopped breathing, and time seemed to stand still.

At this moment, the Nami the Bow of Love was wrapped around the arrow, dancing in the air as if in a dance.

Then, the instant Kavia released the string, a crisp note pierced the silence, and the arrow shot out like lightning, cutting through the air with a slight whooshing sound, heading straight for its target. The arrow struck the bullseye precisely, producing a dull thud.

Well, to put it simply, Rama was no exception when it came to his friend's actions. After all, he was the Proxy God of Love, and even as an agent, he was still quite powerful. It's just that he felt a little disappointed...

"Rama, how you shoot an arrow isn't important; the key is how the arrow hits the target."

Although Kavia knew that he was not Rama's Teacher, since Rama was his friend, it was perfectly reasonable for him to assist or help him.

"If you believe that you are the one who should shoot this arrow, the archer's mindset leads you astray..."

As he spoke, Kavia walked up to Rama, took an arrow from his quiver, and continued speaking.

"To ensure the arrow hits its target, you must become its medium."

Kavia then placed the arrow back into Rama's hand.