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Indian Mythology: the Heavenly Emperor is not working today

In Indian mythology, the Three Aspects Deity suppressed the current age. Many Immortals cursed all the gods. Asuras, after millennia of arduous cultivation, would always attack the Heavenly Realm and beat up the Heavenly Emperor upon receiving a boon. "Arduous cultivation, receiving boons, beating up the Heavenly Emperor, why is Indian mythology always like this? I'm the one who gets beaten and suffers; I quit!" Indra, who had reincarnated as the Heavenly Emperor, was furious. And so... "Whoever loves being the Heavenly Emperor, be my guest; I'm not going to work!" Indra said. "Hey, hey, hey, the script isn't supposed to go like this," the Destroyer God Shiva said, full of question marks. "You've performed great meritorious deeds in the past. This position of the Heavenly Emperor is rightfully yours. If not, there will be chaos in the world!" the Protector God Vishnu said anxiously. "No, Heavenly Emperor, I'll give you a boon. Go quickly and beat up the Asura!" the Creator God Brahma spoke thus.

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Chapter 417: Go find Indra, he is the invincible one in the world! (Asking for monthly tickets!)

At this moment, Sindura raised both hands.

His arms were vibrant red, as red as cinnabar. When he slowly clenched his fingers, the robust strength of his wrists erupted, causing the muscles in his crimson arms to bulge out immediately, like numerous entwined Nagas.

Swish!

Brahma's pupils shrank, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of terror.

This person actually dared to make a move against him!

"!!!"

Sarasvatidevi's brows furrowed and eyes widened in scolding as she looked at Sindura, her surprise mixed with anger as she rebuked.

"Sindura!"

Sindura! Sindura! Sindura!

Her voice, previously gentle like a warm spring, turned sharp, like ice colliding in the abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

"How can you treat your father like this!"

Sarasvatidevi rebuked.

Upon hearing this, Sindura looked at his mother and spoke.

"Mother!"

"A father is a child's teacher. Since father has given me such power, he must also allow me to apply it."

Sindura said coldly.