Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

In the magnificent city of Dhāraṇī, at the banquet held by Krishna and Princess Vijaya, in the eyes of countless Brahmins and Kshatriyas, Vijaya saw respect and anticipation; their lives were so beautiful, full of radiance and happiness.

But when you think of those people who, under their watch, in a world without light and darkness, wander the streets begging with toddlers who can barely walk, those whose pets are fed enough in one meal to last them for decades, and those whose arms are broken because their parents couldn't bear to run away, you realize they've been cheated out of their lives.

Thousands upon thousands of people of lower castes were enslaved for generations, year after year. They were often hungry and cold, and beatings could fall on their bodies at any time. Some were driven to death, worked to death, starved to death, froze to death, were beaten to death, fed to fantasy creatures, used as experimental subjects, or treated like animals...

"When I was freezing cold and starving, I prayed to God that I only wanted to become a sheep, because then I wouldn't be cold in winter, I wouldn't go hungry every day, I would be free, and I could go to whichever pasture I wanted... But I couldn't... I couldn't..."

Some people have prayed in this way.

And it was at that moment that, unconsciously, came to Mingguang's mind what his teacher was like, who was with people who were called "stinky," "lowly," "garbage," "dregs," and "dross." He had once said to Mingguang;

"Whether now or in the future, the suffering of the exploited majority is higher than the Himalayas and deeper than the Ganges."

"Sympathy" and "compassion," "love" and "gentleness"—these lies cannot be taken lightly, or rather, they only apply to a small number of people.

Mingguang then recalled the old woman who had become disabled. The people who had been gathered together, like her, had given her relief food, enough to last her a year, a piece of good ghee, and lots of cheese curds...

Perhaps it was because he had spent so much time with his teacher that Mingguang kept reminiscing about him even after only a few days apart. Or perhaps it was because Mingguang saw his teacher's 'love,' like the turbulent waves in a blue sea, where a tiny 'love' was generated at the end of what seemed like endless conflict.

To give love, as numerous as stars throughout the universe, to the hearts of everyone in the world, to make the unfortunate happy, to see the unfortunate become even happier—this kind of love, in turn, those who are loved also sincerely love this teacher who spreads love.

Mingguang had never realized this before, but he realized it now: because the teacher loved so many people, he was loved so deeply by so many people.

So these guys really deserve to die and apologize...

For a moment, Mingguang even forgot to breathe when he had this thought.

But then cheerful music started playing again, and she was still in the center of the grand banquet.

Mingguang sighed deeply, then smiled, because this was something to be happy about.

This time, I arrived in Dorma alone to recognize Krishna and Princess Radiant Light. My teacher agreed to this, which means he knows I won't change my mind easily. This shows that I have gained a certain degree of trust from him, and thinking about it makes me feel a little proud.

After all, a teacher's 'love' has its own part to it.

Therefore, even though the teacher is an outcast in the world and his future is likely to be one of destruction, Mingguang will still follow him. This is not just her opinion, but the opinion of many others who have already followed him.

Because flames, like weeds, are always roaring, and dust, like dirt, is always howling in the world.

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The return of Mingguang not only signifies the further strengthening of Krishna's power, but also indicates that a bloody war affecting all regions of the Hindu pantheon is about to begin.

The five sons of Pandu hid their identities for twelve years. In the thirteenth year, they could not reveal themselves, so they chose to disguise themselves.

So they concealed their identities and infiltrated the palace of King Virata of the Mocha Kingdom.

The eldest son, Jianzhan, disguised himself as a gambler who throws dice under the alias Ganga; the second son, Bhujun, disguised himself as a cook named Parava; the third son, Arjuna, disguised himself as a eunuch named Giant Reed; the fourth son, Wuzhong, disguised himself as a groom named Gurantika; and the fifth son, Xietian, disguised himself as a cowherd named Tantipara.

