Chapter 544: Chapter 471: The Change of the Three Realms, the Incarnation Does Its Best! (Seeking Monthly Pass!)
"Kill!!!"
Ax-wielding Rama let out a roar.
He fiercely raised his arm and charged toward the divine ox soldiers ahead.
Even though the Beastmaster’s Treasure in his hand had already shattered, leaving him weaponless, his strength was nonetheless climbing relentlessly.
Thud thud thud!
The divine ox soldiers, clad in golden armor, stamped their feet, leapt over corpses, spears in hand, and immediately lunged at Ax-wielding Rama.
The spears descended from the sky!
The tips of the spears emitted a golden light, akin to the Eye of the Great Sun, almost scorching through the Earth.
Bang!
Ax-wielding Rama suddenly struck out like the Naga King that suddenly emerged from the Ocean of Milk, seizing the tip of a spear, then with a fierce swing of his arm.
The entire spear whirled into motion, sweeping across all sides, instantly sending the divine ox soldiers flying.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A series of chain sounds abruptly rang out.
Two golden ropes shot out like golden Nagas, also striking and firmly latching onto his shoulders.
Ax-wielding Rama violently twisted his neck.
Scorching sweat burst forth from his face, and with both hands, he grabbed the ropes and furiously spun them around.
With a series of clattering sounds, the chains clanged, instantly wrapping around the wrists of Ax-wielding Rama, turning into golden gauntlets.
The two soldiers holding the ropes were immediately pulled over.
Ax-wielding Rama swung his arms.
His fists, entwined with golden chains, immediately swung out.
Boom! Boom!
HIs fists, carrying an immeasurable force, struck the golden-armored soldiers, who instantly turned into a cloud of golden fragments.
All the golden-armored soldiers turned to ash.
At this moment, Ax-wielding Rama stood amidst the ruins, surrounded by flames that roared and blazed into life.
Ax-wielding Rama hurried forward.
He bent his knees, rushed to his father’s side, and knelt fiercely on the ground.
Ax-wielding Rama bowed his head, his eyes blood-red, staring at his father’s corpse, watching as the body burned in the raging fire.
He abruptly reached out a finger and touched the corpse.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the body turned to endless ash, scattering across the sky.
"Father!!!"
Ax-wielding Rama roared.
He suddenly stood tall, took large strides, and charged into the midst of countless golden-armored soldiers.
...
Meanwhile, on the land.
Within a forest, flowers carpeted the ground.
Pink petal rain fell from the sky, carried by a gentle breeze, falling behind a silhouette.
Buddha stood on a protruding cliff, his gaze intense and expression complex, looking down at the dense forest in the distance.
He felt it!
Outside this dense forest, a group of powerful presences raged.
"This is the aura of Asura, the disaster of the Three Realms!"
"I fear my father has also been caught up in it!"
Buddha muttered to himself.
Stomp!
Suddenly, the sound of a heavy footstep rang out abruptly.
Buddha’s body trembled slightly.
He slowly turned his head and saw a handsome prince.
This prince was fair-skinned with a noble appearance, wearing a blue turban and dressed in a simple, pale yellow robe.
In his arms, he held a yellow swaddling cloth.
Within the cloth, to his surprise, was a lovely child!
At this moment, the prince’s gaze was complex, silently looking at Buddha.
Finally, Prince Ira spoke.
"My... Buddha!"
"I have remembered!"
"I once intruded into the sacred forest of Shiva and accidentally disturbed the union of Mahadeva and his consort!"
"After this, I was cursed by the Lady Master to turn into a woman!"
Prince Ira frowned.
Holding the child, he observed the sleeping baby’s face and slowly said, "Now my kingdom is suffering a great disaster!"
"I feel this catastrophe, my country needs me, my soldiers need me, my people need me!"
"I must leave!"
Prince Ira declared.
Buddha’s expression was one of sorrow, and he looked up at the moon in the sky, clenching his fists tightly.
"I knew this day would come eventually!"
"I am willing to let go!"
Buddha took a deep breath and gently raised his arm.
A pink petal fell, landing in the palm of his hand.
The petal was fresh, with dewdrops rolling on it, clear and sparkling.
Buddha raised his head, looked at the red clouds in the sky and the shower of flowers.
Swish!
The next moment, his gaze fell, gradually looking towards the distant edge of the forest.
Dark and gray clouds enveloped the sky, countless dust churned, mixed with Stone Rain descending like the volcanic ash from an erupting volcano, forming a huge wall surrounding the entire forest.
Beyond these dark clouds, faint piercing golden light could be seen invading the forest.
Something was attacking!
But the endless Stone Rain protected this forest from outside interference!
This was indeed the two clouds he had borrowed from Indra!
"Prosperity, Dark Face!"
"Come back!"
Buddha called out.
As his words fell, both the drifting Prosperity and Dark Face encompassing the forest dispersed into nothing.
Swish! Swish!
The two divine clouds flew away, returning to the Heavenly Realm.
Buddha watched Ira’s retreating figure.
"Go back!"
"I will protect this land as well!"
Buddha said.
Prince Ira, holding the child in the swaddling cloth, turned and took a step, then suddenly stopped.
"He is your offspring, inheriting your wisdom and strength!"
"In the future, he will also inherit my kingdom!"
