I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

It's like taking a dump; you don't know whether it's runny or solid until you actually poop it.

Li Lin calls it the "Abraham's Shit" law, and given time, this law might become as famous as "Schrödinger's Cat".

In the end, Sita, who had escaped harm, stepped forward to act as the excrement collector. As an Indian, she might have a special talent for this: "God of China... it was our dereliction of duty not to recognize your identity, but considering that you have already taught my husband and Pandora a lesson, how about we leave this matter here?"

The black-clad mage behind him had a resentful expression, but Sita didn't mention him at all.

"I don't think so." Li Lin suppressed the urge to have an attack, forcing an indifferent expression. "You've offended me!"

Sita turned and exchanged a glance with Susanoo, the burly man in hemp clothing nodded with a wry smile.

What else can they do? They've become wealthy and powerful, and they can no longer act as freely as they used to.

“What kind of compensation do you want?” Sita asked.

"What can you give me?" Li Lin's eyes were starting to look like dead fish eyes, but the purple color was gradually deepening.

"The entire real world is yours." The husband's face darkened. "In return, you are not allowed to set foot in the Netherworld again."

“I have the ability to witness contracts,” Sita said. “If necessary, I can make a vow to the Trinity.”

Li Lin nodded noncommittally.

Hindu vows, blessings, and curses are a rather bizarre concept—whether they are practitioners or reincarnated deities, they cannot speak carelessly. Once they utter a word, the karma of heaven and earth will surely help them fulfill their vows, no matter the cost.

This power to uphold oaths is called "Dharma" in the mythological world of India, which is the rule of the universe, encompassing everyone's status, wealth, and relationships, and even the gods cannot escape its constraints.

The bestowal of blessings is actually a manifestation of the cause-and-effect system. As long as one has undergone sufficient asceticism, even an Asura can become an object of blessing by the Triad God. Once these blessings are bestowed, even the Triad God himself cannot take them away.

The most classic example is Bhishma in the Mahabharata, who was blessed with longevity because he made a great vow to help his brother become king.

As long as he doesn't want to die, he won't die from external forces.

The curse was even more outrageous; even the Triads couldn't avoid it.

Two Rakshasa, having practiced asceticism, received Shiva's blessing; their dark skin disappeared, and their bodies shone brightly, as radiant as the sun and moon. Surya, the sun god, was enraged by this and pursued the two Rakshasa followers. As they fled, the Rakshasa prayed to Shiva for help, and Shiva manifested in his wrathful form, beheading Surya with his trident.

Surya's father, the sage Kasyapa, was heartbroken upon seeing this and cursed Shiva, saying that he would one day behead his own son with his trident. Centuries later, the curse came true, and Shiva indeed beheaded his own son Ganesha with his trident while bathing in Parvati.

"I am King Rama's wife, the Indian Earth Mother Goddess, and I swear this oath to the heavens." Princess Sita clasped her hands together and raised them above her head, her voice like thunder, her eyes clear and bright like crystal. "From this day forward, from this very moment, we will no longer hinder the progress of the God of China in this world. His will will sweep across the mortal realm like the trident of the heavens, and all obstacles that hinder him will be destroyed in thunder and fire!"

Susanoo spoke next, as Princess Sita had already given him a way out, which he could not refuse.

"Above the eightfold walls are eightfold clouds, and the divine will governs all beings with universal compassion." Susanoo's expression calmed down at this moment. "The power of the gods of the Tang Kingdom is boundless. They can never reach the places that cannot be reached, but wherever they go, they will shine with brilliance."

"Amitabha."

The black-robed sorcerer, supported by the fairies, shakily rose to his feet: "This old woman, who has attained Buddhahood in this very life, hereby swears to become the three-pronged sword in the hand of the Bright King, vowing to protect the righteous path and never stray from it."

Pandora didn't make an oath because it wasn't necessary.

She is merely a product of a ritual and a transit point; to put it bluntly, she is just a smart trash can.

The gods turned their gazes toward Li Lin.

"I don't want to step into this damn place."

Although Li Lin's words cannot be called a "vow," they clearly have the same effect as a vow at this time.

......

"Come out, come out!"

The flow of time in the Netherworld differs greatly from that in the real world, and the ratio is not constant.

Fortunately, the people on the official history compilation committee did not have to wait long this time; it felt like only a blink of an eye to Touma Amakasu.

The gates to the underworld opened, and a dejected young man with dead fish eyes, pale skin, and hands in his pockets reappeared in the sky. He glanced at him and then disappeared.

"Hey, why did you leave?"

Amakasu Touma was filled with regret. That was the god-slayer who had killed the Great Sage Equaling Heaven head-on. It seemed that this was by no means the first time he had killed a god; he just hadn't shown it before.

The sudden appearance of a god-slayer who has never shown his face will surely cause a major reshuffle in the mysterious world, and they are clearly in a position to benefit from his proximity.

So what if there was some unpleasantness at the beginning? Isn't this a perfect example of how a misunderstanding can lead to friendship?

Thinking of this, Touma Amakasu's gaze became playful and fell on Yuri Mariya.

“Mr. Amakasu?” Yuri Mariya noticed Touma Amakasu’s gaze.

“Miss Yuri, be prepared.” Touma Amakasu adjusted his glasses. “Someone will be coming to see you soon.”

"Looking for me?" Yuri Mariya seemed a little confused.

