967: Chapter 963: The Secret of the Divine Race 967: Chapter 963: The Secret of the Divine Race “Alright!
I’ll talk!
I’ll answer your questions!”
Akisha appeared to be the leader among the three monks.
He nodded and spoke heavily.
“However, before that, you foreigners must guarantee our safety!
If we disclose everything we know, you must let us go and destroy that disc!”
Akisha began to negotiate terms with Ye Tian.
Behind him, Mianna and Kashyapa immediately began clamoring!
“This won’t do!
If the Divine Race finds out, we’re done for!”
“Yes!
Brahmin monks leaking secrets about the Divine Race to foreigners—that’s a sin upon sin, punishable by falling into Avici Hell!”
Although Mianna and Kashyapa didn’t agree with Akisha’s approach, Akisha glanced at his two companions.
“Do we have a choice now?
Revealing the information to these foreigners might give us a chance to survive.
If we refuse, they can kill us, and even if they expose the disc, they can still kill us!”
Akisha’s words silenced Mianna and Kashyapa.
As Akisha pointed out, the three monks had no alternatives left…
“Very good!
Very good!”
Ye Tian smiled and nodded.
It appeared the three monks had reached a compromise.
This meant that Ye Tian could finally obtain the information he desperately wanted from these Indian monks!
The three monks, now suppressed under Ye Tian’s control, had their internal strength gradually dissipating, and the power of earth crumbled along with it.
With this, both Black Widow and Dracula no longer restrained the monks.
They released their whip and hands, letting the monks collapse powerlessly in front of Ye Tian.
Akisha, Mianna, and Kashyapa hung their heads in despair.
As Brahmin monks, they had never found themselves in such a situation before, as helpless as fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
Unwavering, Ye Tian questioned directly: “Then, my first question—what on earth was the cultivation technique you three just used with the force of nature?”
The first question Ye Tian asked wasn’t particularly difficult, and Akisha promptly answered: “The technique we three used is called the earth-wood technique.
After cultivating it, one can absorb the power of earth for their own use.
Once the power of earth is mastered proficiently, one can, as we just did, meld into the soil!”
“I see!”
Ye Tian smirked slightly, convinced that, under his pressure, the three monks dared not lie.
What they said matched almost perfectly with his deduction…
“But this is rather odd.
If this cultivation technique is named ‘earth-wood technique,’ why can it only absorb the ‘power of earth’?
Logically, shouldn’t it also be able to absorb the ‘power of wood’?”
Ye Tian asked further, and Akisha could only sigh and explain.
“Actually, the earth-wood technique is a method of cultivating the force of nature unique to India.
However, this name was passed down from ancient times!
During its transmission, certain parts of the cultivation method have been lost.
As things stand now, practicing the earth-wood technique can only absorb the power of earth, but cannot tap into the power of wood.”
Akisha’s explanation was evidently passed down from elders, with no trace of fabrication.
Hearing this, Ye Tian didn’t bother to pursue the matter further.
After all, cultivation techniques abound across the world, and lost techniques are as common as grains of sand in a river.
Why the earth-wood technique was lost, or what martial arts secrets its missing parts held, was of no relevance to Ye Tian.
He wouldn’t waste his time interrogating further.
“Second question—what is India’s true Saint Mother Festival?
How does it differ from the globally recognized version of it?
During the real Saint Mother Festival, what exactly does the Divine Race do?”
Ye Tian moved on to his second question, which was the inquiry he cared about most.
“This…”
Upon hearing this question, the three monks hesitated visibly.
This was no surprise, as Ye Tian’s question touched deeply upon classified secrets, and disclosing them to foreigners might bring unpredictable consequences.
“Speak up!”
Seeing the monks waver, Black Widow commanded sharply.
Her fierce shout compelled the monks to abandon resistance.
Akisha could only respond with shaky words: “In fact, the true Saint Mother Festival is indeed completely different from what foreigners perceive it to be.
Foreigners merely understand India’s Saint Mother Festival as a celebration with fireworks, hymns, and grand parades—like a Christian holiday!
But to Indians, the Saint Mother Festival represents suffering.
It exists not for praise but for hardship!
Indian monks, unwilling to let foreigners know this, orchestrated a fake Saint Mother Festival to present to the global audience.
