Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 96 The Truth About Power

After visiting the martial arts school, Vijay invited Thier to his home for a meal, and this time, Thier did not refuse.

Maya had prepared a sumptuous dinner, and Vijay had not allowed any of his other servants to accompany him.

The food was delicious, and after drinking the fermented rice water, the atmosphere in the room was relaxed, so the two of them naturally started chatting.

Tiye, true to his previous arrogance, spoke first, slowly recounting his past.

"I was born in the northern city of Khrushchev, a city-state with a strong military and a strong martial spirit." When he mentioned his hometown, a faint look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes. "I was originally a free man. In my prime, I joined the army of a Kshatriya lord. I spent decades in the military, fighting in the north and south, risking my life on the battlefield. I was also lucky enough to work my way up to the level of Mahayoda."

Is Juluxiang City the city where Mira lives?

When Vijay heard the familiar place name, he was immediately struck by the coincidence.

Thier's tone grew somber as he recounted the turning point in his fate: "Later, the Kshatriya lord I served was embroiled in a city-state war, and his forces were completely routed, his foundations uprooted by his opponents."

"War raged across the entire territory, and I was separated from my wife and daughter amidst the chaos of battle. I still remember that my daughter was only three years old at the time..."

"From then on, I embarked on a long journey to find my family, which lasted for ten years! I followed the clues left by refugees, caravans, and slave traders, traveling from north to south and from east to west, passing through more than a dozen large and small cities and states. I wandered around, living among slaves and suffering all kinds of hardships. Through my investigation, I learned from all sorts of people that my family members had all been captured and sold in batches to various places."

At this point, Thier's voice trembled slightly, "I tore several slave traders to pieces, and finally learned the whereabouts of my wife and daughters..."

"Later, I chased them all the way to Harappa and caught up with the last group of merchants escorting prisoners. But when I finally got the truth out of them, I felt dizzy and disoriented!"

"My wife passed away sadly during her long journey, hoping that I would appear. My poor daughter that year was sent to the Harappan Temple to become a 'wife of the gods' who would never return to the mortal world."

Decades of searching and anticipation, only to be met with such a cruel ending, are enough to crush anyone's will.

Tiye sighed and continued, "From then on, I settled down in the south of Harappa and opened a martial arts school to take in poor children. I saw too many young people from the bottom of society who were not in control of their own lives, either becoming slaves or losing their lives in the chaos of the world. So I wanted to teach them a skill so that they could take control of their own destiny."

"At the same time, I went to the temple to worship day after day, not asking for blessings from the gods, but only hoping to see my daughter from afar. This wait lasted for more than ten years. I gradually became disheartened and even made up my mind that if I reached the age of death, I would break into the temple at all costs, even if it meant breaking the rules of the gods and dying on the spot, just to see my daughter one last time!"

Vijay listened quietly, his heart filled with sighs.

A valiant warrior who fought half his life, spent the other half wandering in search of his family, and endured more than a decade of waiting in silence—this fatherly love is both heavy and tragic.

After a moment of silence, the anger in Tiye's chest seemed to dissipate, and he said calmly, "Today, seeing her from afar, with her graceful figure and gentle face, just like her mother, my life's wish has been fulfilled. I am but an old mortal, and should not disturb her any further!"

Full of regret, yet with a heartfelt sense of freedom, this contradiction left Vijay speechless.

Although Vijay could understand the strict religious rules of this land, he still found it difficult to fully agree with this concept.

Then there was another silence. Tiye looked at Vijay and changed the subject, his gaze carrying a hint of inquiry: "Patriarch Vijay, when we first met, I sensed the special energy circulating within you. That unique breathing technique is quite profound. I wonder if you could demonstrate it again today?"

Ah, breathing techniques.

It was from this point that Vijay realized that Thier was truly skilled, and he had been preparing to learn from him, so now was the perfect time.

Without the slightest hesitation, Vijay cleared his mind of distractions and adjusted his body according to the methods he had learned from the system, clearing his lungs of impurities and operating in a special rhythm with each breath.

In an instant, a warm current of energy flowed through his limbs and bones, making his body feel lighter and more agile. His aura became clear and transparent, and even the surrounding wind seemed to flow with him.

Tiye observed intently for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, his eyes revealing understanding: "Indeed, this is the Mind-Clearing Breathing Method, which leans towards calming the mind and refining the spirit. It can regulate internal energy, clear the mind, and also has the effect of squeezing out potential. Among many methods, it is considered a moderate and peaceful lineage."

