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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.

Dead three two one · Fantasi Timur
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613 Chs

Chapter 397: Asura Breaks In, Shoot Him! (Vote for monthly ticket!)

Soma held the golden egg.

At this moment, his eyes sparkled, as if he were looking at his own son, or perhaps even more intimately than that.

"Finally succeeded!"

Soma shouted excitedly.

After speaking, he cradled the golden egg in his arms and glanced at the Maya Firmament.

He couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile and transformed into a streak of light, zipping back into Vighna.

The Devas also showed expressions of surprised delight.

"Praise Jyeshta!"

"Praise Jyeshta!"

"Praise Jyeshta!"

...

Surya and the others looked toward Jyeshta, pressing their hands together in a sign of devout praise, then immediately transformed into divine light and shot away.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the Devas returned to the temple.

"I'm ready!"

Fire God Agni's eyes were blazing, and it seemed like flames were burning within his gaze. At the tips of his large fingers, a cluster of flames rose.

He was ready!