Chapter 21 – Praise the Great Yoni (Part 1):
Beneath the underground world, there was a vast, endless void—a boundless, infinite expanse of nothingness.
(In Indian mythology, this void is depicted as an endless, black sea.)
The Primordial Dragon King, Adi-Ananta-Shesha, floated above the void with his immense, towering body, while the Great Preserver, Vishnu, rested upon his back.
Suddenly, the Primordial Dragon King Shesha opened his eyes, his terrifying gaze sweeping across the cosmic starfield of the human world.
Under his vision, countless worlds became transparent, unable to obstruct his sight.
"A small planet… why does it unsettle me so?"
Shesha had awakened consciousness thirty thousand years ago. Once an infinite unconscious god, his divine power had diminished with consciousness, yet he remained a main god with tremendous power—a high main god who also wielded a supreme authority: the soul.
"Should I warn the great Vishnu?"
Shesha hesitated.
As Vishnu's mount, he could not easily leave the void. Yet the unease within him intensified, giving him a chilling, irrational sense of fear.
It was hard to believe that a mere small planet could affect him.
He was the Great Soul Main God, the Supreme Primordial Dragon King, the ancestor of all Nagas!
Yet ten thousand years ago, Vishnu had warned him: disturb no living being, for he was to accompany Shiva through the Three Realms to comprehend the supreme power of mental karma.
"Forget it. I am the mount of the Great Preserver Vishnu; no one can harm me."
Shesha closed his eyes, lying flat again.
He sensed the tremors in the Heavenly Realm, but under divine awareness, he had no interest.
In the realm of the Great Freedom, Jirosa, lay the abode of Shiva—the highest of the thousand heavenly realms, atop Mount Sumilu.
Higher than the Heavenly Court, higher than the Brahma Realm.
At this moment, three-eyed, four-armed Shiva was meditating with eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips.
His trident rested behind him, the divine pot before him.
The divine pot trembled; within it, the wisdom essence stirred, but could not escape the barrier set by Shiva.
Gradually, the pot trembled more violently, finally catching Shiva's attention during his shared meditation with Vishnu.
Above the Milky Ocean, Shiva's consciousness flickered; his brow furrowed, his form paused, drawing Vishnu's notice.
"Our joint meditation… is something wrong, Great Shiva?"
Vishnu's words held a hint of displeasure.
"We are meditating together to comprehend the supreme power of mental karma. How can you be distracted?"
"You misunderstand, great Vishnu," Shiva smiled. "It is merely the wisdom essence being mischievous again."
"Is it the wisdom essence captured from Brahma's arrogant head? Why not let it reincarnate into a god?"
"I have thought of it, but the time is not yet right. For now, the divine pot restrains it."
Shiva explained to Vishnu, dismissing the pot's tremors as playful antics of the wisdom essence. He then took Vishnu's hand again, continuing their shared meditation to comprehend the greatness of supreme mental karma.
Meanwhile, in Brahma Realm, the creator god Brahma held the Vedas, which trembled slightly, as if foreseeing something.
The Vedas were a great artifact created by the cosmic artisan Deva.
Later, during creation, Brahma infused the Vedas with eternal knowledge from fire, wind, and the sun, granting it the power to record all within the Three Realms.
Brahma opened the Vedas, noticing symbols appear and disappear—he was astonished.
महानब्रह्मा, महानब्रह्मा…
(Great Brahma of the Primordial Era…)
The mysterious symbols vanished before the Vedas could fully write them, repeating nine times. Finally, the Vedas stopped trembling, yet remained blank.
The blank page turned on its own—as if it had recorded something, yet recorded nothing.
"Could it be that the upcoming Heavenly Battle has changed?"
Brahma suspected the anomaly in the Vedas indicated the battle in the Heavenly Realm.
Sky God Daus had left him, surely to confront Earth Goddess Ximi. Both were Primordial Elemental Main Gods, and only three infinite-consciousness gods could restrain their terrifying powers.
Now, the Vedas had recorded and erased the event—would the battle occur or not?
Had Shiva or Vishnu intervened?
Meanwhile, the small water-blue planet Shesha had observed was the root of all anomalies.
Great Mercy Tree Sovereign Manlina shed her beautiful sari, revealing a full, shapely, tall, and straight figure.
Fane no longer hesitated. His eager Lingam, ready to tear the heavens, signaled his impatience.
Twenty-seven days later,
the reluctant Lingam was finally gathered by Fane.
Manlina blushed, her phoenix eyes filled with happiness and satisfaction, her body still trembling slightly. Luckily, as a high main god, such minor injuries were inconsequential.
"Praise to you, kind Manlina. You shall be my second lover." Fane personally draped the sari over her.
"Please forgive my roughness."
"No. You are gentle, you are strong, and it is you who makes me as happy as with Sovereign Ximi. Praise to you, Exalted Fane."
Manlina could not call Fane her lover.
Though this act helped Earth Goddess Ximi, she felt guilt for taking her mother's beloved, and intended to confess to Ximi for approval.
Seeing her worry, Fane reassured her: "I will explain everything to Ximi. Do not worry."
"No, let me tell the great Sovereign Ximi," Manlina insisted. Fane nodded.
He then looked at the crimson blood in the glass container—Manlina's Yoni virgin blood.
It was great and worthy of praise.
"Will this work, Exalted Fane?"
Manlina could not believe it. How could her virgin blood pierce a Fire Lingam-marked barrier containing unimaginable energy?
Fane smiled silently, taking the glass, approaching the Fire Lingam mark, now solidified.
He was certain: the कंवारीखून in his hand was the key.
In the next moment, Fane poured the कंवारीखून onto the Fire Lingam mark—and an astonishing scene unfolded!