Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Expectations and hopes;

Destruction and Regeneration;

Forgetting and remembering;

Emptiness and love.

All the emotions were mixed together, making it difficult to control—

Click.

The sound of rocks breaking, as if they had been torn apart by their own hands, seemed to echo in Durga's heart.

A deep sorrow and love gripped his heart, and Durga gently stroked the hair that Gavia had touched, as if it were something extremely precious.

"Yes... my husband, I will always stay by your side."

Even if I said "I love you," you wouldn't believe me, would you? But this warm yet bittersweet feeling is definitely much deeper than just liking someone.

I have no other desires now.

If Durga, born for a mission, is of no use to you, my husband, then I will become your killer, constantly offering you blood and battles.

Although I don't know what will happen to Durga afterward, and although I know nothing about the future.

But all of this was for my beloved.

Who am I?

I am anger, born of anger, and still in anger.

Anger at being unable to feel the love of loved ones, a self-awareness of this, and thus the soul, like dust, flies in rebellion against the sacred lira.

My husband is both the wings that guide the dust and the dust itself, and I will become the slaughterer who fights against my husband.

So come, the moment of end and the moment of beginning have arrived.

I pray that Gavia may be of use to my beloved, to my husband.

At this moment, this is my happiness.

"..."

In an instant, the blood-red environment of the celestial realm changed, transforming into pure dark smoke.

While the gods and Asuras in the battle were puzzled, thinking that it might be the arrival of the Great Heaven, in a place they could not notice, the protagonist of this war, Durga, no longer had the previous silver-haired goddess form, but had become a terrifying goddess with purple clothes and a black cloak.

And divine weapons, wielded by eight hands, enough to make even the gods tremble.

Finally, the dark smoke dissipated into a hazy form, and Durga, in this new form, appeared before the eyes of the gods and the blood-species Asura.

"What……"

"What it is?"

"Where is Goddess Durga? Has something happened to her?"

"What should we do? How can we explain this to the Lord of the Himalayas...?"

Amidst the gods' panic, the purple goddess, gazing at the already terrified Blood Seed Asura and the seemingly endless blood all around, revealed a tyrannical smile. With a casual wave of her eight hands, Blood Seed Asura's body exploded as if in the literal sense, with countless pieces of flesh and blood falling to the ground.

“I am Kali. Born from the wrath of the goddess of wrath.”

The upheaval caused by Kali shook the three realms, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

“I exist here only to be of use to my husband.”

The last era of India, the Kali era, was echoed by the six teachers who stirred up the Dharma in the human world, and by the goddess of slaughter who was willing to do anything for 'love'.

"Those who stand in my way will be beheaded by these blades and their blood will be drunk! Step back, step back, you are not my husband, not Gavia! Ha ha, ga ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Chapter 334 The King of Ideals.

Durga was born from anger, and the being born from Durga's anger is Kali.

That was a killing goddess who had forgotten even her duties as a god and lost her reason.

"Haha, jihahahaha! Not bad, blood, blood!"

The last words that lingered in the ears of the gods in the heavens suddenly appeared before Kali, who was headed by the eight guardian deities, including the god Indra.

"Oh... very good. Smell it carefully, there is a fragrance. Are you also enemies of my husband?"

Kali's calm expression lasted only a moment, before her terrifyingly savage demeanor reappeared in an instant. "Then let's fight! I am the one who will slay my husband's enemy!"

An anomaly has occurred in the heavens.

Blue-black Maya power emanated from the third eye on Kali's forehead, gathering into a beam of flame that attacked the gods directly, causing the power to ripple outwards like waves.

"What……"

The Heavenly Emperor was surprised.

This is a power that could not possibly exist in the heavens, burning all the Maya in the air to ashes, a scorching destruction that can even rival the wrath of the gods—no, it is almost equivalent to the wrathful fire of Shiva.

The power of the eight guardian deities covering the sky was also completely devoured by this flame, and the light of destruction seemed to be roaring fiercely: as long as someone stands in our way, even a god of the heavens will not be forgiven.

In this way, a huge hole was directly punched through the barrier of the celestial realm.

