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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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"Let's name him!"

Prince Ira said.

Buddha paused thoughtfully.

"This is Mount Buluo!"

"Facing so many formidable enemies at birth, he will surely become a warrior. Let's call him Buluoluo Posha!"

"Yes!"

"The warrior born of Mount Buluo, Buluoluo Posha!"

Buddha said solemnly.

Having said that, he leaped into the air, charging towards the surging golden-armored soldiers.

...

City of Anjia.

Udoma stood atop the high platform of the Divine Temple, his hair slightly gray, his hands full of wrinkles tightly grasping a cane.

He tilted his head to listen, turning towards the direction outside the city.

Faintly, countless cries of battle, the clashing of chariots, the ping-pong of spears, the cracking sounds of necks snatched by ropes, and the explosive sound of blazing flames were incessant in his ears.

Bang bang bang!

Udoma's cane hammered urgently on the marble slab.

Sweat also flowed nonstop down his furrowed brow.