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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 302: Rati's Curse, The Moon Bell Maternal Incarnation! (Requesting Monthly Tickets!) - Part 2

"I, I..."

Rati quickly brought her hands together in prayer, kneeling down with a thud, her heart instantly filled with regret.

Seeing this, Vishnu's eyes shimmered.

He smiled gently, his voice like a soothing breeze, speaking slowly.

"Worry not, there is nothing in this world that can separate Mahadeva and Parvati, just as primal man and primal matter, their union and separation drive the world forward, it is the sacred Lila."

Rati's eyes sparkled as she looked at Vishnu, listening to the words of the Protector God.

"Praise Narayana!"

Rati slowly stood up.

She brought her hands together at her forehead in a gesture of respect to Mahadeva and his consort, then raised her right hand, looking towards Shiva.

"Merciful Mahadeva!"

"Your separation is only temporary!"

Golden light flowed from the palm of Rati's right hand, modifying the curse of separation.

The next moment, she turned to Parvati.

"Lady Master!"