Indian Mythology: the Heavenly Emperor is not working today Chapter 71 - 71 70 Sending You to Asceticism Goddesses Quarr

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(Seeking First Subscription, Seeking Monthly Tickets) “Airavata?”

Indra cocked his head, eyes wide in surprise, as he stared at the white figure.

Wasn’t that his Airavata?

How could it run so fast?

Was it really necessary?!

Indra rubbed his eyes, then looked more carefully at the white figure.

No mistake!

It was Airavata!

Indra suddenly stood up from under the Bodhi Tree, his face setting with determination, he abruptly called out toward the white shape far out in the middle of the great lake.

“Airavata!!!”

Airavata!

Airavata!

Airavata!

The gods looked at each other bemusedly, all turning their gaze toward the surface of the water.

The echoes of ‘Airavata’ reverberated throughout the Miscellaneous Grove Garden, the authoritative voice of the Heavenly Emperor lingering long, reaching into the ears of the distanced Airavata.

At that mont, Airavata lowered its head, subrging in the water.

The huge ears, like banana leaves, moved, hugging the head tightly, trying to seal off its massive ears.

But the voice still reached the small elephant ears.

Roar~

[Airavata] extended its slender trunk, trumpeted, rose from the water, lowering its head and swinging its nose, stepped on the water’s surface with a look of grievance, and walked onto the shore, before Indra.

“You’ve really disappointed !”

“You’re still young, how can you not work?”

Indra patted Airavata’s head.

The next mont, he rubbed his hands together, and then spread them.

Shua!

Golden light twinkled, and two Vajra maces appeared in Indra’s hands, he weighed the maces in his hands, a slight smile on his face.

“I know you’re tired, but don’t complain just yet.”

“Look, I’ve brought you equipnt, these two divine weapons, the ‘Dry Lightning’ and ‘Moist Lightning,’ are for you now.

The noble task of protecting the Mortal Realm, maintaining peace there, and bringing the blessing of rainfall to the world is yours!”

Indra took the two Vajra maces and stuffed them into Airavata’s trumpeting trunk.

The next mont, another flash from his hands.

Shua!

A seven-color longbow then appeared.

“This ‘Indra’s Bow’ is the symbol of the rainbow!”

“Airavata, just imagine, every ti after it rains, you shoot this bow into the sky, and a seven-colored rainbow will descend from heaven.

Then you can gracefully cross over this rainbow bridge.”

“How beautiful!

How pure!”

“How many faithful beings will be enchanted by you!”

Indra held the Divine Bow lightly swaying it in front of Airavata’s eyes.

The faint rainbow light flickered, seven colors erged, extrely beautiful, dazzling the white elephant’s eyes.

As he spoke, Indra then stuffed the ‘Indra’s Bow’ in front of Airavata’s head, grabbed its trunk, and coiled it around the bow.

Roar?!

Airavata’s head lifted slightly.

Its large eyes sparkled with a bright gleam, its mouth slightly open, a clear line of drool slipping from the corner of its mouth, seemingly imagining the scene.

“My glory is with you!”

Indra stretched out his hand, a solemn look on his face as he gently stroked Airavata’s head and spoke softly.

“!!!”

The gods all widened their eyes, shocked in their hearts.

This little elephant was about to be swayed, was it going to replace the Heavenly Emperor in causing rain again?!

Wait a minute!

If the Heavenly Emperor’s mount, Airavata, was making such an effort, then maybe their mounts could give it a try, too.

The Water God fell into deep thought.

But the Wind God Vayu suddenly sighed heavily.

“Damn!”

“Why doesn’t my mount, the Antelope, bring the wind?!”

Vayu said discontentedly.

The Fire God Agni also pursed his lips, sighing repeatedly.

“My ram can’t replace either!”

Agni was in a bad mood.

The Sun God Surya blinked his eyes, looking around at the Devas, a gleam in his eye.

He couldn’t help but recall the scene of being devoured by Narasimha that day; if only his horse had been a little stronger, maybe he could have gotten away.

If only his horse had been stronger!

“It’s the mounts that haven’t been trying hard enough!”

“I will send my divine horse to undergo rigorous training at ‘Vighna,’ to learn from Garuda, and it must beco the fastest horse!”

The Sun God Surya clenched his fist, declaring.