However, during this time, Kongzhu, the brother-in-law of the king of Mocha Kingdom, attempted to insult the Black Princess. The Black Princess pretended to agree, but the army secretly impersonated him, knocked Kongzhu to the ground, and killed him.

Upon learning of the death of Kongzhu, the commander of the Mocha Kingdom, Nandi joined forces with the Three Caves Kingdom to invade the Mocha Kingdom and plunder livestock.

The kingdom of Mocha was weak and unable to resist. The five brothers of Jianzhan stepped forward and assisted King Pirata in defeating the powerful enemy.

This battle exposed their true colors, but it also marked the end of their thirteen-year exile.

Arjuna was invincible on the battlefield, driving his chariot alone. He was highly respected by King Virata, who intended to marry his beloved daughter, Princess Supra, to Arjuna. However, Arjuna only accepted her as his daughter-in-law. Thus, Princess Supra married Arjuna's son.

Afterwards, the five sons demanded the return of some of the territory from Duryodhana, while also forming alliances with other nations and actively preparing for war. Duryodhana also seized the opportunity to win over allies and prepare for war.

Meanwhile, Duryodhana and Arjuna appealed to Krishna for help, and Krishna divided his army and himself into two parts, which the two men could choose from.

Duryodhana chose Krishna's vast army, and Arjuna chose Krishna as his non-combatant advisor.

When Dhritarashtra learned that Krishna had become the military advisor of the Pandavas and that he had received a prophecy that all of Dhritarashtra's sons would die, he sent messengers to the Pandavas to make peace. The Pandavas insisted on reclaiming their land.

Yudhidharma also learned from Krishna's prophecy that the five sons of the Black Princess and Arjuna's other son, Jain, would die, and only the five sons of Pandavas would survive. Therefore, in order to avoid bloodshed, he made the greatest concession, only asking for the return of five villages, and specially sent Krishna to Elephant City to seek peace.

However, he was determined to do things his own way and refused to give it to them.

Krishna then tried to persuade Karna to reunite with his birth mother, Kunti, but Karna refused. Kunti also personally revealed the secret of his origins to Karna. Karna refused to forgive his mother's abandonment and declared that he would be loyal to Duryodhana to the utmost.

With the negotiations broken down, the armies of the Pandavas and the Kuru formed a large force and marched toward the Kurukshetra Plains.

The leader of the Pandavas was the brother of the Black Princess, a radiant being born from the sacrificial fire; the leader of the Kuru was the old patriarch, Bishma, the son of the Ganges goddess.

Thus began the Kauravas War, which would fundamentally alter the pantheon of Indian mythology and deliver another devastating blow to Indian mysticism.

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Chapter 331 The Alaya of the Himalayas.

The darkness before dawn sighed in surrender, the impending war was shattered, summer passed, and autumn arrived.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

In the vast plains, countless people roared, their hoarse shouts and excited cheers echoing through the air.

The king, in command of his soldiers, shouted: "For the good of heaven and earth! Kill them! You must kill them!"

The earth-shattering war of the Indian pantheon, the Kurukshetra War, thus began.

War seems to have no end. The reasons for the outbreak of war are complex, but the manifestations are so simple that they are somewhat powerless: blood and hatred.

The earth roared, and all the chaotic noises were drowned out by the earth-shattering roars—a truly earth-shattering event.

Under the influence of numerous heroes from the Age of Gods, terrifying grand magic reduced the roars and cries to nothingness, falling to the earth as if there were no end in sight.

Then, on a certain day during the war, the hero bestowed by heaven and the hero given by charity, these half-brothers, engaged in a one-on-one contest.

Deep cracks appeared in the sky, and countless ravines opened up on the earth. In the middle of these ravines, there was a sea of ​​blood. People fell to their deaths, but they could not stop the advance that was like a sea of ​​blood. The scorching flames spread throughout the entire territory, devouring everything in their path.

