Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Finally, after all the kings had taken their seats, King Chanagat rose and shouted:

"I, King Chanagat of Mithra, hereby declare the commencement of my daughter's selection of a husband. Whoever can draw this bow of Shiva will become my daughter's husband."

In the center of the square, flames roared atop a tall altar, wisps of blue smoke rising like silk, spreading a mysterious aura. Beside the altar, a massive divine bow, covered by a red cloth, lay quietly on a specially made pedestal, gleaming with a faint light. This was the divine bow that Shiva had specially given to Sita after her birth.

For some unknown reason, Rama, Lakshmana, and the other sages arrived late, but no one seemed to mind, and they simply chatted quietly.

"The one with the immortal friends must be the son of King Tencha of Ayodhya."

"Aren't they the warriors who killed Totaka?"

The Rakshasa woman, Tuotaka, was said to have "the strength of a thousand elephants," yet she was killed by Rama with a single arrow.

Upon seeing Rama and his entourage arrive, King Chanagaha, just as he had done with the previous kings, clasped his hands together in greeting and invited them to sit down.

Then, a follower beside King Zenaga shouted:

"King Chanagat's grand ceremony for choosing a son-in-law for his beloved Sita is about to begin. We welcome you all to come from afar to participate. King Chanagat is deeply honored that you have accepted his invitation and are here in person. It is thanks to the presence of your distinguished guests that this grand event can be held."

"For this, the Kingdom of Mytila ​​thanks you. Now the auspicious time has come. Everyone may diligently worship this Shiva bow. King Chanagat will personally unveil this auspicious ceremony."

As soon as the attendant finished speaking, King Chanagaha rose again and slowly walked to the Shiva Bow in the center of the square, gently lifting the red cloth covering the Shiva Bow.

At that very moment, the divine power and dazzling light emanating from Shiva's bow caused everyone to rise and look.

As the attendants saw everyone sit down and King Zenagarbha returned, they shouted again:

"The first to attempt to draw Shiva's bow was King Chandala Ketu, whom I have the honor of inviting to the stage."

Upon hearing this, the king got up to try, but the Shiva bow remained motionless, and he failed.

"Now, please welcome King Tuochazhi."

failure.

"Now, please welcome the King of Blood City, Bona Shura."

King Chana invited all the kings of the three realms, including races other than humans, but whether they came or not was their own business.

Bodhidharma was a follower of Shiva. After receiving Shiva's blessing, he gained a thousand arms and became arrogant. In the next split of the ages, he will be killed by Krishna, the eighth avatar of Vishnu.

Unfortunately, Bodhidharma also failed to lift Shiva's bow and could only leave with regret.

Seeing this, the remaining kings and the defeated kings began to communicate.

"Even Bona Shura couldn't lift it, it's unimaginable who could lift the divine bow."

"Instead of making a fool of ourselves there, we might as well just leave."

"The next king to appear is King Vissa."

However, just as the kings had discussed, King Vissaim, seeing that so many people couldn't lift it, walked directly in the opposite direction, which meant he had abstained.

Time passed second by second, and one king after another took the stage, but none of them could lift Shiva's bow. Seeing this, King Vaisam rose and put his hands together in prayer, and could only bid farewell to the departing kings.

But at that very moment, outside the square, dark clouds rolled in, and a fierce wind surged, forming a swirling vortex, within which lightning crackled.

boom! boom! boom!

Blinding bolts of lightning crashed down outside the plaza, and then, to the horrified gaze of the kings present, the Rakshasa King Ravana, clad in golden armor, appeared.

As the Rakshasa King who had plagued the Three Realms for many years, everyone had long heard of Ravana's infamous reputation, so they dared not even breathe loudly.

Even Gavia, who was secretly observing from the sidelines, was somewhat puzzled, since Rama and Ravana's meeting was happening far too early.

According to the development of the Ramayana, Ravana should not appear at Sita's fire sacrifice with the divine bow. Their first meeting was on the battlefield where Rama attacked Lanka, which can be described as their first encounter being their last...

But why is this happening now? Perhaps Ravana, who is already extremely angry with Shiva, heard that King Chanaga had Shiva's divine bow and wanted to show off, since Ravana was already married at this time.

Ravana swaggered into the center of the square and shouted to King Chanaja:

"You invited everyone, but forgot about me. Why?"

