Wutian's departure did not actually affect Bai Yang's continued observation of the people in this realm.
Even though Buddhism, or rather the Demon Buddha, would inevitably expand within this country, such an expansion was never limited to just one path.
This country was simply too vast. Unlike Arica, where the population was purely concentrated in urban areas while rural regions remained sparsely populated, India cramd a full 1.5 billion people into a landmass of just three million square kiloters. The population density was nothing short of astonishing!
Moreover, the quality of The Faithful on this land was exceptionally pure. Although they were ignorant, uneducated, and chaotic, they were undeniably and incredibly devout.
This devotion stemd from thousands of years of taming and indoctrination, rooted in the deep-seated humility and perceived inferiority within their very bones. However, as long as sothing was part of a culture, it would take root in the hearts of its people. Therefore, this place naturally deserved more than just a single Divine Faith!
"The population of this country is enough to support multiple different sects. Their current uniformity is still a bit too urbanized!" Bai Yang remarked casually.
He had no intention of giving up the massive population of Hinduism, but he was still determined to destroy the fulcrum in these people's hearts. He wanted to drag the high-tier Divine Faith of those Brahmins down into the mortal dust. He was going to force a complete reboot of Divine Faith within this realm!
He did not believe that the system in this realm was right. He was deeply disgusted by this cruel, almost barbaric class distribution system. This exploitative Divine Faith harbored far too much toxicity.
What he needed was a healthy Divine Faith, Wish Power that he could genuinely put to use. Because of this, he was going to transform this realm using his own thods!
Wutian was one of his thods of transformation. This inherently lawless Demon Buddha would grow and gather The Faithful here, but he would not settle down in this place. The entity's true destination was the current pure land of Buddhism—the various nations of Southeast Asia.
After all, if Wutian didn't pick a fight with the Buddha, would he still be Wutian?
However, that was a matter for later.
Besides, as the ancestral ho of Buddhism, it would be far too boring if there were no monks here at all.
But right now, Bai Yang suddenly realized that the Family before his eyes did not seem to be the kind of spineless Family lacking fighting spirit that he had assud them to be. Nor were they purely numb bottom-feeders.
On the contrary, this Family possessed the will to fight!
After finishing the grueso task of separating the Corpse, the Family sent the Corpse back, exchanging it for three hundred rupees to buy their food for the day.
Then, after eating the largest portion of the food, Jia Li Moore Kovind made an excuse about going out to find work and hurriedly left the house.
Only then could Bai Yang sense the anger, dissatisfaction, and Hatred burning within his heart!
"Father... I had no choice, I have to support the Family... Please forgive . I have borne your Sin, so you will definitely be able to reincarnate as a Brahmin! I hope you watch over !"
His low, murmured prayers echoed in Bai Yang's ears, giving the deity a general understanding of the man's thoughts.
The information about this man appeared in Bai Yang's eyes, giving him a much deeper appreciation for the complexities of this world:
Jia Li was a Dalit, and so was his father. However, the difference was that Jia Li was an educated Dalit.
It had been the best of tis in Kolkata. Back then, to prove to the international community that they had truly abolished the caste system, they specifically opened schools and factories for Dalits. It was a show put on to let other nations believe they had successfully reford.
It was through this rare opportunity that Jia Li attended school for two years, acquiring an education that was practically unheard of among Dalits. He had even genuinely believed for a ti that he had a chance to transcend his social class...
Unfortunately, the tuition his parents had desperately scraped together, and his own desperate studying, only earned him a brutal beating and an identity replacent form.
The excellent grades he achieved beca a stepping stone for the principal to make a deal with a Brahmin Family. He didn't even receive any compensation—only imprisonnt and severe beatings from the Family mbers.
Those people used this thod to warn him not to resist and not to expose the truth. He could only endure it in silence.
Soone even told him that this was a blessing. If he hadn't been smart enough, everyone in his Family would have long since beco Corpses floating in the Ganges River.
He went to the Police station, exchanging humiliating groveling and a signed agreent for the lives of his Family. But even so, their house was seized, and his Family was driven out of the area.
As a result, this man, who once harbored dreams of a different life, lost all the light in his world and beca just another resident of the Slums in Kolkata.
He no longer dread of changing his identity or going abroad. He only thought about surviving. As long as he could see his parents off peacefully at the end of their lives, and then et his own end, rely staying alive was enough!
After all, the suffering was only for this lifeti. Surely, there wouldn't be any in the next life, right?
Did Dalits truly hold unquestioning faith in Hinduism, in Lord Shiva, and in the afterlife?
