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On the other side, Jīnchuáng’s expression was tense.

He was almost leading the charge, leaving the army behind as he crossed through layers of the void, spanning spaces,

Bang!

As soon as Jīnchuáng returned to Earth, he shot toward the Asura Temple like a meteor chasing the moon.

He looked down from above, the scenery of Earth flashing by his eyes.

But soon…

He noticed something was amiss!

The surroundings were very quiet, and the nearby area was quite clean, with not a whiff of blood.

There were no signs of battle at all.

“What?!”

Jīnchuáng’s face changed, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he realized something was wrong.

By the time he arrived at the Asura Temple, he saw the figures of Brahman and Vibhrajit, who were walking side by side, surrounded by a cohort of Asura guards.

Bang!

Jīnchuáng descended from the sky like a meteor, his knees not even bending as he slammed straight into the ground, creating a large crater.

He waved his hand violently, and a fierce wind swept out, dispersing the rising dust.

Gold-colored light flashed across the two figures before him.

Brahman shrank his neck involuntarily, taking a half step back subconsciously.

“King?”

“How did you return?”

Vibhrajit, looking puzzled, raised one sleeve slightly and bowed respectfully.

This reaction was all wrong!

Under various signs, an infuriating suspicion arose in his mind.

Jīnchuáng remained silent, his expression growing darker.

“Is…Earth unharmed?”

Jīnchuáng’s voice was hoarse, squeezing out these words.

“King, everything is normal!”

Vibhrajit responded.

Jīnchuáng’s face looked ugly; without a word, he turned and shot up into the sky with a bang.

In a short while, like a meteor, he descended upon a palace.

Moving swiftly, he stormed into the palace and saw a beautiful woman nursing a child.

“Husband, have you returned victorious?”

“No wonder Poluo Keluota suddenly stopped crying!”

The Asura Woman looked up to see Jīnchuáng returning.

Her face lit up with joy as she gently rocked the baby in her arms, making cheerful sounds like those of an oriole.

However, Jīnchuáng’s eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with gloom, startling his wife.

“Indra!”

“Dhara!”

“King!”

Jīnchuáng’s pupils turned blood red, his hair wildly dancing, his formidable and fearsome body trembling slightly, his fists clenched tightly, erupting in a furious, bloodthirsty roar.

He had been deceived!

Indra deserved to die!

Deserved to die!

To kill you!

Boom!

The entire palace shook.

Jīnchuáng surged up from the ground, smashing through the palace, rushing straight toward the Heavenly Realm.

In this moment, he was like an enraged bull, turning into a ‘meteor’, heading for the Heavenly Realm–the humiliation and fury of being toyed with by his enemy filling his heart.

Dark nature, amongst the three dispositions, took over at this point, utterly uncontrollable.

The recently returned Asura army was also struck by this unstoppable ‘meteor’ of catastrophe, like statues dropped to the ground, chipped at the corner.

The shockwave hit, and the Sukhacara Sage, unable to maintain his stance, looked towards the departing figure with a stagger.

“Jīnchuáng!”

Sukhacara Sage exclaimed in alarm.

Vibhrajit also flew over at this moment.

“What happened to the King exactly?!”

“Could it be that he lost?”

Vibhrajit spoke confusedly.

Sukhacara Sage, facing the bewildered Vibhrajit, said, “Hasn’t your son Rahu returned?!”

“Ah!

My son is still alive?”

Vibhrajit reeled back slightly, his eyes widening in shock.

Sukhacara Sage realized something was wrong too, understanding that he had been deceived by Indra.

It wasn’t just Jīnchuáng who had been fooled.

Even he had been tricked by Indra, even going so far as to help him along.

Having been the guide of the Asura for so many years, he, who was wise all his life, was deceived by the Heavenly Emperor!

How disgraceful!

“!!!”

“Damned Heavenly Emperor, to have fooled us!”

The Sukhacara Sage’s eyes blazed with rage as he bellowed.

He then turned around, lifting the Snake Staff, and shouted to the Asura army behind him.

“To the Heavenly Realm!”

