Capítulo 22: Chapter 22: The Twin Horse Boys, The Benevolent Heavenly Emperor
Vishnu smiled faintly.
"Chostubat!"
"The gem of the lotus, this is the most precious of gems, symbolizing reason, sanctity, prosperity, and vastness!"
Vishnu spoke slowly.
As Vishnu's voice resounded, the Mani Gemstone flashed a bright light at his chest, like the moon, like the dawn's light, as if praying for the glow of the Supreme Lord.
This gem, named Chostubat, glittered brightly on Vishnu's chest.
Hmph!
Jinmu snorted angrily, turned his head aside, and felt displeased.
What rotten luck!
How come everything that comes out of this has been taken by the Three Aspects Deity!
With Jinmu in a sour mood, the other Asuras also dared not speak.
At that moment, Jinmu, with a furrowed brow, swept his gaze over the people behind him and said in doubt, "Where is Brahman? Why do I not see him?"
Both Vajra Body and Vibhrajit shook their heads.
They had not seen Brahman either.
"King, I am here!" Brahman flew out from among the many Asuras, descended swiftly, and squeezed out a slight smile on his face. "I saw some Asuras lagging behind, so I went back there for a while."
Jinmu glanced sideways at the sweaty Brahman and snorted coldly with a frown.
"You are too lazy!"
"Sweating from just dragging a snake head, you should engage in ascetic practices when we return!"
With that, Jinmu stopped paying attention to Brahman and turned his head to look intently at the Devas' side.
Brahman finally let out a sigh of relief.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly watched the direction of the Devas.
"Indra?!"
Brahman quietly clenched his teeth.
The curse of Sukhacara Sage still echoed in his ears; his mind had gone blank at the time, and he didn't even know how he got back to the Asura army.
At that time, both the Devas and Asuras were still churning the Milk Sea.
He stood in the distance, constantly observing Indra in secret.
To be honest, other than when Indra pulled the snake's tail with great force, working as if his life depended on it, no intelligence could be seen in him.
Nothing but a brute!
With that thought, Brahman scoffed lightly and shook his head.
"Indra, mere brute force and not even thinking to keep some strength in reserve in case of us, mediocre indeed!"
"Heh! As long as I become the King of Asura and ascend the Heavenly Realm, killing Indra, the curse will not come to pass!"
"Ritual Master, your curse will not come to fruition!"
Brahman chuckled.
Proudly, he reached out and straightened his prominent beard, pleased with his own exceptional wisdom.
...
"It's about time for Aipoluodu to come out!"
"There's only fifty years left of my ascetic practice!"
Indra was calculating the time in his mind.
Next, when churning the Milk Sea, what should emerge was his mount, Aipoluodu.
As for the last remaining things in the Milk Sea, they were the white horse Supratika, the Wish-Fulfilling Divine Tree, Helakela, and Amrita.
Apart from Amrita, Indra had little interest.
"Vishnu will never let Amrita fall into the Asuras' hands!"
"In that case, I'm better off retreating a bit, lest I come into contact with Helakela."
Indra thought to himself.
Without saying anything else, Vishnu was quite nice to the Devas; it was with his help that the gods obtained the Amrita.
Thinking so, Indra prepared to retreat backward.
"Supreme Lord, where are you going?"
Sun God Surya crooked his head and asked in surprise.
"Cough! Cough!"
"While churning the Milk Sea, I noticed the tail creating a breeze at the far end, with some Gandharvas unable to hold on to it, showing fatigue, so I am going to help them!"
"Yes, that's it!"
As Indra spoke, his explanation became smoother, and he nodded in agreement.
"Because of... this?"
Sun God Surya looked surprised.
He turned his head to look at the many Gandharvas at the rear, and as expected, some of them had been flung by Shesha's tail whipping up a fragrant breeze and were injured.
They usually wouldn't care about such matters!
"Supreme Lord?!"
Moon God Soma opened his mouth wide, puzzled and shocked, and could not help saying.
He had now returned, his consciousness still fixed on the period when he disappeared from the Heavenly Realm, completely unaware of what had transpired among the gods during that time.
What has happened!
How many years had he vanished for? What had he missed?
The Ritual Master Immortal approached at a leisurely pace.
His face was full of smiles, and he looked at Indra with approval, feelingly saying, "Then let the Twin Horse Youths go with you, they are gods of healing, and they can treat the Gandharvas afterwards!"
"Then I'll call them over!" Sun God Surya said.
"Of course, the more the merrier!"
Indra nodded his head.
He just wanted to hide in the back, but he hadn't thought about all of this!
The Twin Horse Youths!
The names of these two gods were Sadhya and Dasra.
These two gods were the deities of the morning and evening twilight, as well as healing gods, and they were also the sons of Surya.
Soon, a pair of handsome young men came to Indra's side.
Their eyes sparkling, they joined their hands in salutation to Indra, bowing reverently and saying, "Praise be to the merciful Heavenly Emperor, only you have thought of these warriors!"
Indra: "..."
Indra was somewhat at a loss for words.
He was still too thin-skinned!
He cleared his throat twice, stood tall and proud, raised a hand to knock on his chest, and said to the Twin Horse Youths, "This is the duty of the Heavenly Emperor, let's go!"
"Praise be to the Heavenly Emperor!"
"Praise be to the Heavenly Emperor!"
Hearing this, the Twin Horse Youths couldn't help but feel an even greater respect, following Indra toward the Gandharvas.
"The Heavenly Emperor truly has compassion!"
The Ritual Master Immortal, watching this scene from afar, felt moved and took out his book to continue writing: "The compassionate Heavenly Emperor Indra, he dispatched the Twin Horse Youths, giving medicine to the Gandharvas, bringing warmth..."
...
Soon, both sides were once again prepared.
The gods and the Asura gathered at the head and tail of the serpent, once more commencing the great endeavor of churning the Milk Sea.
"Warriors of the Asura!"
"Let the Devas witness your strength, seize the treasures of the Milk Sea for ourselves, for we are the true masters of the treasures of the Three Realms, we are the rightful ones to possess all this!"
"I swear in the name of the King of Asura, that the next treasures born will definitely be ours!"
Jinmu encouraged the many Asura.
Though he was arrogant, he was not foolish. Having missed the treasures twice, he had to inspire the morale, or he might end up being the only one exerting effort.
Under his encouragement, the eyes of the many Asura lit up.
"Ours!"
"Ours!"
...
The many Asura roared in unison, their momentum immense.
Indra observed the Asura's side from afar, sighing to himself, what a display of ardor these Asura had!
Not like his side...
"Benevolent Heavenly Emperor, this body willingly offers itself to you!"
A Gandharva warrior knelt on the ground, his eyes brimming with hot tears, hands joined in salutation, a complex mix of reverence, gratitude, and other emotions flowing in his gaze.
As he spoke, the Gandharva lowered his head, lifting Indra's feet with his hands and placing them upon his forehead in a gesture of reverence.
The other Gandharvas followed suit, crowding around.
Indra quickly helped the man up.
With hundreds of thousands of Gandharvas one by one, who knew when it would end, he might even complete a rite of standing on one foot.
"It is my duty!"
"Now, let's churn the Milk Sea!"
Indra declared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mandara Mountain spun relentlessly, rocks fell like shooting stars, and heat blazed upon Mandara Mountain, hot and scalding.
Thirty years later.
The Milk Sea was as thick as honey!
Whoosh!
A streak of white light shot out suddenly.
"One!"
The gods and the Asura watched intently, but just then, another streak of white light shot out from the Milk Sea.
"No!"
"There are two!"
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