Ch 0.24: Trial (4.1)

"Did you know we were here?" remarked the old woman with big boobs and great ass emerging from the invisibility formation, accompanied by other seniors.

"There was no reason to doubt my ability to detect your presence, esteemed seniors," I replied calmly, my countenance guarded behind a poker face, revealing no hint of surprise or emotion.

Their response held a curious synchronicity, yet it lacked genuine meaning. "Ah, I see," they echoed in unison, departing suddenly with calculated precision, leaving behind an inexplicable sense of intentional avoidance.

Their collective departure created a hollow echo within the room, a lingering sensation of deliberate evasion.

"He's dangerous and astute," remarked Anu Anu Anu. "We shouldn't push his limits too far."

"I can't fathom how someone with his demeanor passes trial 2," doubted Old Man Gichhu, skepticism tainting his voice.

"What do you truly know about his demeanor? You're still judging him based on his actions during the first trial. Perhaps it was all a facade," interjected the old woman with her remarkable figure, steering the conversation.

"I hadn't considered that perspective. A valid point indeed, 'Mother' May," conceded Old man Gichhu.

"Enough with the jests, Old Timer," she retorted with irritation, her response a direct rebuke to Gichhu's presumptuous teasing about her age.

****

After the departure of those fools, I took a leisurely stroll, observing the hapless brat trapped within the confines of the Minor realm of suffering. Unsurprisingly, Prince Carl trailed behind me, an unwavering shadow.

Among those who hadn't cleared Trial 2, my attention fell upon a bald-headed man, desperately grappling with the challenges, nearly on the brink of failure. He belonged to the lotus Petal sect.

Then, a girl, belonging to the Moonlight Sect, caught my attention. She gave off an aura of composure, She didn't seem bad.

Yet another girl drew my gaze; delicate and adorned with a prettiness that belied her tough countenance. Her unyielding expression piqued my curiosity, leaving me captivated by her intriguing resolve.

"It's about time," I thought to myself.

******

"Alright, let's not dwell on it. It's time to ring the bell and wake them up." Old man Gicchu said.

As the Old man Gicchu said it the Old woman with big boobs and great ass started the mantra:

"Abandon the coveting of desires; cease the yearning for worldly possessions."

"Renounce all attachments and cravings; resist the allure of the four great evils."

"O Allah-Kabeer, lead them to the path of truth, shielding them from the grasp of suffering."

"Adi-Buddha, the celestial representation of the primordial Heavenly Tao, illumines their consciousness and let their sanity be with them."

Ring Ring! Chime!

As the individuals awakened from the grips of the Minor Realm of Suffering, their cries reverberated in distress.

"No, please! Don't take my wife! No, please! Don't take my wife!" The desperate cry reverberated repeatedly, etching the air with despair. Repeat*

"How could you betray me, engaging in such treachery with our son? How could you betray me, engaging in such treachery with our son?" Repeat*

"Am I reliving a past life or trapped in the present one? Am I reliving a past life or trapped in the present one?" Repeat*

"I beg of you, spare me! I don't wish to meet my end! I beg of you, spare me! I don't wish to meet my end!" Repeat*

Some of the elders and senior disciples of various sects had assembled to watch the trial and all of them were getting trauma of the minor realm of suffering.

Fortunate for them too, she read the mantra providing a shield to not only brats trapped inside formation but to them too, preventing their complete spiritual and mental destruction.

In the Minor Realm of Suffering, death reigns as the ultimate suffering after all. The anguish of losing one's soul and existence renders the individual irreparably shattered. Reduced to a state of childlike vulnerability, they forfeit all cognitive abilities, not taking into account the numerous lives they lived where their brain stays the same the only thing that changes is their memories and they can never forget the pain.

Its effect is just everlasting except if you're a divine child like me.

"Pitifal souls, Get their souls and Memory be cleansed away" uttered the Old woman, endowed with big boobs and great ass, known as Mother May.

The attendants and servants promptly carried out her directives, quickly arranging various healing formations and memory-erasing formations as per her instructions.

Despite efforts, a few individuals remained unable to regain their composure.

Looking at it, a bald elderly man who was sitting atop the colossal flying lotus emanated a radiant golden aura that calmed everyone.

This vast golden aura exuded an overwhelming sense of comfort. From within him emerged a Wheel bearing a crescent moon, a symbol that materialized and shimmered in golden hues.

Clearly, he was the Sect leader of the sect conducting this year's trial.

"What a chad!"

One of the excited individuals said it aloud, unable to contain his enthusiasm

I don't judge him as it was needless to say this old man is treated as the most respected person in here even more than the king.

All kings, without exception, were mandated to kneel in his presence as he is part of 3 great theocracies except me as I'm the brother of the Emperor.

History has witnessed entire royal families together with their supporters ruthlessly butchered and sometimes crucified overnight when they dared to challenge their authority after all.

He chanted a mantra and suddenly a telepathic message was transferred to all of us stating "A person who has cleared the way has conquered over the 4 evils and opened his horizon..."

"He spouted some nonsense about surrendering ourselves to Allah-Kabeer, The Greatest, and battling our inherent wickedness to merge with Adi-Buddha, The Primordial Heavenly Tao.

"Such naive theology," I scoffed inwardly, a disdainful notion crossing my thoughts.

If Allah-Kabeer is our universal father, shouldn't the aspiration be to surpass Him? Just as I once desired my son in past life to excel beyond me?

Why pursue unity with Adi-Buddha when my ambition is to transcend such confines and shape myself in my own Image?

'An utterly misguided concept,' I contemplated scornfully, pondering their belief that all beings are reborn with past life Sins and ignorance, with the proposed solution being surrender to an invisible Higher power.

However, amidst his rambling, he mentioned one meaningful thing.

There is no need to check if we can find a Way since all qualifiers have conquered over 4 evils and we will one day surely find our way so trial 3 is deemed unnecessary and all qualifiers of this trial will instead directly fight rather than wasting time on Trial 3.

Yippee! We can directly advance to trial 4.

Exciting news indeed!