“Sigh, should I say you’re slow-witted or just playing dumb?” Amakasu Touma shook his head and sighed. “A new storm has appeared, so how can we stand still? You’ve had a conversation with that god-slayer, whether it was pleasant or unpleasant, and that will become something that can be used by those with ulterior motives.”

"But I clearly..."

“But you haven’t done anything, have you?” Amakasu Touma winked at her. “It’s always been the Kufuzuka family that has offended him, and the Kufuzuka family has already been wiped out by the ferocious Monkey King.”

Ignoring the stunned Yuri Mariya, Touma Amakasu continued leisurely, "Even so, this kind-hearted god-slayer still decided to avenge the Kuhozuka family. What a touching ending."

He turned to Yuri Mariya and smiled: "Forget about your unrealistic childhood friend. You're going to be a priestess serving the Demon King."

Chapter 339 is just a transitional chapter, so it's not important (with self-righteousness).

The treaty signed between Li Lin and Susanoo was extremely unfair to the latter.

Li Lin only paid the price of being unable to enter the Netherworld, but what he gained was a complete concession from the official history compilation committee—there was no other way but to make concessions, as Sita could tell at a glance that Li Lin was not human.

Compared to Li Lin, who manifested as the Deer King, these disobedient gods suddenly felt like counterfeit products, and Li Lin was even more free than them.

The only thing lacking is experience in navigating the underworld.

Susanoo did have the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to keep Li Lin in the Netherworld forever, or banish him to another parallel world—his insight was also very sharp, and he saw at a glance that Li Lin would be a huge obstacle to his plans.

However, Sita secretly stopped him, because as the Earth Mother Goddess and the Ancestor of Gods, she could sense through her bloodline that Li Lin's Deer King form was not restricted by the Netherworld at all. The barrier between the present world and the Netherworld was less fragile to him than a piece of paper.

Siddhartha had no doubt that if Li Lin wanted, he could easily reach his fingers into the gaps between those worlds and open them like turning a key.

Susanoo's conspiracy failed before it even began to be implemented.

If things continue like this, as Li Lin gradually becomes more comfortable in his new environment, their last bit of leeway in the Netherworld will disappear. In another half hour, Li Lin might even be able to come into the Netherworld and wage guerrilla warfare.

Therefore, Sita decisively chose to swear an oath, using the power of the oath to restrain Li Lin.

"But what do we do?"

The ascetic monk, who had chosen to attain Buddhahood in this very life, spoke with a sorrowful expression, and as he sighed, handfuls of dirt spilled from the corners of his eyes, like tears.

The ritual of becoming a Buddha in this very life is quite inhumane. The monks who are to undergo this ritual must eat only nuts and seeds for three years to eliminate the fat in their bodies and endure extreme hunger. Then they must eat wood and soil for three years, putting themselves in a state of half-death.

Finally, while they were still alive, they were buried in the earth and had to continuously shake the bells in their hands and chant Buddhist scriptures until they died. Their bodies would naturally decompose and become mummies, thus becoming living Buddhas, also known as whole-body relics.

The black-robed archmage sighed, "We all swore an oath, and even our disciples and magicians in the mortal world couldn't stop him..."

"So, I had already planned this all along." The old man had regained his calm and confident demeanor. He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp. "Hmph, as long as we support a new Demon King, everything will be solved. I gave away that stone tablet long before I made the vow, so it doesn't count as breaking the vow."

"Perhaps our Demon King can even slay this arrogant god."

After a few cups of mead, the emperor's face became a little rosy: "Let him be smug for a while longer... We need to send out more priestesses to serve him, to lull him into complacency, and to give our demon king time to grow."

"This is not an obstacle. I am sincerely assisting this lord." The Imperial Husband smiled sarcastically.

"It's just like raising pigs." The black-robed archmage also showed his delight.

Princess Sita remained silent, a lingering worry in her heart: if they were able to exploit the loopholes in the Grand Vow, what about Li Lin? How significant were the gaps in the Grand Vow for him?

......

And what was our friend Li Lin doing at this time?

He was gambling on chess on the street.

"Oh, damn it." Li Lin rushed forward and scattered the chessboard. "This doesn't count, this doesn't count."

The old man who set up the chess stall hesitated for a moment, then finally spat out a single word through his teeth: "Get lost."

Li Lin refused to argue with the old man: "I want to take back my move."

"Once a move is made, it cannot be taken back," the old man replied curtly. "And you want to take back a move in Gomoku? Are you crazy?"

Perhaps due to his old age, the old man spoke without restraint, showing no regard for the proper etiquette in Japanese society, and unintentionally pierced Li Lin's fragile heart.

"hiss--"

Li Lin gasped in shock, his expression changing as he looked at the old man with suspicion: "How did you know?"

Damn it, this kid is terrifying and must not be allowed to live.

"Roll, roll, roll, roll."

The old man chased away the unreasonable Li Lin.

This was just a minor incident for the old man. After all, there were all sorts of people at the temple fair, and he wasn't actually short of money. He just set up a chess stall for fun.

Nobody wants a scourge like Li Lin to exist.

So the old man forgot about it after just five minutes.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp siren sounded, followed by a group of martial arts practitioners dressed in training uniforms with centipede buttons and cloth shoes, who entered the temple fair street in a grand manner.

The harmonious atmosphere of the temple fair vanished instantly. Whether it was the young girl in a yukata carrying a goldfish bag or the masked man, they all fell into silence, trembling with fear, as these seemingly fierce thugs stepped into the temple fair street.

The leader of the thugs, with a red silk sash around his waist and a scar on his bronze face, stepped forward, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd: