Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

After a moment's thought, Gavia asked Rama.

Originally, as the bow of Shiva, Rama should have met Shiva as the contact. However, for some reason, the connection was made with Gavial, who was secretly observing the scene. Gavial was initially puzzled by this, but quickly realized what was going on.

"It is to shatter the arrogance of all the kings present, to make them witness who is the true husband of Sita, and as for your concern about the bow of the heavens..."

Gavia smiled.

"This is its role in this lyran, Rama. You saw this bow, you revered it, you raised it high, you drew it, and finally you broke it. This is the purpose of this divine bow. So there is no need to hesitate. As your friends have said, you are blessed by the heavens and the Himalayas. To overcome the darkness of the world, to honor a father's promise, and for Sita, go and fulfill your duty."

Rama closed his eyes and nodded upon hearing this. Then the mist in his eyes cleared, and he placed his hand on Shiva's bow.

Meanwhile, Ravana's gaze remained fixed on Rama. As Rama and Gavia conversed, the Rakshasa King felt an involuntary fear arise from his body, sensing something terrifying emerging around Rama.

This frightened Ravana so much that he dared not breathe, which made the extremely arrogant Rakshasa King feel quite uncomfortable.

After all, he looked down on humans quite a bit, which is why he didn't include humans when he asked Brahma for blessings.

Just as Ravana was puzzled as to why Rama possessed such power, the air suddenly vibrated, and an invisible, transparent stream of energy shot out from Rama's hand towards the Three Realms. Its power was comparable to the full force of the wind god Vayu, and the violent impact caused the entire Three Realms to shake.

The earth creaked and groaned, and the planet shook violently as spinning debris and shattered buildings scattered like bursting balloons.

This was merely the moment when Rama lifted Shiva's bow; the subsequent birth was an even more terrifying scene.

Because after Rama raised Shiva's bow, he shot it into the sky and broke the bow.

The universe trembled, the earth was in grave danger, the sea roared, the stars shifted, and the gods were filled with fear... The power that broke the divine bow and impacted the world would also bring about many profound changes.

Then, Rama sensed an aura and immediately turned his gaze in that direction.

I sensed an aura emanating from that place, not murderous intent, but a purer, more fundamental anger.

This was the first time Rama had witnessed how the intense emotions emanating from an individual could distort the rules of the world.

"Wait!"

A voice came from the place Rama was looking at. It was from a red-haired youth who looked similar to Rama, but with some differences.

Upon seeing the visitor, King Zhānagha immediately rose, clasped his hands together, and respectfully greeted him:

"At this auspicious moment of my daughter's selection of a husband, Mithra welcomes you, Venerable Axe-Holder Rama."

The visitor was none other than Rama, the sixth avatar of Vishnu, who was dissatisfied because Rama had broken Shiva's bow, causing a shock throughout the three realms.

The seventh incarnation is Rama, and the sixth incarnation is Rama with an axe.

Although both are incarnations of Vishnu, Rama is closer to Vishnu himself than the one wielding the axe.

The conflict between the two may seem strange, but it is actually quite normal, because the anger of the axe-wielder is not ordinary anger, but rather a manifestation of his divine power.

"But the reason I am here is not auspicious."

Holding the axe, he frowned and spoke aggressively.

Seeing the axe being wielded like this, some of the kings present even murmured to themselves, "Fortunately, I wasn't the one who broke that bow."

Unable to understand why the axe-wielding king was so angry, King Zanaka could only continue to smile: "Please allow me the honor of being your host—"

"No! Your Majesty! To entertain me in a place that insults the bow of Shiva is like poison!"

Holding the axe, he surveyed his surroundings. "Who dares to commit such an evil deed! Who broke this divine bow! Merely to flaunt their power and shake the Three Realms! They will pay the price! The one who broke this divine bow is my enemy!"

Immediately afterwards, he shouted while holding an axe:

"stand out!"

Then the divine axe in his hand flashed with light, and although there was no sound, a huge column of heat pierced straight through the sky and the earth.

He once wielded an axe and used it to kill Arjuna with a thousand arms.

This Arjuna with a thousand arms is not the previous incarnation of Arjuna in the Mahabharata; he is merely a person with the same name. He unified the three realms through the blessing that "only Vishnu can defeat him." The sun god Surya once disguised himself as a beggar and begged him. Arjuna with a thousand arms promised to give him anything in the kingdom. In return, the sun god gave him an incredibly powerful bow and arrow, which was not Gandibal.

Later, Arjuna the Thousand-Armed used this bow and arrow to wound the son of the water god, who cursed him that no one named Arjuna in his future generations would become a king.

He was eventually killed by Rama with his axe.

"Why aren't you stepping forward—"

In his anger, he continued to look around, axe in hand. In the quiet atmosphere, his gaze suddenly stopped on a spot not far away.

"Come……"

Jia and his parents...

In the middle of the audience were ordinary people and immortals, with powerful yakshas behind them. However, among them were two figures who looked like a brother and sister or a younger brother.

With long silver hair, blue eyes, and simple clothes, he should have been quite eye-catching in the eyes of the axe-wielder, but the people around him seemed not to notice.

The axe-wielder found Gavia's arrival quite normal; after all, she was the goddess of love, and even though she was acting as his agent, she was still quite busy.

So, holding the axe, he thought for a moment and decided that he might as well come back to Methira tomorrow to find the guy who broke Shiva's bow, and not disturb Ka's duties as the god of love...

However, just as he was about to leave with his axe, as he had come before, a voice called out to him.

"It was I who broke this divine bow."

Rama continued.

"Therefore, if I am to bear your anger and punishment, then it is I. You may punish me as you wish."

"Oh?"

Holding the axe, he turned to face Rama and said, “Are you trying to appease me with your respect? If you are so respectful, why did you remain silent when I arrived? I would have preferred you to take up arms, for I do not kill the unarmed. But since today is the day of the birth of 'love,' I do not wish to taint this joyous day with blood.”

“My sage, it is the duty of the Rahu people to believe in the Brahmans. Therefore, as your servant, how can I attack you? The battle can only be fought between warriors, not between us.”

Faced with the aggressive axe-wielding man, Rama did not become angry, but simply responded quietly.

The Rahu clan, also known as the Sun Clan, originates from the Sanskrit epic poem "The Rahu Lineage" by the famous Indian poet Kalidasa.

However, Rama, wielding an axe, still didn't give the Yijin people a friendly look.

"You don't think that's why I'm not attacking you, do you?"

“Sage, you are the broken Shiva bow that I have broken.”

"You didn't even lift the bow, yet you expect me to believe that you broke this divine bow?"

Seeing Vishnu's sixth and seventh avatars locked in such a fierce confrontation, Gavia felt that although he shouldn't have done so, he was still quite amused.

Moreover, Gavia understood that since Rorama could not prove that he had broken it, he would not let the matter rest, given Rorama's character.

Indeed, even though the axe-wielder had left because Gavia was present, he still came back the next day to ask who had broken the divine bow.

At the same time, Gavia felt that it was time for him to make his move, so he prepared to get up—

"What do you want to do?"

"I'll go help out. Don't worry, it'll be quick."

Gavia's blue eyes seemed to see right through Kama's heart.

Kama, as if he had no intention of letting him go, cast an unusually cold gaze at him and continued to tug at Gavia's clothes.

"……so what?"

Kama responded in this way, but Gavia continued to press for answers:

"Could you let go of my hand?"

"No."

"That was a very quick answer."

Kama responded quietly:

“As your elder who raised you, I have an obligation to ensure your safety, and I have no obligation to accept your suggestion. I really don’t know how to deal with that axe-wielding Rama. How could a minor god like me possibly handle him? Even so, I know that troublesome fellows like you will definitely stick to him. I think neither Rama nor axe-wielding Rama will be the last one.”

Kama's words were indeed very reasonable, a point that Gavia had to admit, but he still had a way to deal with it.

