Chapter 2524 The 3rd Clan
Bharata.
Indra returned from the moon, and this trip seemed to have smoothed out all the tiny thorns on his body.
His aura was even deeper, and even his silence carried an astonishingly profound presence.
He brought back not only the cold starlight, but also a wisp of Samael's power, a dark darkness blessed by taboo, like a slow breath in his shadow.
Gao Changkong's rebellion and departure is just another page on the calendar.
Indra had already written this day into a footnote; it's best to just move on.
He didn't care about Gao Changkong, because in his view, fate was predetermined.
What Gao Changkong didn't know was that from the very first day he chose to join Bharata, Indra knew that Gao Changkong would one day betray him.
Although he was farsighted and could see the future but not the present, it did not affect his indifference towards Gao Changkong.
Since fate is inevitable, let's just go with the flow.
His gaze never lingered on the dispersal for too long, because he was always concerned with the next territory.
Indra descended into the world beneath the earth, directly beneath the Bahowar temple, the highest holy site in Bharata, which had been worshipped by all of Bharata for countless ages.
In this country where the entire population believes in religion, it now seems that their faith is indeed inevitable, rather than superstitious.
The underground world is like an inverted greenhouse, with dampness creeping up from the insteps to the shoulders.
The ancient trees here did not become fossils, but continued to grow. Their trunks were wider than city walls, and their roots crisscrossed the cave ceiling, stitching the stone dome into a dense network.
The sky wasn't actually the sky, but a thin, phosphorescent mist. Green light seeped evenly from the mist, giving every outline a pool-like sheen.
This wasn't Indra's first time here.
The last time was at the beginning of the apocalypse, when he underwent the Trial of the Three Gods. It was here that he gained even greater power.
Indra wore a solemn robe, and his magnificent clothes, fair skin, and angular face all indicated his Brahmin identity.
He traversed the mist and damp jungle, passed through towering ancient trees, reached out and brushed aside a banana leaf, and what appeared before him was an enormous underground sea!
This is an ancient sea rich in mineral salts and microorganisms.
The water is murky but not polluted, milky white with a hint of blue, and when it ripples gently, it emits tiny phosphorescent sparkles, as if the night has been ground into powder.
The sea was so still that it made one think the whole world was holding its breath.
A circle appears in the heart of the sea.
"Crash-"
First came the surging, then a huge shadow gradually emerged from beneath the sea.
Three enormous heads burst from the water, their scales rubbing against each other with a low, metallic sound.
And these three heads were actually connected to the same body!
A gigantic, eerie green serpent, half of its body submerged in seawater, looked down at Indra, who had arrived there.
Each of its heads has a completely different pair of eyes.
The left pupil is like the rising sun, warm and bright;
The center resembles the cold crystal of a dead star, clear yet merciless;
The right side resembles a flame about to ignite, with a dark red hue flowing through it.
The three-headed serpent slowly coiled in the sea, its body undulating between milky white and turquoise.
Water slid down its scales in a fan shape, creating a light drizzle.
It doesn't need to identify itself; the myth of Bharata has already provided its prototype.
The shadows of the Triune God merged into one within it; creation, preservation, and destruction were housed within its three heads.
These are the gods of Bharata, whom they have worshipped for countless ages. They are the guardian angels of humanity, the three-headed serpent clan!
Indra stopped on the shore, his robes fluttering lightly in the tide.
He wore a smile often seen in period dramas, a smile that was both comforting and announcing.
He clasped his hands together and bowed his head in a gesture of reverence: "Greetings to the great Vishnu!"
Vishnu is the title of one of the three chief leaders of the three-headed tribe.
Alongside them are the well-known Shiva and Brahma.
Vishnu's three heads gazed down, and his voice seemed to rise from a resonant cavity at the bottom of the sea.
"Brahma people, your loyalty has been acknowledged. When the world is turned upside down, the three-headed tribe will protect you."
Indra lowered his hands, standing very straight: "I heard the promise, and I cherish it. But I come with a clearer prophecy. The future is not a one-way appeal for help, but a two-way connection. Bharata seeks your protection, and you need us in return."
Upon hearing Indra's words, Vishnu's three heads revealed distinctly different lights in their eyes.
He turned his head slightly to the left, as if he were looking him over.
A wisp of white mist was exhaled from the right side, landing on the sea surface, and the mist spread out along the ripples.
The voice from the center didn't blink: "It seems you've gained extraordinary power on the moon."
In the past, how dare Indra speak to him like that?
Humanity, the race they nurtured, is as insignificant as dust before them.
Vishnu always held Indra in high regard, and it was under his careful selection that Indra became the representative of the Bharata clan.
However, it seems that the guy he promoted is no longer so obedient and sensible.
"It's just a small gift from fate."
Indra took a step forward, his boots sinking gently into the moss and fine sand: "After Earth unfolds, the wrinkles of the old era will be smoothed out, and all the kingdoms buried in the crevices of the planet will make their appearance."
Even a powerful clan like the Three-Headed Clan cannot guarantee its survival in this era.
He raised his eyes, his tone as gentle as ever: "And we, the six generations of the Bharata Kingdom, are willing to sincerely join hands with the Triads to overcome these difficult times together."
The three heads moved gently, and the huge shadow folded into three pieces on the sea of milk.
Vishnu spoke, his voice thin: "You are asking for a contract, not protection."
"Yes."
Indra nodded, “I will not place the Bharatas at the feet of the idols; I will place us beside you. We will repair the sacrificial altars and rebuild the gates leading to the earth. Correspondingly, when war comes, we will fight side by side!”
The right side of Vishnu's head emitted a very faint laugh, like a stone rolling underwater: "You are allocating the future."
"I am stitching together the future." Indra's smile became even more serene.
“You are the deep sea of the old era, and we are the shallows of the new era. For the tides to rise and fall, there must be two ends.”
The eyes of the central head suddenly dimmed slightly: "Your companions have already abandoned you. Your city will crumble because of the people's abandonment. What guarantees that your words will still be credible tomorrow?"
Indra's eyes flickered; Vishnu was subtly pointing him out.
Of course, Di Shitian would not forget that it was the Three-Headed Clan that deliberately supported Gao Changkong, simply because they sensed his disloyalty and wanted to keep him in check.
Unfortunately, Gao Changkong had calculated everything, but he hadn't foreseen fate's arrangements. In the end, the ambush on the moon failed.
