Within the golden glow of the Vishnu Stambha's first tier, Virat Singh sat cross-legged, the prana of the sacred chamber swirling around him. The **Nava Shakti Samgraha Vidya** coursed through his restored nadi, guiding the energy of heaven and earth to his dantian. As he formed the intricate seals, a faint outline began to take shape in his sea of consciousness—a radiant, ethereal form pulsing with divine power.
Virat's heart raced. "What will this Shakti Roopa be? A deva? A beast? Let it be mighty, so I can crush my enemies!"
He focused, calming his mind, and continued channeling the technique. The form grew clearer, its silhouette sharpening. First, a blazing tail of fire emerged, then a powerful torso wreathed in light. Limbs of pure energy formed, adorned with shimmering armor, and finally, a head crowned with a fiery halo. Countless sparks danced across its surface, like stars in a cosmic mandala.
Time blurred in the temple's time-dilated space. At last, the form solidified—a majestic figure, towering and radiant, its eyes blazing with the fury of a thousand suns. It wielded a trident crackling with divine energy, its presence both serene and terrifying.
A roar echoed in Virat's mind, shaking his core. The figure turned its gaze upon him, and a beam of light shot from its eyes, piercing his brow. Pain surged, then faded, leaving behind a flood of knowledge.
**Surya Narayana Shakti**—the Divine Solar Embodiment. This Shakti Roopa was no mere deva or beast but a manifestation of the sun god's cosmic power, capable of incinerating all obstacles. Its abilities were vast, but Virat's current strength limited him to two:
First, the **Surya Agni Devour**, allowing him to absorb thirty percent of an enemy's prana upon defeating them, provided he struck the final blow. This prana would fuel his cultivation, hastening his ascent.
Second, the **Surya Vihangam Wings**, conjuring radiant wings of solar flame. With these, he could soar through the skies, a feat reserved for masters of the **Atma Siddhi Realm**, far beyond his current Deha Siddhi stage.
Virat's eyes gleamed with excitement. "With these, I can hunt my enemies and rise faster than any disciple in Bharatavarsha!" He vowed never to harm the innocent, but Rohan Dev, the Maha Guru, and the Chandra Vihar Ashram would face his wrath.
He stood, focusing inward. With a thought, golden wings of flame erupted from his back, illuminating the chamber. He leaped, gliding effortlessly, the wings responding as if part of him. Landing, he tested the devouring ability, channeling prana into his palm. A faint vortex formed, hungry for energy, though it needed a foe to prove its might.
"Surya Narayana Shakti," he whispered, gazing at the kamandalu where the three orbs still glowed. "You are my strength. Rohan Dev, your cruelty in the Kali Van will be your undoing. Maha Guru, your betrayal will burn. Acharya, your silence will cost you."
Far from the Vishnu Stambha, in the Chandra Vihar Ashram, whispers spread of a grand tournament in Suryanagar, hosted by the great ashrams of Bharatavarsha. The top hundred disciples would earn places in prestigious sanctuaries, and the top ten could choose their path. Rohan Dev, now a favored disciple of the Maha Guru, smirked as he received a **Prana Vardhan Elixir** from his master, meant to push him to the **Atma Bindu Stage** before the event.
"We leave in half a month," the Maha Guru said, sipping herbal tea. "The journey to Suryanagar takes ten days by Vayu Garuda. Prove yourself, Rohan, and our ashram's name will rise."
Rohan bowed, his mind already plotting. "I'll crush all rivals, Master. And if that worm Virat somehow survived the Kali Van, I'll end him for good."
Back in the Vishnu Stambha, Virat felt the weight of his new power. The Surya Narayana Shakti was only the beginning. The Divya Mani in his heart pulsed, as if urging him onward. He sat again, circulating the Nava Shakti Samgraha Vidya, determined to master his Shakti Roopa before emerging from the temple.
The Kali Van awaited, and beyond it, Suryanagar. There, he would face his enemies—not as a broken outcast, but as the inheritor of a cosmic legacy, destined to shatter the heavens themselves.