Chapter 256

After a moment's thought, Kavia asked Rama.

As Shiva's Divine Bow, Rama should naturally have met Shiva as the link. However, for some reason, the link was connected to Kavia, who was secretly observing the scene. Kavia was initially puzzled by this, but quickly realized what was going on.

"It is to shatter the arrogance of all the kings present, to make them witness who is truly Sita's husband. As for your concern about the bow of the Great God..."

Kavia smiled.

"This is its purpose in this Lila, Rama. You saw this bow, you revered it, you raised it high, you drew it, and finally you broke it. This is the purpose of this divine bow. So there is no need for hesitation. As your Vishvamitra have said, you are blessed by the Great God and the Himalayas. To overcome the darkness of the world, to honor a father's promise, and for Sita, go and fulfill your duty."

Rama closed his eyes and nodded upon hearing this, then the mist in his eyes cleared, and he placed his hand on Shiva's Divine Bow.

Meanwhile, Ravana's gaze remained fixed on Rama. As Rama and Kavia conversed, the King of the Rakshasas felt an involuntary fear arise from within him, sensing something terrifying surging around Rama.

This frightened Ravana so much that he dared not even breathe, which made the extremely arrogant Rakshasa King feel quite uncomfortable.

After all, he held humans in utter contempt, which is why he didn't include them when he asked Brahma's Blessing.

Just as Ravana was puzzled as to why Rama possessed such power, the air suddenly vibrated, and an invisible, transparent stream of energy shot out from Rama's hand towards the Three Worlds. Its power was comparable to the full force of the Wind God Vayu, and the violent impact caused the entire Three Worlds to shake.

The earth creaked and groaned, and the Planet shook violently as spinning debris and shattered buildings scattered like bursting balloons.

This was merely the first time Rama had lifted Shiva's Divine Bow; the subsequent birth was an even more terrifying scene.

Because after Rama raised Shiva's Divine Bow, he shot it into the sky and broke the bow.

The Universe trembled, the earth teetered on the brink of destruction, the seas roared, the stars shifted, and the gods trembled in fear... The power that snapped the divine bow and impacted the world would also bring about many profound changes.

Then, Rama sensed a presence and immediately turned his gaze in that direction.

I sensed an aura emanating from that place, not murderous intent, but a purer, more fundamental Wrath.

This was the first time Rama had witnessed how the intense emotions emanating from an individual could distort the very rules of the world.

"Wait!"

A voice came from where Rama was looking. It came from a red-haired youth who looked similar to Rama, but with some differences.

Upon seeing the visitor, King Janaka immediately rose, clasped his hands together, and respectfully greeted him:

"At this auspicious moment of my daughter's marriage selection ceremony, Mithila welcomes you, Parashurama."

The visitor was none other than Rama, the sixth Parashurama of Vishnu's Sixth Avatar, who was dissatisfied because Rama had broken Shiva's Divine Bow, causing a shock Three Worlds.

The Seventh Avatar Rama, Sixth Avatar Parashurama.

Although both are incarnations of Vishnu, Rama is closer to Vishnu himself than the one wielding the axe.

The conflict between the two may seem strange, but it is actually quite normal, because the Wrath of the axe-wielder is not ordinary Wrath, but rather a manifestation of his Divinity power.

"But the reason I'm here is not auspicious."

Holding the axe, he frowned and spoke aggressively.

Seeing the axe being wielded so forcefully, some of the kings present even muttered under their breath, "Thank goodness I wasn't the one who broke that bow."

Unable to understand why the axe-wielding king was so Wrath, King Janaka could only continue to smile and say, "Please allow me the honor of being your host—"

"No! King! To entertain me in a place that insults the Shiva's Divine Bow is like Poison!"

Holding the axe, he surveyed his surroundings. "Who dares to commit such an evil deed! Who broke this divine bow! Merely to flaunt their power and shake the Three Worlds! They will pay the price! The one who broke this divine bow is my enemy!"

Immediately afterwards, he shouted while holding the axe:

"Step forward!"