Hearing this, the gods all turned their heads to look at him, their eyes landing on Surya simultaneously, their minds swirling with thoughts, as if a new pathway had been unveiled.

Indra also looked at Surya with surprise and disbelief.

Oh my God!

Surya, you truly are a genius!

This idea is just too brilliant!

“Well said!”

Indra imdiately perked up.

If Airavata were to undergo austere ditation and receive blessings that enhance his rainmaking abilities, it wouldn’t just be the young elephants covering his long shifts anymore—he could straight-up retire.

Then, he could ditate whenever he wanted, or go play if he didn’t feel like it!

ditate for a year, play for a year; ditate for a year, play for a year…

“Let’s go!”

“We’ll take them to Vighna to begin their studies.”

Indra imdiately said.

He had already decided: he would endure the hardships himself for the ti being.

Once Airavata completed his ditation, he could rest easy.

How wonderful!

Indra beckoned the other Devas, gathered their mounts, and together, they set out towards Vighna.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Five streaks of light flashed across the sky, swift as shooting stars, instantly piercing through the void, crossing vast expanses of the Mortal Realm’s land, entering the Milk Sea.

Atop the Milk Sea, the waves surged powerfully, endless breakers crashing with aplomb.

“I, Indra, am back!”

Indra chuckled to himself.

The event of churning the Milk Sea was still fresh in his mory, with Jinmu’s terror surfacing in his mind from ti to ti.

But that guy is dead as a doornail.

Gone for good!

Whoosh!

As soon as Indra arrived above the Milk Sea, the majestic black waves caught his gaze, one after another, fathomless and endless.

A glance revealed nothing but darkness.

Yet, at that distant dark horizon, there were gleaming, splendid paradises, shining like the first light of dawn, casting their luminous glow from afar.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Indra and the Devas moved as one, heading straight for the nearby Vighna.

Gateways of golden rings stood tall, connected one after another, leading deep into Vighna where lush green grass and flowers were seen everywhere, lotuses hung in the air, and ornate jewelry adorned the gates, sacred and prosperous, emanating an eternal glow like an everlasting divine city.

“We’ve finally arrived!”

Moved, Indra looked around at the beautiful scenery and couldn’t help but sigh.

The Heavenly Realm is wealthy and beautiful, Vighna is beautiful and wealthy!

“Beautiful!”

Sun God Surya shook his crown and looked around, echoing the sentint.

Wind God Vayu and Fire God Agni also gazed steadfastly, smiling softly, admiring the surrounding scenery.

“It’s truly beautiful!”

Water God Varuna likewise remarked.

Indra, too, had a content smile, standing tall and striding into Vighna.

However, as soon as the Devas passed through the thousand golden gates of Vighna, they were t with a luxuriant and beautiful garden.

In the garden, green grass flourished, flowers blood like a tapestry, and magnificent trees stood tall.

But as soon as Indra and the gods entered, their gazes were instantly captivated.

They saw a crowd gathered there.

Brahma, Saraswati, and many Immortals.

But it wasn’t them that commanded attention.

It was two exceptionally beautiful goddesses.

To the left stood a woman of exquisite beauty, wearing a crown inlaid with rubies, clad in a luxurious gold and red garnt accentuating her voluptuous figure, adorned with all kinds of treasures as if all the luxury and beauty that the world had to offer belonged to this goddess.

It was Goddess Lakshmi!

The woman on the right was moon-like in face, noble in presence, perfect in form, her skin radiating a holy light, her eyes like that of Persian chrysanthemums, carrying a scrutinizing gaze, looking upon everything with a compassionate look.

It was Goddess Parvati!

Vishnu and Mahadeva Shiva stood to one side.

The great Protector God appeared helpless, the fearso Destroyer God stayed silent.

Clearly, even they seed powerless before their wives!

Boom!

The two stunning goddesses looked at each other.

In their gorgeous eyes flickered unnad sparks, like erupting volcanoes and rushing lightning, each trying to cover the other with their gaze.

An atmosphere of tension spread relentlessly.

It was as though urgent notes flew out from the void, striking at everyone’s hearts.

This looked like it was going to be a quarrel, and a quarrel among won at that!

No!

It was an upgraded plus version of a won’s quarrel—a quarrel between goddesses.

Indra’s eyes lit up; the urge to ‘watch the drama’ surged within him.

To witness goddesses quarreling was a rare spectacle!

One that must be savored!