"Burning Ash" felt his heart stir.
But still, he was uncertain. He raised his hands and with his index finger lightly traced in front of his chest, continuing, "Even so, my power is still not enough!"
"Lianmu" stepped up to his side, leaning in close to "Burning Ash's" ear.
"Have you forgotten?"
"The ritual of the Su Jieluo is about to complete!"
With a sharp gesture, "Lianmu" pointed fiercely.
Swish!
"Burning Ash" followed the direction of "Lianmu's" arm and saw that amid the eternal glow of the Golden City, a ball of golden fire soared upward.
"Hum—Praise Mahadeva!"
"Hum—Praise the Three-Eyed God!"
"Hum—Praise the Blue-Throated Supreme, praise the God of Gods!"
The altar towered, square on all sides.
Sukhacara stood atop the altar, casting the water from a golden jug into the flames. As he did so, countless ascetics below, with their hands clasped in prayer, faces devout, praised in unison.
In this Eternal City, to praise the Supreme Lord was a sublime bliss!
