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51: Chapter 51: With the Divine Artifact in Hand, the Jīnchuáng Conspiracy (Please Follow) 51: Chapter 51: With the Divine Artifact in Hand, the Jīnchuáng Conspiracy (Please Follow) Speaking of weapons!

The craftsmanship of the divine artisan Vishvakarman is truly unmatched.

The weapons possessed summoning abilities of their own, where Devas just needed to open their hands and stir their divine power, and with a flash of golden light, the godly artifact would appear in their hands, and could also be carried on their person when not in use.

The weapons he left in the Miscellaneous Grove Garden were mostly unused.

Indra walked with light steps.

Before long, he arrived in the Miscellaneous Grove Garden.

The Miscellaneous Grove Garden was dazzling to the extreme, a golden palace indeed, with black divine altars standing tall in the hall, much more luxurious than before, maintaining the unified style of Sudarśana City.

“Hmm?!”

“Why is it different now?”

Indra wondered curiously to himself.

His gaze shifted to the Gandharva warrior guarding the Miscellaneous Grove Garden by his side.

“Heavenly Emperor, previously, when you were drunk, you often frolicked in the Miscellaneous Grove Garden, competing with other Devas.

Because of the frequent renovations, the divine artisan took the initiative to reinforce and refurbish this place!”

The Gandharva warrior spoke cautiously.

Indra clicked his tongue, speechless for a moment.

What a divine artisan!

To renovate his home without telling him, and to build it so well!

Indra shook his head.

He looked towards the temple, his eyes focused, with a trace of reminiscence as he stepped into the sanctuary and approached a divine platform.

A divine wheel, sparkling with golden light, rotated gently, its flowing flames cutting through the void like blades.

The Wheel of Indra!

Originally, the Sun God Surya had no human form but was round like a wheel.

It was Vishvakarman who personally crafted and remodeled his son-in-law Surya into this handsome appearance.

The starfire shaved from Surya’s body was not wasted by the divine artisan, but was directly used to forge weapons.

This Wheel of Indra was crafted from a portion of Surya’s starfire!

Pity…

He didn’t really know how to use the Flying Wheel.

“Sigh, what a waste!”

Indra shook his head, sighing as he continued forward, this time coming upon a pair of maces on the divine platform.

The two maces lay side by side, the left one flashing with moist azure lightning, the right one radiating dry crimson lightning, the two merging to surge with electric light.

These two maces were also his weapons.

One was named “Moist Lightning,” and the other “Dry Lightning.”

The two maces could unleash lightning that represented rainwater and drought, respectively.

Pity they have similar functions to the Vajra Pestle.

He seldom used them now, just leaving them here gathering dust!

Indra continued to walk until a Divine Spear appeared before him.

The Divine Spear was sharp, like a javelin, emitting a piercing cold light.

The Divine Spear “Amogha.”

This Divine Spear was incomparably sharp, and once thrown, it could transform into billions, piercing through enemies and killing them.

Indra raised his hand and grasped the Divine Spear, the familiar sensation coming through.

“Just in case, I should bring it along!”

Indra thought to himself.

His gaze shifted slightly, sweeping over each divine platform, finally stopping at a divine conch.

The divine conch “Devadatta.”

Devadatta meant bestowed by the heavens!

When this divine conch was blown, its sound was like thunder, instilling awe in the enemies.

“I’ll keep this one too!”

Indra thought, and with a thought, the divine conch “Devadatta” turned into a streak of golden light and entered his body.

He turned his head, lifted his leg, and walked away.

When he passed by “Dry Lightning” and “Moist Lightning,” his figure hesitated slightly.

“It’s too wasteful to just leave them here, better to carry them with me for unexpected needs!”

Indra expressed ruefully.

With a wave of his hand, the two maces transformed into golden light and flew to him instantly.

“The same goes for this divine wheel!”

“Leaving it to collect dust is such a shame!”

“Take it!”

Indra said.

“This hook and rope too, and this divine net, might come in handy.”

“Take them!

Take them!”

Indra made his way around the Miscellaneous Grove Garden.

For a while, golden light flickered continuously, and all the weapons in the sanctuary were absorbed into Indra’s body.

Not a single piece remained on the divine platforms!

Indra, smiling, walked out of the sanctuary at ease.

“Good job!”

He glanced at the Gandharva guard and spoke with delight.