With that, Sukhacara Sage soared into the sky.

The Asura army as well, grand and mighty, followed closely behind.

Vibhrajit stood alone, his face a vision of utter confusion and bewilderment.

“What just happened?”

…

Boom!

Jīnchuáng’s rage pierced the heavens as he crashed into the Heavenly Realm.

Like a meteor falling, he plunged into this region of the Heavenly Realm, scattering countless white clouds with a thunderous roar that deafened the ear.

“Indra!”

“Indra!”

Jīnchuáng roared with his head thrown back.

The reddish-gold flesh of his body pulsated continuously, like Naga coiling, his blood flowing like the torrential rush of the Ganges.

Terrible waves of air blasted in all directions, shattering myriad white clouds.

Yet, the Heavenly Realm was empty!

No!

There was something!

Grinding his teeth, Jīnchuáng’s gaze shifted, and at the center of the Heavenly Realm, atop a swath of empty white clouds, there stood a Golden Throne, adorned with divine cushioning, resplendent with shimmering light.

With bloodshot eyes, gritted teeth, and burning with anger, he stalked with long strides to the front of the Golden Throne.

“Heavenly Emperor!”

Jīnchuáng bellowed.

Seizing both sides of the Golden Throne, his arms erupted with Divine Power, lifting it high like a conqueror hoisting a cauldron.

The Golden Throne was raised high!

Divine Light shone bright, like rainbows, like sunlight, like moon traces, casting its brilliance throughout the Heavenly Realm.

Jīnchuáng looked up at the Golden Throne, his form slightly stiffening.

Bang!

With a cold snort, Jīnchuáng slammed the Golden Throne back down, turned around with a swish of his robe, and sat atop it, legs astride, with grandeur.

A comfortable and satisfying sensation came from his seat!

“The despicable Indra, what makes him worthy of sitting on such a fine throne, a bunch of cowards who only know how to run away!”

“Now the Heavenly Realm is mine!”

Jīnchuáng placed his hands on the throne, rubbing his buttocks left and right as if playing with a new toy, his rage subsiding, giving way to contempt and triumph swelling in his chest.

“Big brother, what you couldn’t do, I have now achieved for you!”

Jīnchuáng thought to himself.

He slowly closed his eyes, his power spreading outward like ripples, gradually encompassing the Heavenly Realm, as if merging with it.

The Power of the Heavens began to converge, uniting within Jīnchuáng.

At that moment, Sukhacara Sage arrived belatedly with the Asura army.

“Jīnchuáng!”

Sukhacara Sage immediately spotted Jīnchuáng on the throne and sensed the wildly surging, explosive force within him.

“My power is endless!”

“Hahaha!”

Jīnchuáng’s eyes snapped open, and he let out an exhilarated laugh.

His power surged within him, racing to his head, thrilling him to the extreme!

He stood up from the throne with arms wide open and walked slowly towards Sukhacara Sage.

“From today forth, the Heavenly Realm will belong to the Asura!”

“All Three Realms will belong to the Asura!”

“I am the ruler of the Three Realms, the King of the world!”

Jīnchuáng clenched his fist.

Images of various figures flashed through his mind, their eyes bright and shining with the cold light of hatred.

Vishnu!

And…

Indra!!!

“From today on, no one in the Three Realms may worship Vishnu!”

“No one may worship Indra either!”

“Nor that flock of cowardly Devas!”

“From now on, the people of the Three Realms can only worship us, their one and only ruler—the Asura!”

Jīnchuáng proclaimed with his head raised.

What!

Sukhacara Sage’s gaze froze, and he was stunned.

…

Brahmaloka.

Indra stood before Sudarśana City, watching the scene like a spectator, gazing into the distance at Gandharva’s Sun God Chariot that was continually dropping, and the divine horses with white steam billowing from their nostrils.

Suddenly, he furrowed his brow.

A faint sense of weakness welled up from within!

“Without the Heavenly Realm, my power has diminished!”

“But…”

“The Power of Asceticism is actually increasing!”

Indra exclaimed in surprise.

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