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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 231: The Death of Popiwen, the Artisan God's Completion Reward! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

Crack!

The [Awosuoxi] War Mace trembled violently.

A series of web-like cracks followed, dense and numerous, instantly covering the entire Divine Staff.

Terrifying fluctuations erupted continuously from the cracks in the staff, with forces such as earth, fire, wind, and water shooting out like lightning in all directions.

Whoosh!

Popiwen's eyes widened, his mouth agape, incredulously watching the scene unfold.

Boom!

The entire Divine Staff exploded with a thunderous blast, shattering into countless pieces and scattering in all directions.

The black light faded!

A beam of golden light drifted out from the [Awosuoxi] War Mace, within which the Mysterious Wheel of Sight spun, like a circling Sun God Wheel, flying off into the distance.

The Mysterious Wheel of Sight moved through space and swiftly landed on the fingertip.

Vishnu smiled.

On his fingertip, the Mysterious Wheel of Sight spun rapidly, its serrated edges turning, shimmering with beautiful sparks.