“In that case, Kama, you shall come with me.”

"With you?"

"Ah."

The silver-haired youth nodded.

Kama deliberately remained silent, perhaps because he felt there was a great difference between the proxy and the real, or perhaps he simply wanted to express his dissatisfaction.

However, Kama understood that even so, Gavia would not stand idly by, so he had already achieved great success.

"You agreed? Then let's go."

"Eh?!"

Gavia turned around, embraced the unsuspecting Kama, and then moved to the center of the square, where tens of thousands of people were watching.

At the same time, Gavia said this to the axe-wielder:

"I'll prove it."

The arrival of spring, known only to one god, and the god representing love, adorned this sacred bow and fire ritual with a final, grand celebration.

The Ramayana states:

The Buddha did what he was supposed to do.

His nobility invited the glorious Vasendo and Kama.

And so the pure dawn arrived.

A shower of petals fell, heavenly drums resounded, conch shells and drums clashed, the mountain peaks were colorful, flowers were blooming in the forests, and magnificent trees grew everywhere, a riot of colors, and treasures were displayed.

Some trees are entirely of gold, shining as brightly as flames. These trees bloom and bear fruit eternally, and all kinds of birds perch on them. They can fulfill all human desires, offering heavenly fragrance, sap, and touch.

The river water is clear and blue, beautiful and auspicious. The banks are high, adorned with round pearls, gold, and extremely precious Mani jewels.

There are also thousands of rivers, with green glass lotus leaves, red lotus flowers and golden lotus flowers, dotting many ponds. The golden lotus flowers are like the rising sun, covering the colorful blue lotus flowers everywhere; the leaves are extremely precious Mani, and the filaments are made of real gold.

The Himalayas!

Your great ascetic practices have been told in great detail by people, and are paid tribute to with wildflowers and weeds.

Your asceticism is immeasurable, your strength is immeasurable, and your morality is immeasurable.

The sun, moon, and stars, all around and in all directions, the heavens are truly vast, worthy of praise and joy.

You arrive first in the sea of ​​creation, you shine in the great entity, you are the body of the entire universe, you shelter countless worlds, your steadfastness is the sacred mountain, fire is anger, the moon is joy, you have the mark of holiness.

Returning to the present, the situation has changed dramatically.

Faced with the earth-shattering changes at the Divine Bow Fire Ritual, the astonished crowd couldn't help but turn their attention to the suddenly appearing silver-haired youth.

"Oh? And how do you prove it?"

Upon seeing his familiar friend Jia appear, the anger on the axe-wielding man's face immediately subsided, and he instead asked with a smile.

Rama naturally recognized that it was his friend Kasyapa, who seemed to be somewhat familiar with Rama the Axe-Wielder.

“In the past, I remember that you carried a Vishnu’s bow with you when you held the axe.”

Gavia looked at the two meaningfully and said, “Why don’t you have Rama nock the arrow and shoot it? That way you will know that Rama has indeed broken Shiva’s bow.”

"What if Rama can't do it?"

He continued to press for answers, still holding the axe.

"That means I lost—"

"I can do it."

Rama stared at the axe-wielding man and said, word by word, "I can do it."

"Hahaha, let's give it a try, Rama!"

As soon as Rama finished speaking, he saw Rama pick up the Vishnu bow that had appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Gavia smiled, nodded, and then smiled again.

“Go and do it, Rama.”

Because he was still holding Kama, he was unable to pat Rama on the shoulder.

Kavia could only place her hand on Kama's head. Feeling the trembling and the fact that Kama's head hadn't appeared for a long time, she felt that she might have been a bit too radical. So she gently stroked the beautiful silver hair of the goddess of love as if it were a caress.

Meanwhile, Rama had already smoothly drawn Vishnu's divine bow, much to the astonishment of the axe-wielder.

It's truly unbelievable that he could wield an axe, after all, it's Vishnu's divine bow, which no one but Vishnu could lift, being the very source of himself...