Then the Divine Axe in his hand flashed with light, and although there was no sound, a huge column of heat pierced straight through the sky and the earth.

He once wielded a Divine Axe and used it to kill Thousand-Armed Arjuna.

This Thousand-Armed Arjuna is not the previous incarnation of Arjuna in the Mahabharata; he is merely a person with the same name. He unified the Three Worlds through the blessing that "Vishnu can defeat him." The Sun God Surya once disguised himself as a beggar and begged him. Thousand-Armed Arjuna promised to give him anything in the Kingdom. In return, the Sun God gave him an incredibly powerful Bow and Arrow, which was not Gandiva.

Later, Thousand-Armed Arjuna used this Bow and Arrow to wound the son of the Son of the Water God Son of the Water God, who cursed him, saying that no one named Arjuna in his future generations would become a king.

He was eventually killed by Parashurama.

"Why aren't you stepping forward?!"

In his Wrath, he continued to survey his surroundings with the axe in hand. In the quiet atmosphere, his gaze suddenly landed on a spot not far away.

"Come..."

Jia and his parents...

In the middle of the Gallery were ordinary people and Rishi, with powerful Yaksha behind them. However, among them were two figures who looked like a brother and sister or a younger brother.

With long silver hair, blue eyes, and simple clothes, he should have been quite eye-catching in the eyes of the axe-wielder, but those around him seemed not to notice.

The axe-wielder found Kavia's arrival quite normal; after all, she was the Love God, and even though she was acting as his agent, she was still quite busy.

So, holding the axe, he thought for a moment and decided that he might as well come back to Mithila tomorrow to find the guy who broke Shiva's Divine Bow, and not disturb Ka's duties as the Love God...

However, just as he was about to leave with his axe, as he had done before, a voice called out to him.

"It was I who broke this divine bow."

Rama continued.

"Therefore, if I am to bear your anger and punishment, then it is I. You may punish me as you wish."

"Oh?"

Holding the axe, he turned to face Rama. "Are you trying to appease me with your respect? If you truly respect me, why did you remain silent when I arrived? I would have preferred you to take up arms, for I do not kill the unarmed. But today is the day of the birth of 'love,' and I do not wish to taint this joyous day with blood."

"My Rishi, it is the duty of the Raghu Dynasty to worship Brahmin. Therefore, as your servant, how can I attack you? Battles can only be fought between Warrior, not between us."

Faced with the aggressive axe-wielding man, Rama did not Wrath; he simply responded quietly.

The Raghu Dynasty, also known as the Sun King, originates from the Sanskrit epic poem "The Raghuvamsha" by the famous India poet Kalidasa.

However, Rama, wielding the axe, still didn't give the Yijin people a friendly look.

You don't actually think that's why I'm not attacking you, do you?

"Rishi, you are the broken Shiva's Divine Bow."

"You didn't even lift the bow, yet you expect me to believe that you broke this divine bow?"

Seeing Vishnu's Sixth Avatar and Seventh Avatar locked in such a fierce confrontation, Kavia felt somewhat amused, though perhaps a little guilty.

Furthermore, Kavia understood that since Rama could not prove that he had broken the axe, he would not let the matter rest, given Rorama's character.

Indeed, even though the axe-wielder had left Kavia was present, he still came back the next day to ask who had broken the divine bow.

At the same time, Kavia felt it was time for him to make his move, so he prepared to get up—

What do you want to do?

"I'll go help out. Don't worry, I'll be quick."

Kavia's blue eyes seemed to see right through Kama's heart.

Kama, as if he had no intention of letting him go, cast an unusually cold gaze at him and continued to tug at Kavia's clothes.

"So what?"

Kama responded in this way, but Kavia continued to press for answers:

"Could you let go of my hand?"

"Don't want."

"That was too quick an answer."

Kama responded quietly:

"As your elder who raised you, I have an obligation to ensure your safety, and I have no obligation to accept your suggestion. I truly don't know how to deal with that axe- Parashurama. How could Lesser God like me possibly handle him? Even so, I know that troublesome fellows like you will definitely stick to him. I think neither Rama nor the axe-wielding one will be the last."