"If I want to brand the earth with a scorching mark, my gun is enough. There is no need to argue about who should leave the stage; it is meaningless to the loser."

Karna said slowly, “Bring it on, Arjuna, show me everything, with your true power.”

"Don't talk like you know everything, or I'll kill you, Karna!"

Soon after, Karna and Arjuna stood facing each other, ignoring the hellish scene before them.

Blood slowly seeped from the wounds on Karna's body, now free from the protection of his golden armor, revealing a shocking red against his pale skin.

At this moment, Karna's chariot was damaged; one wheel had come off, and the other was stuck in the ground. According to the Dharma, Arjuna should have waited until he was reattached to the chariot before resuming the battle. However—

"Let's begin, this is a war for the righteous."

At this moment, Krishna, who was guiding Arjuna's chariot, said this to Arjuna beside him.

Under Krishna's call, Arjuna struggled to suppress his inner turmoil. From the moment he first met Karna, he had a chilling feeling, as if he were seeing himself in a mirror. Karna's direct, all-knowing tone only made him more frightened.

He was just the son of a coachman, just a Sudo. Even if he was the son of the sun god, it couldn't change the fact that he came from a humble background.

“Yes, Arjuna, why hesitate? No, or perhaps it is yourself? As Krishna, who shares my name, said, you have come to dispel darkness and yearn for light. Do not hesitate, my friend, for this is hopeless.”

The dreamlike voice of 'Krishna' once again echoed in Arjuna's ears.

That's right, the other party was just a lowly coachman's son. Even if his true form was of the bloodline of the sun god, it still couldn't change the fact that he came from a lowly background, and I couldn't kill him in an instant...

A strong sense of shame made Arjuna abandon his previous hesitation, and he gently placed his fingers on the bowstring.

“I have won, Karna.”

However, at that very moment—

Just as Arjuna was about to shoot the arrow that would decide Karna's fate, he saw Karna smile.

Why, Karna, why are you still smiling? You are about to die, why are you smiling in this situation?

In an instant, many questions arose in Arjuna's mind: Could what he did be called a victory? Wasn't this a defeat?

I felt no satisfaction, no joy of victory, and no sense of peace at the end of the battle. All I felt was endless emptiness. I was about to kill the powerless by despicable means.

But I have no regrets. Karna was always my nemesis, my archenemy. We were destined to fight each other...

"Karna, tell me, where are your armor and your earrings?"

At this moment, Arjuna, whose mind was in turmoil, realized that Karna's golden armor and earrings, which he always wore, were nowhere to be seen.

Upon hearing this, Karna smiled, his face covered in blood, and looked up at the sky, offering no response to Arjuna's question.

Before the battle, Karna encountered a Brahmin who asked for his armor and earrings. Because of a vow he had made long ago, Karna gave him the armor that was part of his own body.

The armor and earrings were covered in flesh and blood, the scattered red obscuring the precious gold, as if coated with a heavy curse. Karna offered his flesh and blood to the Brahmin, his weak body trembling slightly as if enduring excruciating pain.

"...In return, I will bestow upon you the Spear of Destruction, a God-Slaying Spear that even the gods cannot evade, but it can only strike once."

The Brahmin, or rather, the disguised god Indra, turned and left without a second thought.

Today is the seventeenth day of the Kuru war. Bhishma, the most virtuous patriarch of both the Pandavas and the Kuru, was seriously injured and left the battlefield. Drona, due to Krishna's scheme, mistakenly believed that his child, Mash, was dead. In despair, the son of King Pygmalion, the brother of the Black Princess, took this opportunity to behead Drona.

Afterwards, the leader, Duryodhana, was no match for the Pandavas, leading to the near annihilation of the Kuru army. He himself had his legs broken by the Bhikkhu army and was on the verge of death. Meanwhile, Mash, who was grieving the death of his father, disregarded the law and launched a surprise attack on the Pandavas' camp at night, killing Mash and the entire Pandavas' army, as well as the five sons of the Black Princess. Only the five brothers of the Divine Warriors and Krishna were spared because they did not stay in the camp.

