Chapter 67: Supreme Form of Fire Linga Praise Dance 2
Little Gina also clung to him, eager to observe. Her earnest expression was adorable.
Suddenly!
Vann suddenly opened his eyes and instinctively twisted his body, his swirling linga directly blocking the filly's mouth.
He almost wiped Shiva's mouth, his face radiating excitement.
(Almost, I mean he didn't wipe his mouth, don't get me wrong.)
"Ugh~ Master~!"
Gina, the filly, stared in disbelief at Vann, who had sat up.
"Don't say anything."
Vann glared at the filly, then looked at Shiva with lingering fear. It was so close, so close!
His innocence had nearly been ruined by Shiva.
At that moment, Vann felt like crying.
The agreement he had reached with the Supreme Spirit Karma included a clause regarding subconscious reactions.
However, during this calamity, Vann could only use it three times.
Each subconscious reaction allowed Vann to briefly possess power surpassing that of the Primordial Elemental Lord.
But it was still lower than that of the Tri-Phase God.
Even so, Vann had a trump card to overturn the situation.
Once he entered the subconscious, borrowing the power of the Supreme Spirit Karma, combined with the mark of the Supreme Form of the Fire Linga, the power he could control would be no less than that of the Tri-Phase God.
In other words, Vann had two trump cards to defeat the Primordial Elemental Lord and one to counter the Tri-Phase God.
But now, one of his trump cards to defeat the Primordial Elemental Lord had been wasted, and used in this way.
"Not a bad deal~"
Vann felt relieved.
"Um~ Master... don't hit me on the tongue."
The filly complained.
"Ahem~"
Vann solemnly pulled out the lingam and put it away.
"I'll settle the score with you later."
Vann had fallen into a deep sleep, but he heard everything the mare said clearly.
He had nearly ruined his innocence, and the mare was at least fifty percent responsible.
Gina stuck her tongue out at Vann, made a face, and jumped aside.
"Praise be to Mahadeva."
"Oh? Praise be to Vaishnava."
Vann bowed to Shiva, then looked at Vishnu standing nearby.
"You woke up at a terrible time."
Shiva said with some displeasure, dissatisfaction gleaming in his clear, watery eyes.
Isn't it time for me?
You, the Lord of Innocence, almost ruined my innocence.
You're forcing me to start over!
"You should have finished your tribute to the Fire Linga Mark. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."
Vann didn't want to face Shiva for a moment. Seeing Shiva's innocent face, the previous scene involuntarily flashed back to his mind.
He even imagined what was to come.
Vann felt like dying.
Mild, mild, mild.
I'm mild!
Vann frantically shouted his level in his mind.
"End? No, I haven't even started, how can it be over?"
Shiva looked at Vann seriously. Seeing the doubt on Vann's face, he quickly said, "Your Excellency, Vann, if you don't believe me, you can ask my brother Vishnu."
Vann glanced at Vishnu, only to find that Vishnu nodded solemnly.
Go away!
Vann wanted to leave immediately, but he knew he couldn't leave without Shiva's approval.
"Please, Your Highness, offer the linga for Vishnu and me to worship."
"I… well, haven't I already…"
Vishnu was stunned. Another worship?
He wanted to change his words, but swallowed them back.
He was the God of Sustainment, the most devoted follower of the Supreme Karma. He could not lie.
If he contradicted Shiva now, it would prove his previous words were false.
This would affect his devotion to the Supreme Karma.
"Hmph! Fine!"
Vann had no choice but to address the mare, "Come and help me."
Let him take out the linga for Shiva and Vishnu?
Hmph, I can't do that!
As for asking Shiva to do it himself, Vann naturally wouldn't allow it.
In the end, it was Saint Majina, with her clumsy technique, who pulled out Vann's linga.
Vann turned her head away proudly.
"Vishnu, join me in worshipping the Supreme Form of the Fire Linga."
"This is just a mark, my brother."
"You are wrong. This is the universal manifestation of the great and supreme Fire Linga. We should not question it. We must have the utmost devotion to the Supreme Form of the Fire Linga."
With this, Shiva stepped forward, standing in front of Brahman, his hand reaching out.
But Brahman skillfully blocked it.
"I..."
Vishnu closed his eyes. His highest faith was in the Supreme Spiritual Karma, not the Supreme Form of the Fire Linga.
But out of respect for Shiva, Vishnu could only once again worship Brahman's linga.
प्रशंसा~
(Praise)
Shiva danced the praise dance of the supreme form of the Fire Linga before Brahman. This was the result of Shiva's two hundred thousand years of meditation in Kirasa.
Just to be able to dedicate the seal of the supreme form of the Fire Linga today.
"Come, join me, Vishnu."
Shiva enthusiastically extended his hand to Vishnu, gesturing for him to join.
"Come quickly, my brother!"
Seeing Vishnu hesitate, Shiva went straight to him and pulled him into the dance.
The praise dance of the supreme form of the Fire Linga was joyful, graceful, sacred, and magnificent.
The supreme spiritual karma unleashed a beautiful and dynamic rhythm, which made the young mare beside him unable to help but jump.
Brahman was stunned.
Looking at the three people dancing around him, their gazes fixed on his linga,
Even though Brahman had been mentally prepared, his face couldn't help but flush at this moment.
For Shiva and the other three, this moment was joyful.
For Brahman,
This was the most agonizing moment.
At this moment, he even considered using the Fire Linga Seal, so that he wouldn't have to face the innocent Shiva again.
As long as the Fire Linga Seal remained, Brahman couldn't let go.
This time, he was lucky enough to avoid Shiva's sacred foot-touching ceremony.
But what about the next time?
What about the next time after that?
Once every 100,000 years, one Mahayoga is 4,320,000 years, which means 43 times!
One Manu Yuga is 71 Mahayoga, and one Brahma Day is 28 Manu Yuga...
The future is still long!
Three hundred years passed in a flash.
Van En rode Saint Majina across Mount Sumeru.
Although he could have used his divine power to help Saint Majina fly, returning to Miaozhen Palace even faster,
Van En chose not to.
He wanted to severely punish the naughty Saint Majina.
Van En pulled the chest strap to its limit, the black band digging into the white expanse, like a river flowing through the mountains, the lines clearly visible.
But Gina gritted her teeth, her body trembling without a sound.
"Gina, why aren't you screaming in pain?"
PS: The illustration of Mount Mandala in Chapter 29 has been deleted due to unforeseen circumstances.