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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 75: Regretting Past Decisions, I Also Have a Question (Additional Release, Seeking Monthly Pass)

"Since you delight in beguiling others, and flee the battlefield at critical moments, I curse you!"

"Narada!"

"Whenever you try to beguile or seduce others, your words will not reach their ears; no being will hear a single word you say!"

Indra's voice was like thunder, echoing throughout Vighna.

Boom!

Rumble rumble!

The thunderclouds rolled!

Narada Muni's face was a picture of shock as he opened his mouth abruptly.

For a moment, the eyes of the Three Aspects Deity, Lady Master, Devas, and Immortals shifted between the stern face of the Heavenly Emperor and the horrified expression of Narada.

Garuda hid far behind a corner pillar in Vighna.

Not daring to approach.

At this moment, his face was also full of fear and dread. He subconsciously shrank his neck and clamped his wings, feeling a mixture of terror and relief, as if recalling some past event and congratulating himself for not rashly approaching this time.