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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 281: Birth of the Blood Seed Asura, Where the Dream Begins! (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

On the other side, Earth.

In a massive crater.

Lamba Asura collapsed to the ground, his body blue-green and overflowing with a toxic light. The fierce Poison of Kalahala, like flames, burned his body, bringing endless agony.

"It hurts so much! I'm going to die!"

"I'm not willing to accept this!"

"I must have revenge!"

Lamba Asura lay on the ground, his features twisted fiercely as he let out a painful scream.

Biting down hard, he suddenly bit his tongue tip. His sharp teeth pierced through the tongue, blood surged forth, bead by bead, as remnants of power infused into it.

The next moment, this blood burst out like a fountain.

"I must have revenge!"

Lamba Asura opened his mouth wide, howling, and his body darkened and swelled, turning into a pitch-black charcoal sculpture.

His body had already died.

But in this final moment, his despair, unwillingness, and anger surged out from his body, drilling into the pool of crimson blood.