King Chana was speechless upon hearing this. Firstly, Ravana already had a wife, and secondly, who knew he would actually come…

To the silent King Chanagat, Ravana continued:

"In your eyes, am I not a king? Or are you completely unaware of my great achievements? I, the Lord of Lanka, can even lift a robe!"

The Rakshasa King's confidence caused everyone to exchange glances, unsure of what to say.

"I know very well that no one in the world but me can lift this divine bow!"

At this point, Rabona smiled slowly.

"Knowing this, if I didn't come, wouldn't that be immoral, right, King Chanaja? That's why I came uninvited."

Ravana turned to look at the surrounding kings and shouted:

"You bunch of fools! Just because you received the invitation, you think you can actually lift this divine bow? Don't be ridiculous. You can't even move it an inch, let alone lift it."

The Lord of Lanka pointed to the divine bow and walked towards it step by step, saying, "This is no ordinary bow! This is the bow of the Great Heaven!"

"King Lankavatara, you should wait a bit."

Just as Ravana was about to approach the divine bow, a king spoke.

“Because I arrived before you, and I came at the invitation of King Chanagat, I will take up my divine bow and marry Sita before you.”

Ravana didn't speak, but turned his head and stared intently at the king, instantly frightening the king into slowly backing away.

"King Lanka! This is inappropriate. This sacred fire sacrifice is so holy. You have come uninvited, and you should not defile it with your malice!"

A sage attempted to stop Ravana.

"Can you stop me?"

As the Rakshasa King who now commands respect throughout the three realms, Ravana's words about imprisoning the Sun God and the Moon God and defeating the God of Death are met with silence.

This immortal could only retreat helplessly.

"I, Ravana, am called by the Great God himself to be His greatest believer! Today, this Ravana will not only lift this divine bow, but will also draw it! Once I do this, all of you will worship my power and ability! You bunch of worthless trash, just wait for your utter defeat!"

Rama, who had been watching for a long time, said to his fellow ascetics:

“Master, the actions that are happening now are unjust, and the protests of the immortals and kings are justified. Therefore, we should protect the immortals.”

Even Roshman couldn't help but say:

“If you allow me, Master, I will go and put an end to King Lanka’s arrogance right now.”

“It is not right to do this. Whatever Ravana does, this place is the territory of King Chanagat. We will not interfere unless King Chanagat seeks our help.”

In response to their request, the Immortal Friends shook his head.

"Of all the kings present, only one has the right to oppose me raising the divine bow, and that is King Chanagarh. So give me a straight answer, King Chanagarh. Without your permission, I, Ravana, will leave now! I will not even touch this bow! But I know that none of King Chanagarh's guests will leave disappointed!"

Faced with the aggressive Ravana, King Chana could only sigh.

“King Lanka, since the Great Heaven has already called you His greatest believer, you are fully qualified to participate in this divine bow fire sacrifice.”

Having received King Chanagay's promise, Ravana confidently approached the divine bow.

Ravana's confidence was justified, since he had easily lifted the garrison where Shiva and Parvati resided, so a small divine bow would be no problem for him.

Since the beginning of the Three Kingdoms period, Ravana has always been so arrogant, but this time at the Sacrifice of the Divine Bow, King Lanka's arrogance will be destroyed.

As Loban raised his hands, endless lightning bolts shot from the horizon and flowed into his hands. The purple lightning around him made it seem as if time had stopped.

In an instant, the Rakshasa King's wrists were stained with an ominous crimson color as he began to raise the Shiva Bow, which was placed there.

In his entire life, apart from Sita, Shiva's bow was lifted a little bit, and at the same time Ravana trembled all over, as if a bow had been stretched to its limit.

Even with bloodshot eyes, he only managed to lift it a little before having to let go.

In an instant, just like the previous defeated kings, the surrounding kings burst into laughter.

This made the already angry Robina even more upset, and he roared:

"Shut up! You bunch of idiots! Before you gloat over my failure, get your facts straight! If even I can't lift it, then none of you here have a chance! I challenge you all! If any of you have the ability, then step forward and lift this bow! Only those who can do it have the right to laugh at me!"

In fact, Ravana's words are not without merit. If even he, the "greatest follower of Shiva," could not lift it, then who in the world could?

