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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 · 玄幻
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Chapter 336: The Ceremony is Complete, I Am Here to Guard the Heavenly Realm with My Vajra Body! (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

Indra's brow furrowed slightly, and he brought his hands together in prayer.

He flashed a brilliant smile and said, "Everything in this world is the Three Aspects Deity, and all things are under the protection of the Three Aspects Deity, the Sacred Thread is the representative of this power!"

"Kashigyakya!"

"Feel this power!"

"Let the glory of the three Supreme Lords descend and transform into this Sacred Thread!"

Indra spoke.

If he couldn't resolve it himself, then leave it to the Three Aspects Deity!

They are the professionals!

As soon as his words fell, Shiva smiled slightly; he slowly raised his right hand, and a strand of golden brilliance fell from the palm.

"As you wish!"

Shiva said.

Inside Vighna.

"As you wish!"

Vishnu slowly sat up from lying on his side, smiling as he raised a robust arm; a golden radiance also emerged from the snowy white palm.

Shwoosh!

In Brahmaloka.