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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 · Oriental
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In Vighna.

A high platform had already been constructed, surrounded by rows of steps on all sides, with a sacrificial pit at the very top.

Fierce flames roared, illuminating the surroundings with their firelight.

The Ritual Master Immortal was currently immersed in arduous penance, and the role of sacrificial deity was being substituted by the Fire God Agni.

"These pure foods cannot be enjoyed by us alone, they must be offered to the three Supreme Lords!"

Indra said.

As his words fell, he stepped forward, prompting movement among the multitude of Devas.

Indra's body gradually enlarged, displaying his supreme form, his eyes like the sun, his body golden like butter burning within flames, resplendently shining and descending into the Milk Sea.

He slowly approached the demonic sacrificial offerings, his Divine Cleaver swinging in his hand.

Crack!

The dried soil shells cracked apart, countless bits of dirt falling deep into the Milk Sea.