Seeing the silent crowd and the furious Ravana, King Chana could only rise again and lament:

“Every father has the best hopes for his children. When you accepted my invitation and came here, I firmly believed that my blessing for my daughter would come true. But now I realize that my wish was just wishful thinking. Perhaps the person who can draw this divine bow to marry my daughter has not yet been created by Brahma.”

"Let alone drawing the Great Heavenly Bow, no one can even lift it... It was my decision that the first person to lift the divine bow would become my daughter's husband, but how can I now take back my word..."

King Chana looked around and then continued.

"It was my mistake that ruined my daughter's happiness. What I never imagined was that there would be no more mothers on this land to raise such outstanding children—"

King Chana's words may have been simply self-reproach or just a casual outburst, but they aroused the dissatisfaction of Rama's brother, Lakshmana.

Roshmana immediately stood up, interrupting King Chanajah's speech.

"How dare you speak such arrogant words before the descendants of the Sun Dynasty! You not only insult us but also our entire family! King Chanaja, how can you believe that there are no mothers in the world who can raise outstanding people? Isn't this an insult to our mothers?!"

If you don't understand our power, then listen carefully: if necessary, I can hurl the earth as easily as throwing a ball, and compared to my brother, I'm utterly insignificant; my brother's strength is beyond everyone's imagination.

“Roshman—”

"Let him finish speaking, Rama."

Rama wanted to interrupt Lakshmana, but was stopped by the Sage Friends.

Then Roshmana walked to the center of the square and stared at King Chanaja.

"Please forgive my rudeness, but how do you know that your daughter, Princess Sita, cannot find a suitable husband here?"

Then, Roshman said, word by word.

"And this happened in front of Prince Ayodhya, Rama, son of King Dasaksha. Have you forgotten that he is the same Rama who killed Tathagata?"

Such was the nature of Lakshmana, Rama's younger brother; he could not tolerate anyone doubting Rama.

Because he is the incarnation of the snake king Shesha, as his brother, he will spare no effort to uphold Narayana's dignity.

Moreover, not only in the present era, but also in the future, the two will be reborn as brothers.

Seeing that Roshmana had already appeared, the other immortals knew that they should also say something.

“King Chanagabha, none of the kings present can lift the divine bow, but if you ask whether there is such a hero among those present, in response, I beg you to grant my student Rama the opportunity to try Shiva’s divine bow.”

As the hermits spoke, they nodded to Rama. Seeing this, King Chanagarbha, who knew of Rama's deeds, also nodded slightly.

“My fellow immortals, I have heard many of your deeds.”

After a long silence, Ravana suddenly interjected, "But I regret to say that my first meeting with you was very disappointing. I understand that every mentor is full of confidence in their students, and you are no exception, but it is also the mentor's responsibility to uphold the dignity of their students. Even I, Ravana, the Lord of Lanka, cannot lift this divine bow, so how could this kid possibly succeed?"

In fact, Ravana had indeed heard of the Sage of Friends quite often, since it was at his request that the Rakshasa woman, Totaka, obstruct the Sage of Friends' fire sacrifice.

"At this grand gathering of distinguished guests, you spoke out of arrogance on behalf of this boy, which will forever wound his pride. Don't you think so, Immortal?"

The Sage Friends ignored Ravana's taunts and simply walked over to Rama and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go, the heavens and the Himalayas bless you."

"Hehe, I'd like to see what this kid is capable of."

Seeing that the immortal friends ignored him, Ravana, burning with anger, said this.

Then, in everyone's sight, the red-haired boy who came before the divine bow easily raised the Shiva bow.

Instantly, thunderous cheers erupted in the square, flower petals rained down from the sky, and the sound of bells echoed all around.

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Chapter 315 You should just spoil Kama.

At the moment Rama was positioned before Shiva's bow.

The red-haired youth looked at the divine bow, which even Ravana, the 'greatest believer of the Great Heaven,' could not lift, and naturally felt conflicted.

He worried that if he couldn't move, wouldn't that embarrass his mentor, the immortal friend, and his younger brother, Roshman...

But since things had come to this point, Rama had no other choice but to do so.

The future Holy King gently touched Shiva's bow with both hands, and in that instant he saw endless illusory mist, a cold mist with its own unique properties.

Just as Rama was puzzled by this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Because his long-lost proxy goddess of love, 'Gaya', appeared before him.

"...What is the meaning of this oath, Rama, which is based on drawing the divine bow?"