This was the seventeenth day, and also the final battle between Karna and Arjuna, the last commanders of both sides. At this moment, the flat Kuru Plain was already a river of blood, with corpses everywhere. Hundreds of millions of people from the eighteen armies of the Pandavas and the Kuru were completely wiped out.

The remaining seven Pandavas followed behind Arjuna.

The remaining three Kuru warriors followed Karna.

Returning to the present, Arjuna's momentary hesitation turned to rage at the lack of Karna's reply. He broke the silence, and thunder roared, striking the pale figure standing motionless in the fire with the pride of a "divinely gifted hero."

But the arrow that was about to kill Karna was broken by an arrow shot from the other side.

Immediately afterward, when two figures appeared on the battlefield, all light and heat instantly ceased.

"You, you, it's impossible, you weren't already—"

Arjuna couldn't utter the word 'dead,' because the fact was already before him, and Krishna, his charioteer, was shaking his head, signaling him not to say anything more.

The visitor was none other than the incarnation that Gavia used to teach the six heretical teachers, and the object of Arjuna's first despicable desires. His talent far surpassed that of Solitary Cleric, and it was Solitary Cleric who easily broke the arrow that Arjuna shot.

The four of them stared at each other in silence until it was finally ended by Krishna's laughter.

"Hahahaha, my friend, what do you desire?"

"It's time to finish."

Gavia responded in this way, and then spoke to the stunned Arjuna.

“Arjuna, you are a hero, but everyone has evil in their heart, that is only natural.”

Upon hearing this, Arjuna immediately retorted angrily:

"I grew up in a privileged environment! I respect goodness and hate evil. As a warrior, I live with pride! An evil heart cannot exist! It should not exist!"

“Arjuna, on my way here I have seen Krishna in your heart, and he is doing everything in his power to stop me from coming.”

Duzhuo said softly, "He's not here. You should understand that the one who truly wants to kill Karna is yourself. Admit that."

"Yes, it's me—"

"There's no need to say it aloud."

Krishna looked at Arjuna beside him and said, “Once you utter these words, you will suffer an unspeakable curse.”

Krishna was well aware of Arjuna's dual personality and Arjuna's attempt to use Krishna's name to excuse his own evil thoughts. However, Krishna was also puzzled as to why the incarnations of Gavia and Solitary Ja had only arrived now.

If the goal was to prevent a major war and reduce casualties, wouldn't it have been better to have started in the first place?

Is it too late to come now? Because everything has already come to an end.

My friend, so you've found the variable of Solomon, but so what? It's too insignificant. It's true that only he could save Karna in this era, but what use is a guy who's so badly injured he's about to die? Everything still proceeds correctly according to the 'Lira,' and it can't be rewritten at all.

"It's irreversible, unavoidable, and beyond our control!"

Krishna laughed with delight.

Upon seeing this, Gavia's expression turned cold and frighteningly cruel.

“Fear is useless when dealing with that kind of thing, Krishna.”

"No, no, my friend!"

You should know that those who disregard classic rules and act arbitrarily cannot achieve success and happiness, nor can they reach the highest goals.

Classics are guidelines that determine what you should and shouldn't do; knowing the rules of the classics enables you to act in the world.

The words spoken by Krishna are from his own Bhagavad Gita, and with Krishna's words, the heavens and the earth changed.

Sacred and comforting Indian music emanated from all corners of the world, and countless emotions surged like vibrant colors across the dark and crimson battlefield.

"Praise me, for I am the nectar, the eternal Brahma, the eternal Dharma, and the ultimate bliss!"

From Gavia's observation, one could see countless rays of light constantly rising from the battlefield, flashes of light surging from the souls of men.

The sublime colors flowed around Krishna in ever-changing ways, and in the next instant they merged with Krishna.