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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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"!!!"

Antaka was startled in his heart.

From this blue light, he sensed an astonishing curse power.

Antaka moved instantly, spinning in the air and twisting his body to dodge a streak of blue light.

Whoosh!

At that moment, another blue light suddenly shot towards him.

A violent gust attacked, bursting with loud noises, instantly scattering the blindfold in front of Antaka's eyes.

Antaka's eyes snapped open.

Whoosh!

Darkness fell, the sky dimmed, as if a black hole suddenly appeared!

The incoming blue light didn't last a moment but was instantly swallowed by the darkness.

"It's you!"

It's you! It's you! It's you!

A voice of shock and anger suddenly emanated from the Heavenly Emperor's Temple.

The voice was majestic and resounding, continuing unceasingly, echoing layer upon layer throughout the entire Heavenly Realm, forming echoes again and again.

Antaka slowly closed his eyes.

With his arms crossed, he grasped the blood-red blindfold, facing the strong wind rippling.