Indian Mythology: the Heavenly Emperor is not working today Chapter 61 - 61 61 The Time Has Come the Death of Jīnchuáng

61: Chapter 61: The Ti Has Co, the Death of Jīnchuáng (Please Follow) 61: Chapter 61: The Ti Has Co, the Death of Jīnchuáng (Please Follow) Swish!

As the lingering echo continued to reverberate, the gazes of all gods and great sages turned, falling upon Surya.

So were surprised, so puzzled, so curious, their expressions varied.

Surya was perplexed and imdiately stunned.

Why call on him at this ti?

What help could he possibly offer now?

Yet under the gaze of all the gods, he still forced a calm deanor, puffed out his chest, raised his right hand horizontally, holding up his golden robes, looking full of dignity.

“Surya!”

“The blessing of Jīnchuáng is immortality during the day and at night, neither inside nor outside, not by the hand of humans, gods, demons, or any of a myriad of spirits.”

“We need you now!”

Brahma’s voice spoke.

Upon hearing this, the gods’ gazes focused.

Now was indeed the ti when they needed Surya.

They brought their hands together, praising him one after another.

“Praise Sun God Surya!”

“Praise Surya!

Exalt the Sun!”

…

Hearing this, Surya’s eyebrows rose, and the golden light radiating from his divine body beca even more dazzling and blinding, causing the surrounding gods to quickly turn their heads away.

He began to laugh.

“Excellent!”

“Let bring the sunset for Jīnchuáng’s final monts!”

Sun God Surya laughed, looking up and spreading his hands as he spoke slowly.

The next mont, he stood sideways and called out.

“Aruna!”

Crack!

Reins dancing, steeds galloping, the God of Dawn, Aruna, driving the Sun God Chariot, ca hurtling with radiant warmth.

Surya leaped up, jumping onto the Divine Chariot and headed straight for the sky.

Swish!

He urged the divine steeds on, entering the Heavenly Realm with the greatest speed.

Dawn approached.

At this mont, the God of Dawn, Aruna, suddenly turned his head to look at his lord, Surya.

“You just ntioned bringing sunset; shall we still keep running?”

Aruna inquired.

Surya frowned slightly, his gaze shifting subtly.

If they continued to race until sunset, it would take too long, and any mishap would be too dangerous.

Better to stay put.

“No need!”

“The dawn of us gods is the sunset of Jīnchuáng.

This mont is sufficient.”

Sun God Surya said with a smile.

Realization dawned on Aruna, who quickly tightened the reins, bringing the Sun God Chariot to a halt.

Swish!

At that instant, slivers of dawn’s early light began to glimr in the distant sky.

The mont had arrived!

Within the palace of the Heavenly Realm, Indra glanced around, only to see that his surroundings were in ruins, without a door in sight.

“Hahaha!”

“You cannot kill , even now at dawn, I won’t die inside or outside, hehe!”

Jīnchuáng gritted his teeth, squeezing out laughs of cold ridicule.

His legs trembling, he resolutely withstood the heavy foot of Narasimha upon him, and astonishingly stood up once more.

“Is it your turn to speak?”

“Stay down!”

Indra swung his mighty hand, the Golden Armor resurfaced, and a bright aquamarine toxin light burst forth, striking Jīnchuáng.

Ah!

Jīnchuáng’s eyes widened, and he let out a cry of pain, once again pressed down.

“No way!”

“A door is so easy to make, he couldn’t really think there is no solution, could he?”

Indra chuckled lightly, quickly shifting form.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Golden light appeared, and weapons flew out from his body, instantly assembling together.

The Dry Lightning and Moist Lightning served as the doorfras, the Vajra Pestle as the threshold, and Indra’s Bow, radiating with rainbow light, was placed atop the door.

In the blink of an eye, a door made of Divine Weapons, emitting Divine Light, was erected there.

Narasimha looked at this Divine Weapon door, a flash of brilliance in his eyes, nodding in approval.

The wisdom of the Heavenly Emperor indeed!

The door is neither indoors nor outdoors!

Narasimha’s figure instantly shrank, returning to his original form.

Huh!

Huh!

Huh!