Kama's words were indeed very reasonable, a point Kavia had to admit, but he still had a way to deal with it.

"In that case, Kama, you shall come with me."

"With you?"

"Um."

The silver-haired youth nodded.

Kama deliberately remained Love God, perhaps because he felt there was a significant difference between proxy and reality, or perhaps he simply wanted to express his dissatisfaction.

However, Kama understood that even so, Kavia wouldn't stand idly by, so he had already achieved great success.

"You agreed? Then let's go."

"Huh?!"

Kavia turned around, embraced the unsuspecting Kama, and then moved to the center of the square, where thousands of people were watching.

At the same time, Kavia said this to the axe-wielder:

"I'll prove it."

The arrival of spring, known only to one god, and the god representing love, adorned this Bow-Fire Sacrifice with a final, grand celebration.

The Ramayana states:

The Buddha did what he was supposed to do.

His nobility invited the glorious Vasanta and Kama.

And so, the pure dawn arrived.

A shower of petals fell, heavenly drums resounded in unison, conch shells and drums clashed, the mountain peaks were multicolored, flowers were blooming in the forests, and magnificent trees grew everywhere, a riot of colors, adorned with treasures.

Some trees are entirely of gold, shining as brightly as flames. These trees bloom and bear fruit eternally, and all kinds of birds perch on them. They can fulfill all human desires, offering heavenly fragrance, sap, and touch.

The river water is clear and blue, beautiful and auspicious. The banks are high, adorned with round pearls, gold, and extremely precious mani jewels.

There are also thousands of rivers, with green glass lotus leaves, red lotus flowers and golden lotus flowers, dotting many ponds. The golden lotus flowers are like the rising Rising Sun, covering the colorful blue lotus flowers everywhere; the leaves are extremely precious Mani, and the filaments are made of real gold.

The Himalayas!

Your great ascetic practices have been told in great detail by people, and are paid tribute to with wildflowers and weeds.

Your asceticism is immeasurable, your strength is immeasurable, and your morality is immeasurable.

The sun, moon, and stars, all around and in all directions, the heavens are truly vast, worthy of praise and joy.

You arrive first in the sea of creation, you shine in the great entity, you are the body of the entire Universe, you shelter countless worlds, your steadfastness is the Holy Mountain, fire is Wrath, the moon is joy, you have the mark of Divinity.

Returning to the present, the situation has changed dramatically.

Faced with this earth-shattering change at the Bow-Fire Sacrifice, the astonished crowd couldn't help but turn their attention to the suddenly appearing silver-haired youth.

"Oh? And how do you prove it?"

Upon seeing his familiar friend Jia appear, the anger on the axe-wielding man's face immediately subsided, and he instead asked with a smile.

Rama naturally recognized that it was his friend Kasyapa, who seemed to be somewhat familiar with Parashurama.

"In the past, I remember you carrying an axe and a divine bow of Vishnu."

Kavia looked at the two meaningfully and said, "Why don't you just have Rama nock the arrow and shoot it? That way you'll know that Rama truly broke Shiva's Divine Bow."

"What if Rama can't do it?"

He continued to press for answers, still holding the axe.

"That means I lost--"

"I can do it."

Rama stared at the axe-wielder and said, word by word, "I can do it."

"Hahaha, then let's give it a try, Rama!"

As soon as Rama finished speaking, he saw Rama pick up the Vishnu's Divine Bow that had appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Kavia smiled, nodded, and then smiled again.

"Go and do it, Rama."

Because he was still holding Kama, he couldn't pat Rama on the shoulder.

Kavia could only place her hand on Kama's head. Feeling the trembling and the fact that Kavia's head hadn't appeared for a long time, she felt that she might have been a bit too radical. So she gently stroked the Love Goddess as if it were a caress.

Meanwhile, Rama had already smoothly drawn Vishnu's divine bow, much to the astonishment of the axe-wielding figure.

It's truly unbelievable that he could wield an axe, after all, it's Vishnu's divine bow, and no one but Vishnu could lift it, being the very source of himself...