The eight guardian deities who attempted to stop them were all injured to some extent. Some had their arms burned off, some had most of their bodies burned off, and some even suffered indescribable damage from the attack. As a result, just like the flesh and blood of the Blood Seed Asura that had spread throughout the entire heavenly realm, the flesh and blood of gods and demons were mixed together in the heavenly realm, which should have been incomparably sacred, causing people to feel fear.

"She is Kali, born from the goddess Durga?!"

"But this power is clearly..."

"It is the power of the heavens!"

Among the Hindu gods who were collectively paralyzed by the single blow, those who quickly realized that the immense power that Kali had just used to destroy the celestial barrier was not only the power of Kavia, but also contained the seemingly destructive power of Shiva.

In fact, at this moment, the purple-skinned Goddess of Slaughter has a third eye on her forehead, which looks exactly the same as the eye that Shiva uses to express his anger. Why does she have such power when she transforms into Kali?

It's actually quite simple. This is because Gavia's wrathful form once devoured Shiva's wrath and transformed it into its own azure flames. Durga was born later and thus inherited this power, which is why he is able to use this wrath now.

"And so I will dance, rejoicing over the blood of my enemies, my hands and feet dancing along with it!"

While the gods were still pondering why this had happened, Kali had already begun her victory dance, a dance of exhilaration where she stomped her feet in celebration of victory.

"I, my husband, I have done it! All gods and demons are enemies, but that's not enough. Death, slaughter... I need more!"

Originally, based on her being Durga, and Durga being a battle goddess born with a mission, logically speaking, even if Kali had transformed into a killer, she should not have directed her power towards the gods included in the righteous law. However, Kali's current form is the result of Durga choosing love for Gavia over the duty she was born with, which is the form she took after abandoning her duty.

Therefore, for Kali now, anyone who opposes her lover and husband, Gavia, is an enemy, and must be killed no matter what. Moreover, in Kali's time, Gavia was the teacher of the six teachers who violated the Dharma, the greatest evil of the era. So, just like Gavia who violated the Dharma, the goddess of slaughter, Kali, has regarded the Dharma as her enemy.

"Treading on the flesh and blood of the enemy, the goddess of slaughter dances in this way, and her cry for my husband to destroy the enemy will surely resound throughout the world."

Kali, like the embodiment of destruction, thus proclaimed.

The goddess residing here today is not an ordinary battle goddess, but a crazed goddess of slaughter.

It is a divine age that existed before the laws of physics governed the world. It is in the form of the Himalayas and in the form of 'love'. It is the mother of the sacred mountain in Indian mythology, a goddess who was chosen at the appointed time to appease the wrathful lord of the sacred mountain.

Kali started dancing out of some kind of instinct. The mad goddess's thoughts were simple: doing this would destroy the world, so that Gavia wouldn't be defeated by the ideal king. So she decided to do it.

At that very moment, time in the three realms of India began to stop in a literal sense. For living beings, this means the cessation of all molecular movements of cells. Once trapped in this state, one faces only death that attacks from all directions, with no way to escape.

All beings except the god of symbiosis were brought to a standstill, awaiting the destruction brought about by the Dance of Kali.

At the same time, on the distant Mount Girasa, Shiva, sensing this abnormality, opened his eyes and exchanged a glance with Vishnu in the Ocean of Milk and Brahma in the Brahma realm. Then Shiva closed his eyes again and stopped looking. Even Vishnu continued to observe slowly, propping his head up as usual.

As she danced the dance of destruction, Kali unconsciously clenched her teeth.

He activated all the Maya power in his body and forced himself to breathe again. As kindling sent to his heart, he did not do it for survival or power, but simply to transform himself into a sacrifice for destruction through a ritual called breathing.

Kali's power can distort the air, and it can also melt the air, just like the invincible 'karma'.

At the same time, Kali also felt that her own existence was being fundamentally replaced. The overly dazzling nature of 'destruction' was oppressing the concept called 'Kali'. Even so, Kali still endured unimaginable pain as destruction oppressed her and came.

Slowly, slowly, 'destruction' began to descend.