“Yes!”

“I will definitely protect the divine weapon inside!”

The Gandharva warrior stood tall and proud, loudly proclaiming.

Indra nodded slightly and began to walk.

This place was not at all suitable for ascetic practice.

“Why not find a cloud directly in Brahmaloka!”

Indra looked up at the sacred Brahmaloka, his eyes moving slightly, a thought stirring in his heart.

Roar!!!

Just then, a high-pitched sound of an elephant’s trumpet reached him.

“Airavata?”

Indra couldn’t help but smile and, following the sound, he strode into the Miscellaneous Grove Garden, where the grass was green like a carpet and flowers bloomed in abundance, a clear, large lake mirrored the image of a white giant elephant with three heads and six tusks.

The environment isn’t bad at all!

“Let’s do it here!”

Indra nodded in approval.

The surroundings were tranquil—an excellent place for ascetic practice, far surpassing anywhere else in Sudarśana City.

At that thought.

Whoosh!

The golden armor vanished.

Now, Indra was draped in a plain white robe embroidered with gold, his black hair hanging loose, a string of prayer beads around his neck, and two more circling his strong biceps.

Just like that, the transformation was complete.

Instantly, Indra felt the power of asceticism building inside him growing even faster, like lightning, resembling flames, becoming more vigorous.

He slowly walked under a Bodhi tree, its dense shadows mottled like patterns.

“Heavenly Realm is good, Brahmaloka even better!”

“I will undertake my ascetic practice here!”

“Finding this place truly wore me out.”

Lying down on the lush green grass, Indra crossed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Soon, he fell into Indra’s sleep.

…

Heavenly Realm.

Temple after temple was erected here in the Heavenly Realm.

These temples were ancient in style, dark in color, and full of sharp angles.

In the most central and majestic of these temples, the King of Asura, Jinchuang, was sitting upon the Golden Throne.

The Asura mentor, Sukhacara, looked gravely at his former student.

“Jinchuang!”

“You have forbidden the worship of the Devas, an act against the Righteous Law.

This way, you won’t hold the Heavenly Realm for long!”

Sage Sukhacara said in a cold voice.

Jinchuang fell silent, his expression serious, his hands resting on the throne gradually tightening.

“Mentor, I understand what you mean!”

“The Heavenly Emperor and Vishnu killed my older brother, and that group of Devas were accomplices.

I will not spare any of them!”

Jinchuang said through clenched teeth.

He wished he could kill Indra and tear him into a thousand pieces, but unfortunately, the Devas had the protection of Amrita and could not be slain for now.

However, this only made him more eager to torment Indra to avenge the deceit he suffered that day.

Sage Sukhacara shook his head and continued to admonish, “But you are defying the Righteous Law, and the Three Aspects Deity will surely intervene.”

Jinchuang stayed silent.

After a long while, he spoke just one sentence.

“Mentor, I hope you can help me!”

Clearly, Jinchuang had no intention of giving up his plans.

Sage Sukhacara inhaled deeply.

Jinchuang, unlike Jinmu, was not so arrogant, but he was even more obstinate; once he made up his mind, he would not change it.

“There’s not much I can help you with, but if Indra were captured, would you change?”

Sage Sukhacara asked.

A flash of brilliance appeared in Jinchuang’s eyes as he raised a finger and said, “Mentor, you indeed have a way.

As long as Indra is captured, I will issue an order to forbid the worship of only Vishnu.”

Forbidding the worship of only Vishnu?

If so, the degree of defying the Righteous Law should be much less!

Sage Sukhacara thought to himself.

“The Devas need to maintain the operation of the world.

The Sun God Surya rides his chariot across the world, and that brings sunrise and sunset.”

“Indra sends down lightning for rain.”

“Protector God Vishnu also encourages them to fulfill their divine duties.

I believe in a couple of days, the Devas will try to come out from Brahmaloka, and the first to emerge should be the Wind God Vayu.

You should not stop them.”

“Then you tell them that in the future you will not prevent the Devas from performing their divine duties, but you will continue to forbid the worship of the Devas in the mortal realm.”

“Even the cautious Devas will become negligent in a year and a half.”

“At that time, when the Devas are careless and lacking the divine power derived from worship, weakened by losing the power of the Heavenly Realm, you take your chance and capture Indra!”