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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 54: The Third Party Deterrence, the Mortal Realm Cannot Lose the Heavenly Emperor (Please Follow)

"Who's there!"

In an instant, a terrifying figure with golden eyes descended, appearing before Narada Muni.

With a fierce grasp, his large hand snatched.

His grip was tyrannical, like the very lock of heaven, firmly clamping onto Narada Muni's arm.

Jīnchuáng!

Fear gripped Narada Muni's heart.

The curse from Daksha allowed him to go anywhere unimpeded, but if his body was touched by someone else as he attempted to leave the Heavenly Realm, he would also take the Jīnchuáng with him.

Swish!

In Jīnchuáng's right hand, a flash of light materialized and a Great Hammer appeared, raised aloft.

The dark shadow of the hammer was extremely terrifying.

"Don't be reckless!"

"I am an Immortal, if you kill an Immortal, it is a great sin of slaying Brahma!"

"Slaying Brahma sin, ah!"

Narada Muni shrunk his neck as he spoke, his left hand materializing a golden kettle filled with violently undulating Ganges Water, his right hand reaching inside, ready to splash it out.