"There are different schools of breathing techniques?" Vijay was greatly surprised to hear this.

Since he learned this technique, he only knew that it greatly improved him in battle, but he never delved into the fact that this thing had different schools of thought!

I thought it was a system innovation, and that I was the only one of its kind!

He immediately pressed on out of curiosity, "May I ask, Guru, how many categories are there in the world of breathing techniques?"

"Does Patriarch Vijay know where the breathing techniques originated?"

Tiye gathered his thoughts and began to explain slowly, while his body moved slightly, his chest rising and falling in a strange rhythm.

The next second, he raised his right hand, and a thin layer of pure white frost condensed on his palm. A chill emanated from it, and even from a distance, Vijay could clearly feel the bone-chilling cold.

This sight was almost a miracle, remarkably similar to the way Brahmanical Brahma manifests his divine power.

"I don't know!" Vijay answered honestly.

Tiye waved his hand again, and the frost slowly dissipated. He withdrew his aura and said solemnly, "This story has long been submerged by orthodoxy, and it is understandable that the patriarch is unaware of it!"

"To talk about breathing techniques, we have to start from the beginning!" Thier seemed to be very talkative, squinting his eyes as he began to reminisce.

Vijay straightened his posture and listened attentively.

This land, known as the Brahma Realm, was ruled by the gods. In ancient times, to vie for the rightful place, the gods fought against other gods and demons, shattering the universe and obliterating time and space.

"In the end, the Brahma gods won the victory and completely ruled this world, but all the gods were seriously injured, and almost none of them survived."

"Brahma demarcated a realm for this purpose, allowing the gods to rest, and thus left the realm below Brahma to his people."

"Then the bloodline of the gods and their attendants, the Brahmins, and the Kshatriyas, the two highest classes who followed the gods in their conquests, jointly took over the earth under the witness of Brahma, thus establishing the new order."

He systematically dissected the power structure of this land layer by layer: "Brahmins relied on their devout faith in the gods and received the power bestowed by the gods, using divine authority to rule over all people."

"Divine gifts are not available to everyone. In the lineage, there are always Brahmins who cannot invoke divine power."

"In order to consolidate their rule, the wise men among the Brahmins began to rely on inexhaustible resources to find a stable path for succession. Over countless years, this process gradually evolved..."

"One is faith in yoga, which is the orthodox Brahmanism. Through prayer, one dedicates one's faith to the gods, thereby receiving divine blessings and gaining divine power! To compensate for their own weakness, Brahmans who believe in yoga also recruit powerful foreign servants to become Brahma slaves to protect them."

"The second is Jnana Yoga, which abandons the one-way reliance on divine grace, and emulates the Kshatriyas by combining prayer and divine objects to temper oneself, bringing all great power into one's own body and seeking within. This is the Brahmanical left path."

"Thirdly, there is the heretical path. Those who practice this path can regard everything as a deity and connect directly with the origin of Brahma. As for what is said about this path, it is an extremely secret and no one knows it."

Vijay was deeply moved and carefully memorized these unheard-of secrets.

"And the Kshatriyas, who wield secular military power and dominate their respective regions, would naturally not be willing to be completely subservient to divine authority," Tiye continued. "Historically, there have been several Kshatriya emperors who had cultivated themselves to the level of Brahma-warrior, supreme and mighty, almost demigods, and intended to unify all city-states with supreme military force, break the existing order, completely rule the human world, and rise above the Brahmins!"

"Unfortunately, every attempt failed due to the combined suppression by the Brahmins and hostile forces..."

"After countless attempts, the losers realized that they could never transcend the constraints imposed on humanity by the gods, so some people began to explore alternative paths."

"An unknown powerhouse constantly explored the limits of the human body in desperate situations, tempering his five senses, burning his spirit and will, breaking through the shackles to reach the sixth sense, touching a realm that ordinary people could not reach. Everything in the world became clear and slow in his five senses, and his body became incomparably powerful, instantly reaching a level that surpassed Atimaharata Hero."

Upon hearing the terms "five senses" and "sixth sense," Vijay's pupils contracted sharply. A strong sense of familiarity surged through him, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "After breaking through to the sixth sense, is there a seventh sense?"