Every few years, India expels all foreigners, and that is precisely to conduct the true Saint Mother Festival!
During the real festival, there are no fireworks, no celebrations, no songs, only the faithful depicting their tribulations!”
“Depicting tribulations?”
Akisha’s cryptic words left Ye Tian stunned.
What on earth did this mean?
“Master, what do you mean by ‘depicting tribulations’?
Can you explain it more clearly?
Please tell me—during the Saint Mother Festival, what precisely do Indian faithful do?”
Ye Tian pressed again, but Akisha simply shook his head in resignation.
“Honestly, this is all I know…
Even as a respected Brahmin monk within India, my understanding of the true Saint Mother Festival is limited to this brief description.
Beyond that, I truly don’t know anything.”
Akisha answered earnestly, but Black Widow and Dracula were unwilling to relent!
“How could you not know?
I think you just don’t want to say!”
“If you keep hiding things, I’ll rip your tongue out!”
Faced with Black Widow and Dracula’s menacing demeanor, Mianna and Kashyapa quickly defended their peer!
“Akisha isn’t lying.
Every time the Saint Mother Festival is held, we’re forbidden from entering the sacred inner city!”
“Yes!
During the festival, the sacred site is heavily guarded.
Monks of different ranks can only enter designated areas, and besides that, the sacred site is completely dark.
There’s nothing to see!
As Brahmin monks, we certainly wouldn’t sneak into the inner city out of curiosity!”
Ye Tian could tell from their words that Mianna and Kashyapa weren’t lying either.
This meant that, despite their status as Brahmin monks, they too were restricted when it came to certain sacred places in India.
It seemed the rumors were true—India’s hierarchy was incredibly strict, far beyond the commonly known levels of Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaishya, and Shudra…
Realizing this, Ye Tian chose not to press further about the Saint Mother Festival’s specifics.
Instead, he asked: “Then where exactly is the Saint Mother Festival held?
The sacred site you mentioned—where is it?”
Akisha answered promptly: “The sacred site refers to Varanasi.
In the hearts of Indian faithful, it is an unparalleled holy place!
The Indian Saint Mother resides within it, and thousands of devotees visit daily to worship her.
Unfortunately, they cannot see her in person!”
“Varanasi?”
Ye Tian muttered to himself.
Before coming to India, Ye Tian had perused a map of the country.
The city of Varanasi was not far from Ledo—it was also located in northeastern India.
The city’s defining feature was the Ganges River!
The Ganges was India’s sacred river.
Countless Indian devotees bathed in its waters to cleanse themselves of worldly impurities.
It seemed that, in order to locate his missing wife Yun Xinyan, Ye Tian would have to visit the city of Varanasi.
“I overheard you mentioning that the Saint Mother Festival was being held because of the death of a Divine Race member.
So, is the festival entirely centered around the death of a Divine Race figure?”
Ye Tian asked again, but Akisha shook his head.
“Not entirely.
While it’s true that the festival is deeply intertwined with the Divine Race, it isn’t solely due to their deaths!
Three years ago, the festival was held for the grand wedding in Tianmimen Palace, and seventeen years ago, it was for the birth at Longdi Luo Palace.
Only this upcoming festival is tied to the death at Longdi Luo Palace!”
“I see.”
Though Akisha couldn’t provide a full account of the Saint Mother Festival’s details, it became evident that the event had significant connections to the Indian deities.
The festival revolved around major events in the lives of the Divine Race—whether it was a wedding, a birth, a death, or a grand celebration…
In other words, all of India revolved around the Divine Race; their whims dictated everything for the people of India!
Ye Tian had no inclination to delve into how Indians venerated the Divine Race.
However, given Longdi Luo Palace’s demise, Ye Tian’s attention turned to another matter.
“By the way, the death at Longdi Luo Palace was said to be caused by the negligence of a bodyguard.
What punishment did that bodyguard receive?”
Ye Tian asked with curiosity, but his question sent shivers down the spines of the three monks…
“This…
this…”
Akisha hesitated, unsure whether he should reveal the truth to Ye Tian.
“Do you really want to know?
Knowing this—what benefit does it serve you?”
Akisha nervously asked Ye Tian, who smiled and replied, “I’m merely curious about his fate as someone whose story I’ve heard.”