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Mount Kailash, together with Meili Snow Mountain, the Animaqing Mountains, and Gaduo Juewo of Yushu in Qinghai, is known as the four great sacred mountains of Tibetan Buddhism.
The Gangdise Range stretches between the Kunlun Mountains in the north and the Himalayas in the south, lying across the vast plateau of Ali in western Tibet like a giant dragon.
Its raised head rises like a massive pyramid on the Purang plateau of Ali.
This is Mount Kailash, with an elevation of 6,650 meters.
Mount Kailash is sacred to multiple religions.
In Sanskrit, it is called Mount Kailasa. The northern foothills of the mountain give birth to the Lion Spring River, the upper reaches of the Indus.
It is said that the Bon religion originated here.
Hinduism believes this mountain to be the residence of Shiva and the center of the world. Jainism believes it is where their ancestor Rishabhanatha attained enlightenment. Tibetan Buddhism believes it to be the abode of Chakrasamvara, symbolizing infinite bliss, with pilgrims circumambulating the mountain throughout the year.
According to the Small Buddhist Dictionary, Mount Sumeru is the center of a small world.
During the pre-Buddhist Zhangzhung Bon period, Mount Kailash was known as the Nine-Tier Swastika Mountain, said to house 360 Bon deities.
The Bon founder, Tonpa Shenrab, descended from heaven here.
In Jainism, which arose in the sixth century BCE, Mount Kailash is called Ashtapada, meaning the highest mountain.
And now, atop this myth-laden peak, a group of black-robed figures wearing "sun" patterns danced frantically around a central altar.
On the altar lay two men and two women.
Two adults. Two children.
Four people in total, arranged in pairs from top to bottom.
However, among the four who looked like a family, three had already completely lost all signs of life.
The only survivor was a little girl.
Her emerald-green eyes were filled with confusion. She shed two silent trails of tears, without struggling and without pleading.
Her smooth golden hair spread behind her head, deliberately arranged into a circular pattern.
Like a golden sun.
"We succeeded! We succeeded!"
A black-robed leader suddenly raised both hands high, his voice overflowing with fanatic excitement.
"We burned the mother, separating body and soul. The father was drowned by water created through magic. Then we offered the soul and life of their younger brother, leaving only the elder sister as the vessel for the goddess's descent!"
"To evade Susanoo of our homeland, we abandoned our country, abandoned Takamagahara ruled by the Great Deity, and chose this filthy land filled with heretics. But-"
"Through our devout offerings, our god! Our mother! The ruler of all things we yearned for-Amaterasu Omikami-has finally heard our call and responded to our prayers! Our suffering has earned her attention!"
"Ohhhhhhh!!!"
As soon as the leader finished, waves of frenzied roars erupted around him.
Though none of them truly perceived the descent of Amaterasu Omikami, under the leader's relentless brainwashing, they easily accepted the reality of "a god's descent."
"Now, it is time for us to offer ourselves!"
The leader tore open his robe, revealing a lean, middle-aged face. He drew a silver-white dagger from his chest and lifted it high.
"After death, our souls will follow Amaterasu Omikami into Takamagahara and remain at the Great Deity's side! For Amaterasu Omikami, offer up our hearts!"
The dagger in his right hand plunged downward.
Puchi.
Without hesitation, he pierced his own heart. A satisfied smile appeared as his body slowly toppled backward.
The dagger blocked the wound. Blood did not spray, only rapidly soaked his clothes red.
"Offer up your hearts!"
Puchi. Puchi. Puchi.
The sound of blades cutting into flesh rang out in succession, and the already heavy stench of blood thickened severalfold.
No one knows what mentally deranged fanatics and cultists are thinking.
No one knows what they believe they will gain after offering their lives.
Nor why they do such things.
On this mountain peak revered as holy ground by multiple religions, a group of cultists sacrificed three members of a family of four-and then every one of themselves-to summon "Amaterasu Omikami."
Thump. Thump.
Bodies collapsed one after another, gradually growing cold.
As a somewhat renowned onmyoji, the leader had acted first, yet his consciousness endured until the very end.
He wanted to witness the "result" of their efforts.
"Ah, what a sacred place."
A barefoot blonde girl slowly rose from the altar ahead.
Her brilliant golden hair flowed naturally down her back.
Whether it was the pure white ritual garment she wore, or her jade-like feet, arms, and cheeks, not a single speck of dust or filth stained her.
Like a white lotus emerging unstained from the mud.
As if sensing a remaining living presence, the "girl" turned her gaze toward him.
The emerald-green eyes that had once been dull now held emotionless coldness.
A gaze befitting a god.
"Accept my most sincere faith."
As this final thought surfaced, the man's consciousness completely vanished.
"So the summoned god could be a Buddhist Buddha, a Hindu Shiva, or deities of Bon or Jainism as well. Only after seeing their true form can we judge based on appearance."
Hearing Grafiya's voice ahead, Hiro explained casually.
"No need to worry about true names. I'll know just by looking."
"Yes."
Grafiya nodded slightly.
You can even discern true names. As expected of Lord Lucifer.
"Then this time, will you personally take action, Lord Hiro?"
"Mm. Depends. If the opponent isn't particularly strong, I'll let you practice."
While speaking, after nearly half an hour of flight, the two arrived at the location of the god's descent.
For some reason, the descended god had not moved at all during that time.
Even Grafiya's approach as a Campione failed to provoke any obvious hostility.
She stood there, like an exquisitely crafted puppet.
Hiro, however, stared at the god's appearance-and the true name hovering above her head-completely frozen.
...Damn it.
Girl, you walked into the wrong set, didn't you?
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