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57: Chapter 57: The Filial Son, The Trial of the Serpent Fire (Please Follow) 57: Chapter 57: The Filial Son, The Trial of the Serpent Fire (Please Follow) “It’s…

them!”

Jīnchuáng slowly rose from his throne, his aura terrifying.

A vast gale surged around him, violently blowing the Asura handmaidens by his side away.

“Indra!

Vishnu!”

Jīnchuáng clenched his teeth in fury, his voice hoarse, squeezing out these two names, his body trembling with anger.

Traitor!

This traitor!

How dare he worship his greatest enemy!

“Poluo Keluota!!!”

Jīnchuáng roared, his voice thunderous.

A savage gale swirled, echoing through the Heavenly Realm, broadcasting his rage.

He tilted his head back and shot into the sky with a slam, like a meteor chasing the moon, diving straight into the palace.

Bang!

The palace shook violently, dust filled the air, and countless fragments of stone scattered.

Jīnchuáng stepped out from the smoke, his tall shadow cast over a young man wearing a golden crown and red clothes, who sat on the ground with a smile on his face, the flames before him reflecting a reddish hue on his cheeks.

“Praise Indra!”

Poluo Keluota said with a smile.

He put his hands together, uttered a praise, then picked up the heap of red pollen by his side, scattering it over the Fire Sacrifice.

Jīnchuáng’s eyes widened, his body shaking slightly as he clenched his fists tightly.

“Poluo Keluota!”

Jīnchuáng said.

Hearing this, Poluo Keluota swiftly turned around, excitement shimmering in his clear eyes.

“Father, you’re back!”

Poluo Keluota said happily, quickly getting up and rushing to Jīnchuáng’s side.

Jīnchuáng looked at him coldly, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping over Poluo Keluota.

His eyes narrowed, and in a calmer voice, he clenched his fist and said,

“You are…”

“A follower of Indra?!”

Jīnchuáng demanded with a piercing look.

“Of course not!”

Poluo Keluota laughed as he shook his head, looking up at his father with delight.

Huh?!

Upon hearing that, Jīnchuáng was briefly startled.

If you’re not a follower of Indra, then why worship him?!

But before Jīnchuáng could react, Poluo Keluota put his hands together, his innocent smile wide, and said, “I am a devotee of Lord Vishnu, and I worship the Heavenly Emperor because, father, you have not come home for so long.”

“I hoped to make him give up his enmity with you, and reconcile the two of you.”

“If so, giving up the Heavenly Realm isn’t really a big deal, we can live just as well on Earth.”

“You could come home then, and we’d all be reunited!”

Poluo Keluota spread his hands, looking at Jīnchuáng happily.

“Father!”

“With you returning at this time, my sacrifice must have reached the ears of the Heavenly Emperor.

Have you made peace?”

Poluo Keluota’s eyes sparkled.

He eagerly lifted his hands, attempting to grab onto his father’s sturdy arm.

Bang!

But in the next instant, a large hand followed, hitting Poluo Keluota’s chest forcefully, pushing him back and causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

Poluo Keluota fell to the ground, propped up on his elbow, looking up at his father uncomprehendingly.

Jīnchuáng stood rooted, expressionless.

He lifted his head high, his face indifferent, looking down at his young son with a voice icy and ruthless.

“Foolish!

Weak!”

“You actually pray to your father’s enemy, and pathetically grovel for mercy.

Are you even my son?

I am ashamed of you as my son!”

“Guards!”

“Throw him in the dungeon for five hundred years, let him come to his senses!”

Jīnchuáng ordered coldly.

He needed to keep a close eye on Indra, and had no time to play house with Poluo Keluota.

With that said, he swung his hand dismissively, turning impassively and walking out of the palace.

Crowds of Asura warriors rushed past him, towards Poluo Keluota.

…

Time rolled on, unfazed by storm or stress.

Jīnchuáng remained relentlessly determined.

He sat on his throne in an imposing manner, legs wide apart, left arm resting on the armrest, hand propping up his chin, intently staring into the sky.

Another peaceful day today!

“How have the Devas’ Divine Power not run out after all these years?”

“Could it be Brahma is assisting them?”

Jīnchuáng muttered to himself.

His eyes moved as he slowly got up and twisted his neck.

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the Heavenly Realm and flew towards him.

“!!!”

Jīnchuáng jolted to full alert and leaped from his throne.

However, upon closer inspection, a hint of disappointment flickered in the depths of his eyes.

The newcomer wore a black hood that concealed their face, but the figure was slender, a far cry from Indra.

It was not Indra!

“Big brother, I’ve arrived!”

The figure in the black hood landed on the high platform, and a familiar voice rang out.

“Holika!”

Jīnchuáng recognized the person before him and called out her name.

The next moment, she slowly lifted the black hood, revealing a smooth and beautiful face—it was Jīnchuáng’s sister, Holika.

Holika’s face was extremely beautiful.

No!

She was now even more ravishingly beautiful.

“Have you completed your arduous cultivation?”

Jīnchuáng asked.

He had heard from Sukhacara, the teacher, that after stirring the Milk Sea, Holika had been in arduous cultivation before Shiva, hoping to receive a blessing to restore her appearance.

Now, it seemed that Holika had succeeded!

“Of course!”

Holika’s lips curved slightly as she raised her hands and gently touched her scar-free face, feeling immensely proud.

She had once been injured by the flames of the Thousand-headed Serpent King Shesha, which burned her face, but now she had regained her appearance after strenuous cultivation and had also received a blessing.

“By the way!”

“Big brother, why is there the sound of Vishnu’s worship in your palace, have you forgotten our eldest brother’s grudge?”

Suddenly, Holika asked.

What?!

Jīnchuáng was taken aback for a moment, then glared angrily at the people around him.

“Who is worshipping Vishnu!”

Jīnchuáng bellowed.

“Er…”

The attendants around him pursed their lips, looking down and at each other, not daring to speak.

“Speak!”

Jīnchuáng demanded through clenched teeth.

The surrounding Asura guards immediately knelt on the ground, trembling, and said,

“The prince is still praising Vishnu!”

“Now, the prince prepares a Fire Sacrifice every day in the palace to praise Vishnu, without cease!”

The Asura guard said in terror.

What?!

Jīnchuáng widened his eyes; rage flared within him as he grabbed the head of the Asura and brought it close to him.

“Didn’t I throw him into the dungeon!”

Jīnchuáng was angry and baffled.

“King, have you forgotten?” the Asura attendant said, shrinking back, voice trembling.

“You have been here for almost seven hundred years; the prince has been out for a long time!”

Ah!!!

Jīnchuáng, trembling all over with anger, pushed the attendant away.

“Poluo Keluota!”

“You never change, you deserve death!

Deserve death!”

Jīnchuáng shouted in wrath.

Upon hearing this, Holika beside him also caught wind of the situation, and she couldn’t help but laugh, raising her finger to cover her red lips and said, “It seems your son doesn’t listen to you, big brother!”

“But I could give you a hand, big brother!”

Holika said with a smile.

Hm?!

Jīnchuáng abruptly turned his head to look at Holika.

“Speak!”

Jīnchuáng commanded.

A cold light flashed in Holika’s eyes; she raised her swan-like neck and pinched her fingers.

Swish!

A flame ignited at the tip of her fingers.

“This is the Serpent Fire from Serpent King Shesha, which I gathered after my disfigurement!”

“After my arduous cultivation, I acquired the blessing that wearing the hood prevents the flame from burning me.

Let’s see if his god can save him when trapped in this Serpent Fire with me, on the brink of life and death!”