Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Finally, that abrupt thought was uttered by Shejina:

“‘Rigveda’, Book 10, Hymn 129........The first of the three creation hymns.”

That sounded like the ramblings of a pagan god.

That is why the voice that tells of a foreign journey is more profound and more urgent than any other cry, shaking Shejina's absolute concept of "mother".

because,

That hymn describes exactly—

"Who are you?"

Just as Shejina uttered her question—

Sudden changes occur.

Hundreds of millions of Shejina clones seemed to have received some irresistible command, and all of them lost control, their bodies emitting blinding light before exploding!

A white light, like a supernova explosion, engulfed the entire battlefield.

That was a complete and utter loss of control caused by Shejina's own power.

In a way that no one could have predicted, she and Epsilon, who was still within the attack range, were engulfed.

How could I possibly tear apart and invalidate this identity of "me"?

At the center of the light, Shejina's consciousness was plunged into unprecedented astonishment.

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph..."

A smug, slightly mischievous laugh came from behind the burst of light.

From that pure white sea of ​​light, one after another enormous lotus flower, seemingly composed of love itself, quietly bloomed.

The petals were transparent, yet they distorted the light, emitting a fragrance that defied description, enough to captivate the world.

The remaining, yet-to-destroy, clones of Shejina exploded into nothingness the moment they came into contact with the lotus flowers, like ice and snow melting away.

"………ah."

Shejina's astonishment turned into shock.

This concept of "mother" is far too simplistic; Shejina simply cannot imagine who could possibly embody it.

"I'm very sorry, Kama."

A clear, firm voice, yet tinged with a hint of apology, rang out from the largest lotus bud.

"Please let me, Mingguang, go into battle."

"Eh eh eh?!"

Another voice, filled with surprise and dissatisfaction, seemed to come from a more distant place.

A giant lotus flower slowly bloomed.

Standing in the heart of the flower is a girl dressed in pure white with long, cascading silver hair.

She is very beautiful.

But it wasn't a delicate beauty; rather, it was a strikingly beautiful blend of a warrior's resolve and a young girl's gentleness, achieving a perfect balance.

The silver-haired girl opened her eyes, revealing a pair of fiery, crimson pupils.

"Please introduce yourself."

The girl fixed her gaze precisely on Shejina's body, her voice not loud.

"My name is Mingguang."

“He is different from Kama, who just claimed to be the mother of the ‘father’ but could only gain confidence by transforming into Moro and wearing Yophiel’s ceremonial attire.”

Mingguang, as the reincarnation of Kama, the god of love, thus proclaimed.

She slowly raised her right hand, her five fingers together, forming a hand chop.

There are no flashy special effects, no surging energy, just a pure strike that optimizes everything to the extreme by reducing all unnecessary burdens.

The figure vanished in the next instant.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of Shejina's throne.

The chop, with the force of a thunderbolt, struck straight at Shejina's neck.

"I, with the power of Hanniel, declare war on you."

The Bhagavad Gita mentions a tree of life and existence, with roots above and branches below. The hymns of the Vedas are its leaves.

This tree of life and existence, at its roots, represents the supreme and unique "First Cause".

The Rigveda creation hymn that Shejina had unconsciously recited earlier was one of the oldest "leaves" of this great tree.

In the ancient Vedic period, there was no Trinity God as we know him today; the king of the gods was Indra, who wielded thunder.

There are three main versions of the creation myth: "nothingness" arising from "existence"; "golden womb" creating the world; and "primordial man" Brusa sacrificing himself to become all things.

The first verse recited by Shejina belongs to the first type of allusion of "non-existence" arising from "existence".

The unspoken, immediately following sentence is—

“The first ‘yu’ appeared; it was the first seed of thought.”

According to later scholars, the “yu” here is considered to be the oldest prototype of the love god “Kama”.

Of course, one view holds that the love in the Vedas is not narrow sexual desire, but a universal desire that tends towards "good" and the creation of all things.

Therefore, from an evolutionary perspective, Kama is considered to have evolved from an impersonal, conceptual power into a fully developed deity.

The first seed of intention embodies the Rigveda view that desire is the fundamental force of creation. However, Kama at that time was not an independent individual, but rather the fundamental force of creation, a universal principle.

As the world's phenomena demonstrate, the beliefs of humankind, having become primates, can, in turn, influence the gods themselves.

Therefore, as the "first seed," Kama was naturally qualified to wield the power of the Tree of Life, which represents the "first cause."