"My husband...my husband..."

Kali began chanting in a semi-dazed state.

"I'm so cold, so hot... but I'm about to succeed..."

"That's it."

A calm voice sounded.

It was a figure with long silver hair.

The figure that appeared in the frozen space was like a dream, but it was somewhat familiar to the still-mad Kali. Even so, Kali's ten-armed weapon still reached out and pressed against his body.

The visitor was naturally Gavia. Since Durga, in disguise, had done such a thing, it was impossible for him not to come. Moreover, on his way here, Gavia had witnessed many causes and conditions, many loves and hates, and understood the reason why Durga had transformed into Gavia.

"My husband, I will always stay by your side."

This was the voice from the depths of Durga's soul. Gavia had always maintained an honest attitude towards Durga, but because Durga's essence was the persuasion of 'Lira', she had some reservations. But now she understood that this was a very important matter.

"Kali, may I dance with you?"

The Lord of the Himalayas spoke while thinking.

I have faced feelings of helplessness, endured other people's hopeless feelings, and had experiences of being unable to tolerate the existence of others. But I can't do what I did back then, just because I am concerned about the other person's 'duty'.

Durga's duty is to love Gavia unconditionally, even though she is a fake Lira, this love is real.

This lira will lock him in. Originally, Gavia thought he had the potential to be a transcendent being like the Awakened One, but now it seems that Gavia himself is not suitable to be that kind of person.

When faced with Gavia's question, Kali did not speak immediately. She felt her body getting hot, and even her heart was pounding incessantly, it was so noisy.

In the fiery, surging, and maddening depths of Kalina.

Her remaining consciousness, involuntarily, reconstructed the recorded information.

My beloved, my husband, my irreplaceable lover, Gavia.

There are no other words to describe it.

Therefore, for your success, I must destroy the world, at all costs.

Kali silently declined Gavia's invitation and turned to leave.

“Even so, I should fulfill my responsibilities as a husband, Kali.”

The silver-haired youth said in a low voice.

Afterwards, Kali began to walk elsewhere, intending to find another place to dance and destroy the world. However, before she could take a few steps, she felt as if she was about to step on something. She didn't step on it, but a will prevented her from doing so. This made the already crazed Kali unable to help but look down—

Just like her former self, Gavia lay on the ground, willing to be trampled on in order to stop everything.

Thus, even Kali, who was driven mad by love, seemed unable to withstand the surging heat from within her body, and instantly burst into tears.

"...Please, please forgive me, my husband."

That's what she said.

“I still want to be with my husband…and Moses, all of us.”

The destruction that should have continued was over, and Gavia, who had risen, looked at Kali kneeling on the ground.

"It's all over now. Let's go back to the Himalayas, okay?"

"But I... I did something wrong..."

“No, you did nothing wrong, nor did you commit any crime. You did not fail in your duties as a wife. It is I who failed in my duties as a husband.”

"No, my husband, it's all my fault. I caused all of this. Even if I've become like this, I should still be able to control myself..."

Looking at Kali who was still crying, Gavia reached out to comfort her.

"You're not wrong, everything has changed back to how it was before, look—"

The chirping birds of this early morning, the fawn nestled beside its mother, the lush vegetation bearing abundant fruit, the fragrant flowers blooming in the vibrant spring, the sun rising in the clear blue sky, the stars illuminating the night sky—all sights and the world are captured by light, and everything around us is bathed in its glow.

It could be said that all four directions were bright, and the sun, moon, and fire pearls were no longer of use, and such a scene was placed behind the two of them.

As he said this, Gavia hugged Kali.

So hot, so hot, the temperature enveloping my whole body, what I felt was a vastness enough to sweep across the universe, a power enough to scorch everything, and anger.

The goddess of slaughter indulged in such fantasies.

For Kali, for Durga, Gavia's anger was like a womb. She felt no discomfort, but rather a gentle embrace, yet this did not mean she had lost the power to resist, for she sensed another scent from the embrace: the scent of love.

My husband loves me so much that I am willing to abandon everything and even fall into depravity; I feel so at ease.