Narada Muni's figure flickered.
Whoosh!
In an instant, he appeared in the wilderness of the Earth, standing still in contemplation.
"The Supreme Lord's task might be impossible to complete now!"
"What should I do?"
Narada Muni's smile was stiff and he was greatly distressed, lost in thought.
He had come full of confidence, but not much time had passed before he was returning in defeat. Even if the Supreme Lord did not blame him, he would not be satisfied.
"I have to think of a way!"
"Ultimately, this is all because of Shachi's blessing!"
"A thousand years!"
"Is Indra to remain in the Earth for a thousand years?"
Narada Muni frowned, pondering deeply.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As he was deep in thought,
Suddenly, the sound of blades cutting through the air arose sharply, and spears flew towards him, pinning around Narada Muni, forming an iron-barred window of a prison, trapping him within.
What?!
Narada Muni's eyes widened as he clutched his Vina closely.