Moreover, the angelic attire Novia chose for Gamah—Jophir—represents the Kabbalistic particle "Binah," which is described as the womb that gives birth to the Spirit of God (the Holy Spirit). Binah is associated with the feminine qualities of God and is also the opposite of the second particle, Wisdom.

In the Bahir, it is explicitly described as "because you should call her Mother".

therefore,

When Kama, the "creator" in Hindu mythology who possesses the qualifications of "mother," combines with the third mass of Kabbalah, who also possesses the divinity of "mother," the resulting chain reaction is devastating to Shejina's concept of "mother."

Furthermore, given Kama's ability to endlessly multiply through "love," it's only natural that Shejina's pride in her sheer numbers was completely suppressed on a conceptual level.

Kama originally intended to use this opportunity to transform into Mara to demonstrate his power, but Mingguang unexpectedly intercepted his plan.

The reason is very simple—

Shejina will not die; that alone makes her invincible.

Enemies that are far removed from death are not uncommon, but compared to this, Shejina stands out as a world apart.

It withstands all attacks head-on, yet gives the illusion that it has been dodged. It is an incredible regeneration that is achieved in an instant. As the name suggests, it is impossible for a physique to be so absurd as to be able to completely repair even cells with such speed and precision in an instant.

There must be some kind of restriction involved.

Evil deeds may return one to heaven, but they are of no use to the endless Shejina. But there must be a reason why my father gave me Hanniel, who represents 'glory' and 'the one who sees God'.

Mingguang's words left Kama speechless, but Kama only had one sentence to say:

"How can you, as my reincarnation, keep calling me 'father' all the time?! How am I supposed to call you that?!"

It is unknown whether Mingguang, who has already manifested, heard Kama's words, but even if he did, he would probably pretend not to hear them. After all, unlike Kama, Mingguang has a very good relationship with Durga.

"Miscalculation."

For the first time, Shejina's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"It's rare that my calculations have been disrupted."

However, her neck was unharmed.

Mingguang's strike, powerful enough to sever cause and effect, was firmly caught by a hand that appeared out of nowhere.

That was also Shekina's hand.

"........."

A hint of surprise flashed in Mingguang's crimson eyes.

She tried to pull her hand away and back, but found that her wrist was firmly gripped by an irresistible force and could not be moved.

That attack just now undoubtedly hit its target.

In Mingguang's perception, Shejina's neck had been severed, and her core concept should have been impacted.

However, the scene before him completely overturned Mingguang's understanding.

Shejina's body remained unchanged.

It was as if that attack had only struck an illusion.

"Three seconds have passed."

Shejina stared blankly at Mingguang, slowly raising her other hand.

"It's time for me to take action."

The other party's world is completely different from their own.

By the time Mingguang realized this, it was already too late.

Shejina's seemingly slow-rising right hand imprinted itself on Mingguang's chest with a speed that transcended time and space, and causality.

Extreme speed.

Extreme precision.

Extreme violence.

boom--!

Mingguang's body, like a struck meteorite, flew backward at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, crashing heavily into the "earth" of this void world, stirring up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.

"cough........."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Mingguang suddenly coughed up a mouthful of golden blood. A horrifying dent appeared in his chest, staining his white clothes crimson.

Just one blow.

With just one strike, the divine body constructed from Hanniel's power, which was comparable to that of the Great God, was on the verge of collapse.

Meanwhile, at the dust-filled crash site, another anomaly occurred.

Centered on the bright light, the beautiful lotuses that had previously been formed from Kama's power were ignited in an instant.

It was not an ordinary flame, but a silvery-white sacred flame that represented "the glory of God".

Those flowers, which had not withered even in the impact of falling, were now completely and mercilessly obliterated, along with the very concept of their existence, by the scorching flames of the sacred fire, leaving not even a trace of ash.

among them,

There was not a trace of mercy or leniency. Only an absolute will, akin to madness, burned fiercely within.

It's as if it's declaring that in this world, no love other than "me" is recognized.

The smoke cleared.

Mingguang struggled to slowly stand up from the giant pit.

Her current posture was far from intact; her left arm was twisted at an odd angle, clearly broken, and her neck was tilted to one side, as if she might fall off at any moment.

Mingguang could use Kama's endless clones to instantly recover from his injuries.

but.

He simply raised his head and, with his intact right hand, casually "bent" the broken neck back into place, making a chilling "crack" sound.

Mingguang looked down at Shejina, who was not far away and looking down at her from a high place.

A mocking and fighting spirit spread across his lips.

"Keep going."

His voice was hoarse due to the damage to his body, but his bottomless ferocity only increased.

"You who call yourself a 'mother,' is this all you've got? You can't even compare to me, Kama?"