Tiye was suddenly interrupted, his face showing surprise. He shook his head with a wry smile: "I have never heard of such a feeling. It was only the disqualified Kshatriya who told me all this that once said that what he pursued in his life was nothing more than touching the Alaya consciousness!"

"Alaya-vijnana!" is another term I've heard of.

Vijay's lips twitched involuntarily as he looked at the "Five Senses" in his system. So this was what the Five Senses were.

If I add points here, can I prepare to forge a Gold Cloth and welcome my own Athena?

Pegasus Meteor Fist or Lightning Speed ​​Fist, wouldn't that make them invincible?

Ignoring the strange expression on Vijay's face, Tiya continued his narration: "The Vaishyas and Shudras were also Brahma's children, but they did not follow the gods to learn the orthodox methods of physical training, though they were also resentful."

"One day, a wise man thought that since Brahma had not left them a way, they might as well look outward! Their gaze fell on those ancient losers."

"The Asuras, who roam far from Brahma's territory and hide in the shadows, learned their techniques and fighting styles. Combining these with the fragmented body-strengthening techniques they possessed, the Breathing Technique was born!"

"Because the objects of study are different, there are countless types of breathing techniques in the world, and their effects vary."

"Some absorb energy to amplify their brute strength, enabling them to carry elephants; some circulate their qi and blood to strengthen their bodies, making them impervious to swords and spears; some increase their speed, running like lightning; and some even possess the miraculous ability to ignite the fire of heaven and earth and manipulate the surrounding elements." Tiye paused, his tone tinged with regret.

"Unfortunately, these methods were seen as a threat by the Brahmins and Kshatriyas who recognized their danger, and were continuously suppressed."

"Later, in order to quell the resistance from the lower classes, the upper classes were forced to loosen the basic body-strengthening techniques and establish a universal advancement system of apprentice warriors, regular warriors, fierce warriors, and elite warriors, which is the warrior ranking system we see today."

A lengthy explanation completely dispelled the fog surrounding the power system.

Vijay suddenly understood, and many of his doubts were resolved. He looked at Guru beside him and thought, "It's true that traveling ten thousand miles is better than reading ten thousand books!"

What Guru is saying today may not even be clear to those learned Brahmin scholars!

Vijay felt increasingly fortunate about his choice.

As Tiye spoke more and more, he became increasingly agitated. Clearly, he had been unable to find a suitable audience to express these thoughts, and they had been bottled up inside him for far too long!

Vijay respectfully offered the broth to Tiye and shared it with him.

He felt the cool liquid flowing over his skin.

After a brief pause, Vijay carefully considered his words, taking advantage of the pleasant atmosphere to cautiously yet directly ask the question that concerned him most: "Guru, what are your thoughts on Dalit?"

Unexpectedly, Thier did not show any disdain or disgust, nor was he surprised at all. He simply smiled faintly, looked at Vijay with deep eyes, and said in a calm tone, "I guessed your plans from your various actions."

Vijay chuckled awkwardly, but couldn't help clenching his hands, awaiting the verdict.

"Others say that Dalits are mud, born sinful, but I know where Dalits came from. In my opinion, strong grass can grow from mud, and gold can be hidden in sand."

"I have spent my life in the military, and I have seen the treacherousness of those in high positions as well as the simplicity and resilience of those at the bottom. Talent is never distinguished by birth; as long as one is physically strong and has a firm will, one is qualified to learn martial arts."

Guru's stance was clear, uttering the words Vijay most wanted to hear: "I am willing to teach them! Not to despise them because they are Dalits, nor to fear their filth!"

Vijay was almost moved to tears. He had never met such insightful people and such a humble person before!

Without a doubt, Tiyegul is exactly the person I want!

At this point, Vijay's anxiety was completely relieved, and he wanted to stand up and chat with Thie.

Suddenly, Tiye changed the subject, his expression turning serious, and solemnly reminded her, "It's one thing for me to be willing to teach, but this matter must be handled with utmost care!"

"The Brahmins and Kshatriyas will not want to see this! If your secret cultivation of Dalits is exposed, Mittal Village will be doomed."

This reminder was like a bucket of cold water, instantly sobering Vijay up.

He was so focused on developing combat power and discovering talent that he almost overlooked the most stringent class and theocratic rules of this land.

If the news leaks out, the entire village of Mittal may be regarded as heretics, attracting a joint attack from Brahmins and Kshatriyas!