Who Are You to Negotiate With Me?

"Is this really a good idea, Vishnu?"

A faint voice rang out, lingering beside the ears of the God sitting on the divine elephant.

"Don't worry. Since Earth's spiritual energy recovered, the power of mortals also contained special ability, which is enough to pose a threat to Gods. Let them weaken this Immortal of Hua first," the God on the elephant said with a smile.

He had the appearance of a human being, and he wore many gemstones. But his skin was dark purple, and he had four arms, each holding a glinting weapon. The four weapons were a hammer, a sword, a bow, and a seashell. He was Vishnu. Slowly, he raised his head and glanced at the void.

A God riding on a white cow loomed in the void as if he was at some distant place. This God had one face, three eyes, and four arms. His neck was blue, and he had a double personality—one always angry, one compassionate. He was Shiva, an Indian God on the same level as Vishnu.