Chapter 609: Chapter 502: The Light of the Triple City, The Gathering of the Ascetics! (5000-Word Mega Chapter)_3
"Yes!"
"The brilliance of this city is truly beautiful!"
Poluo Keluota stood by Narada’s side, unable to help but shake his head slightly as he spoke.
Hmm?
Narada’s pupils shifted subtly as he patted his chest, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Poluo Keluota,"
"Since the radiance of the Golden City is so beautiful, why don’t you go take a look?"
Narada, holding the Vina, gently plucked it a couple of times, producing a tinkling sound as he playfully tempted.
Poluo Keluota’s form was steady.
"The brilliance is indeed beautiful! Splendid and supreme, as if possessing unlimited wealth!"
"But it can’t compare to Narayana’s radiance, for Narayana’s light is always within me, illuminating me!"
Poluo Keluota said with a smile.
...
Kailash.
Shiva sat upon a great rock.
He raised his head slightly, his gaze reflecting the shadow of the triple city, his face involuntarily revealing a trace of indistinct sorrow and pity, as if he was privately grieved.
Sensing his master’s sorrow, Shénniú Nándí abruptly raised his head, with both his ox ears standing up swiftly.
"Supreme Lord!"
Nandi called out with hands clasped together.
He shook his head, his bovine eyes watery as if tears were about to form.
Not just Nandi, but Parvati at his side also felt her husband’s inner turmoil.
She couldn’t help but turn to gaze at Mahadeva, her slender arm moving gently, her palm resting on Shiva’s, comforting her husband.
"Husband!"
"Why are you sad?"
Parvati asked.
Shiva’s gaze was profound.
"The ascetics of today are practicing for their own selfish gains, not for their own liberation or for the welfare of all beings!"
"There are too many such people!"
"Even the naturally foolish ones have also strayed off the path."
Shiva murmured to himself.
At this moment, his eyes flickered with a myriad of light, seeing many ascetics.
These ascetics were glowing with the light of their asceticism!
Each shining like a star, brightly splendid, filling his vision.
Among these ascetics, one sitting beside a fire was particularly eye-catching, his Power of Asceticism shining like the sun among the stars, incredibly dazzling.
This ascetic had a plump figure and a simple-minded face.
He looked dense yet stubborn, holding a silver Curved Saber in his hand, which he fiercely lifted high and hacked into his own arm, slicing off a piece of flesh that fell into the flames.
Whoosh!
Shiva’s gaze flickered.
He stared into the ascetic’s eyes and saw his past.
He saw the Asura clumsily grasping the War Mallet, dancing with the War Mallet and accidentally dropping it onto his own foot; he saw the other Asuras laugh heartily; he saw Narada approaching this Asura, persuading him to practice asceticism...
Scene after scene continuously appeared before Shiva’s eyes.
Being mocked by other Asuras because of his foolishness, he decided to practice asceticism.
Shiva saw this Asura’s past.
"Dull wisdom, unable to master his mind and body, Narada the Immortal pointed out a path of asceticism for him!"
"But how will you choose?"
"Is it wisdom or strength you seek?"
"On the verge of Asceticism Perfection...
"Baluriji!"
Shiva murmured softly.
...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Countless streaks of brilliance, like shooting stars, crossed the night sky.
There were fearless heroes hurrying towards the Silver City; great ascetics who were Asuras entering the Black Iron City; and Immortals filled with wisdom headed for the Golden City.
Swoosh!
Rahu flew back to the Heavenly Realm in a panic.
His neck was smoking, spewing out thick, black fog that darkened everything in his path.
Along the way, he also saw Immortals who had ascended to the Heavenly Realm through their austere practices, swiftly passing by his side, all heading towards that Golden City.
"So many are rushing there!"
"They’ve all been beguiled, even the Devas who have tasted the Amrita can’t claim eternity, nor assure it even with liberation!"
"What is so special about a city?"
"This Asura must be plotting something grand!"
Rahu thought to himself.
His neck still smoking, he ignored these Immortals’ ancestors and immediately headed for his palace. But just as he was nearing his palace, he saw two familiar figures flying out of it.
One figure clad in armor, towering and majestic.
The other, enchanting and graceful, with a figure as lovely as a young woman’s.
"Father! Mother!"
Rahu’s eyes widened as he exclaimed in shock.
These two figures were none other than his parents.
Vibhrajit!
Sinhika!
Ever since his father [Vibhrajit] and mother [Sinhika] had escaped from Earth, they had been residing in the Heavenly Realm.
What were they suddenly doing coming out?
They weren’t thinking of going to that Golden City too, were they?
"Father! Mother!"
"You haven’t been seduced by this city as well, have you, wanting to enter it?"
Rahu abruptly flew towards his parents, blocking them and looked at the two with suspicion and uncertainty in his eyes.
"!!!"
Vibhrajit’s expression changed slightly, and he remained silent.
Sinhika’s elegant brows shot up in anger, and she exploded.
Lifting her beautiful hand, she grabbed Rahu’s shadow and pulled it to her side, huffing, "No time for jokes. Your brother [Danba] has gone to the Mortal Realm, and it won’t be good if he enters that Golden City too."
"!!!"
Hearing this, Rahu’s complexion finally shifted.
He had a brother [Danba], and unexpectedly, he had run off from the Heavenly Realm.
"Not good!"
"Let’s hope no Asura recognizes him!"
Rahu murmured to himself.