In reality, the essence of it was that aside from believing, what else could they do?
They could only believe. They had to believe. With faith, there was still a sliver of hope; without it, they truly had nothing left!
Just like at this very mont, with this dark-skinned, dull-eyed man. Jia Li felt extre Hatred in his heart. In fact, the mont he found out the news, he had wanted nothing more than to chop those people into pieces!
That was his old man! He had spent so much money just to barely get his father's Corpse into that crematorium, all because he wanted him to have a dignified end.
As a Dalit, he had literally bankrupted his entire Family to achieve this, to the point where they couldn't even afford food for the day.
But now, everything he had done turned into an illusion in front of his father's Corpse. The cruel reality was telling him that no matter how much he prepared, simply because he was a Dalit, those people dared to pull a bait-and-switch right under his nose!
Those damned Shudras had even lied to him, claiming it was an evil spirit at work. It was glaringly obvious that they just wanted to squeeze the very last drop of money from his entire Family!
Those blasted Vaishyas knew full well it was a Corpse, yet they still bought it. They were committing Blasphemy against the gods!
These rchants had even used trucks to transport the Corpse to a factory. If he hadn't been completely broke and forced to go look for a Corpse to work on in exchange for money, he might have never discovered the truth.
'I can't cry, I can't get angry, I can't speak out to take revenge, and I can't tell anyone about this!' he told himself.
Because if he spoke, acted, or even just thought about it with a resentful expression on his face, it would be unacceptable!
They were Dalits. They were forbidden from having any rebellious thoughts against high-caste individuals. Thinking about it was forbidden; even the thought itself was a Sin!
If those people had even the slightest sliver of suspicion, Jia Li's entire Family would be slaughtered. That was the harsh truth Jia Li had realized in his childhood when people showed up at his door and threatened him with blades.
Those Brahmins wouldn't care about your grievances. They would murder your whole Family simply because you were untouchables!
Jia Li ran all the way to the banks of the Ganges River and plunged headfirst into the water. Only within the waters of the Ganges could he cry, wipe away his tears, and vent his emotions just a little.
The Ganges in October wasn't exactly bone-chillingly cold, but it certainly wasn't warm either. Even in Kolkata, Jia Li shivered uncontrollably from the cold.
To onlookers, he looked like an incredibly Devout Believer. After all, only such extre devotion could allow soone to endure such suffering.
But Jia Li himself knew perfectly well that it wasn't devotion—it was Hatred!
He used the scent of the Ganges water, that foul and complex stench, to keep his mind impeccably clear.
Why did he have to suppress his emotions? Why did he have to conceal his movents? Because he truly wanted to take his revenge!
He had gone to school, and he knew right from wrong. He wasn't emotionally dead like the other Dalits. That was why he was planning to make his move tonight!
Thus, under the watchful eyes of many people by the riverbank, Jia Li continued walking deeper into the water until it completely subrged his body, and he never resurfaced.
The people by the river didn't look closely at him either; they rely glanced over before lowering their heads again.
It was just another person who had gone mad from soaking in the Ganges. They figured it wouldn't be long before another fresh Corpse was seen floating on the river's surface.
Little did anyone know, he had already grabbed a sharpened bone knife and swam out underwater, silently coming ashore at a spot only he knew.
The revenge of those at the bottom was just that simple and brutal. Since he couldn't afford to expose his identity, his retaliation would be even more direct.
Watching the man's actions, Alvin, who was standing by the river next to Bai Yang, sighed in admiration. "With such a mindset and intellect, if he were in any other country, he might have succeeded long ago. But in this realm, he is still the lowest of the low."
Bai Yang nodded slightly. "Indeed. That's the surreal part of it all. He deliberately searched for an opportunity to take revenge, going so far as to bury himself in the water just to prove he didn't have the ti to retaliate... But little does he know, those people have already shown up at his house!"
Through Bai Yang's eyes, he could clearly see that Jia Li's house had already been surrounded by a group of n ard with knives.
The man leading them was the very sa person who had extorted their Family earlier that day, leading a group primarily made up of crematorium workers.
These n were gathered around, listening to soone speak. "This Dalit Family has six people in total, both n and won. They perfectly et the requirents we need for Corpses!"
"Five hundred dollars for a single Corpse! That's the price given by international buyers. As long as we kill them, all this money will be ours!"
"They're just a bunch of Dalits. No one will ever know about this!"
Hearing those words, a dark gleam flashed in the eyes of everyone present!
It was the Light of sheer greed!
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