Jīnchuáng knelt on one knee, hands bracing against the ground, his sweat flowing endlessly, gasping for breath.

Though immortal, his strength was not infinite, and after consecutive defenses, he finally had exhausted his power and was overwheld with fatigue.

At that mont, Jīnchuáng suddenly felt a release of pressure from his back.

He jerked his head up.

Narasimha’s mane flew wildly, his fangs flashed, and his beastly pupils radiated a bloodthirsty aura.

With a movent of his arms, he fiercely grabbed Jīnchuáng, lifting him high up and striding towards the gates of the Divine Weapon.

“I am neither a Deva, an Asura, a Yaksha, a Rakshasa, nor a human!”

“This mont is dawn, neither day nor night!”

As Narasimha spoke, he carried Jīnchuáng to the front of the gates of the Divine Weapon.

Indra planted the Divine Spear ‘Amogha’ into the ground, leaning on it with arms crossed, watching the scene with a playful gaze.

A thought suddenly struck him.

He sensed his own Power of Asceticism.

Having slept for a thousand years, plus the Power of Asceticism he had accumulated before, he should have close to two thousand years’ worth of it.

All he did was forge an additional layer of Golden Armor, receiving the blessing that made him impervious to weapons.

Logically speaking, he should have about a thousand years of the Power of Asceticism left.

But now, sensing it, he had only six hundred years left.

Hmm?!

Indra blinked, his gaze hardened, sensing where the Power of Asceticism had gone.

Quickly, his sense fell upon the Divine Armor.

Specifically, the second layer of Golden Armor!

“Did my second layer of Divine Armor consu more than a thousand years of the Power of Asceticism?!”

“But one thousand four hundred years of it!”

Indra felt a stir within.

In his senses, this second layer of armor—blessed with the power not to be hard by weapons—had consud nearly one thousand four hundred years of his asceticism.

“The higher the demands of the blessing, the more Power of Asceticism it consus!”

“But it’s alright!”

“There’s still lots of ti in the future!”

As long as the Asura King Jīnchuáng dies, the Asuras will surely be headless and quiet for a while.

He would have more ti to practice asceticism!

Indra smiled, not particularly worried.

Now that he had killed two Kings of Asura, there shouldn’t be any Asura King foolish enough to co out and cause trouble, right?

Right?!

Indra shook his head with a smile, tossing the thought aside, and then looked over, casting his gaze towards Narasimha and Jīnchuáng.

By now, Jīnchuáng was held aloft by Narasimha, desperately flailing but to no avail.

“This is neither indoors nor outdoors!”

“It is the threshold!”

Narasimha suddenly sat down, perched on the threshold of the gates of the Divine Weapon.

The next mont, Narasimha, holding Jīnchuáng, violently smashed him down upon his knee.

“This is neither the heavens nor the earth.”

“It is my knee!”

As Narasimha said this, his hands with wide-spread fingers suddenly revealed sharp claws, their gleaming reflection showed the bloodthirsty face of Narasimha.

In that mont, in Brahmaloka.

All the divine beings looked on with bright eyes, holding their breath, anticipatively watching the scene, waiting for Narasimha to act and end Jīnchuáng’s life.

Narasimha’s gleaming claws struck down on Jīnchuáng’s abdon, opening a crimson line of blood.

The Devas widened their eyes.

“Aaahhhhh!”

But at that mont, Jīnchuáng suddenly threw back his head and let out a great roar.

Hmm?!

Narasimha’s bloodthirsty expression briefly froze, puzzled and surprised as he looked at the roaring Jīnchuáng.

He had only torn a wound.

Why was this guy screaming in such agony?

The next mont, Narasimha saw Jīnchuáng’s formidable body shudder, abruptly beginning to swell with a pervasive azure light.

Jīnchuáng’s roar ceased abruptly, and he was lifeless!

How did he die?!

Narasimha furrowed his brow, opening his hands, looking at his own claws.

On the surface of the claws.

A hint of azure appeared.

Indra was slightly startled.

He looked intently and saw that Narasimha’s face also quickly turned azure blue, resembling a blue-faced lion.

“Could it be…?”