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Seeking Follow-up Reads) In the temple.

A pit of fire was at the very center of the temple, where fierce serpent flames burned intensely, reflecting a crimson glow that illuminated both the face of Jīnchuáng and Holika.

At that moment, Poluo Keluota was also being brought to this place by a group of Asura warriors.

Terrible heat waves tumbled around!

Just by entering this temple, these Asura warriors were already sweating profusely, their breath heavy.

Jīnchuáng stood with hands on hips, gazing intently at his son.

“Poluo Keluota, I give you one last chance, never worship Vishnu again!”

“As long as you abandon your faith in him, you will still be my great Jīnchuáng’s good son, and the prince of the Asura!”

Jīnchuáng’s gaze was icy as he pointed at his son, devoid of any emotion.

He wouldn’t allow his son to worship an enemy!

“Father!”

“The Supreme Lord is everything, he is the sky, the sea, the forest, the earth; he is omnipresent, all our words and actions are in worship of the Supreme Lord.”

Poluo Keluota said with a smile.

His heart filled with reverence for the Supreme Lord he respected, he naturally explained his devotion according to his own understanding.

His piety was unparalleled.

“Ha-ha!”

“Then let’s see what good your piety does!”

“Holika!”

Jīnchuáng’s anger turned into laughter, and he called out loudly.

Holika stepped forward with a hood on her head, her eyes haughty, a cold smile on her face.

“This flame comes from the Thousand-headed Serpent King Shesha, powerful enough to burn everything.

If you can remain unharmed amidst these flames, I will talk to your elder brother and persuade him to acknowledge your faith.”

“If your god cannot protect you, nobody will save you!”

The seductive and cold voice of Holika was filled with murderous intent.

Back when the Milk Sea was churned, it was Vishnu’s serpent bed, Shesha, that almost ruined her beauty.

Love for a house extends to the crows on its roof; hatred works the same way!

Holika wished she could tear Shesha apart and hated even more Vishnu and his devotees, the masters of Shesha.

“Alright!”

Poluo Keluota nodded.

His eyes clear, his hands pressed together, he walked slowly into the midst of the flames, praising Vishnu as he went.

Holika let out a cold laugh, her hands holding up the hood over her head as she also stepped into the flames.

It was the perfect time to test the Blessing Force!

Boom!

The fierce serpent flames burned vigorously, scorching the bare feet of Poluo Keluota, as the flowing fire spread like demons, leaving behind traces of charred scars.

But Poluo Keluota’s expression remained calm as he sat down amidst the burning flames.

Holika sat comfortably within the flames with a smile on her face and the hood securely on her head.

With the protection of the Blessing, the flames couldn’t harm her at all.

It felt just like coming home!

Not hot whatsoever!

…

At the Milk Sea, Vighna.

Protector God Vishnu lay on his side with a smile on top of Sheshnag, while his wife Goddess Lakshmi sat beside him, gently massaging Vishnu’s calves.

They looked into each other’s eyes, full of affection and love.

Suddenly, Vishnu turned his head slightly and looked towards the Mortal Realm, with his smile gradually fading.

“My husband, what are you looking at?” asked Goddess Lakshmi.

“Jīnchuáng’s karma has reached its peak; the rule of the Asura is coming to an end!” Vishnu proclaimed.

“The final act of Leela is about to begin.”

Vishnu tapped the serpent bed beneath him and twirled his finger lightly as a strand of golden light drifted out, flying towards the figure of Poluo Keluota where his gaze was set.

Whoosh!

In the temple, Jīnchuáng laughed heartily.

At that moment, Poluo Keluota was being burned by the serpent flames, his skin blackened like ignited coal radiating a red glow, his flesh beginning to burn and facing destruction.

“Ha-ha-ha!”

“Poluo Keluota, look at yourself now; your god can’t protect you.

If you admit defeat, your father will let you go.”

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

Jīnchuáng looked at his son’s blackened body and couldn’t help but throw his head back in laughter.

A sense of victory surged through his chest!

He had defeated his own son!

Defeated his son’s faith!

Defeated Protector God Vishnu!

If Poluo Keluota continued to be obstinate,

Jīnchuáng would be happy to grant this disobedient son death.

“No!”

Poluo Keluota suddenly spoke up.

Bang!

An explosive sound abruptly interrupted Jīnchuáng’s joy.

What!

Jīnchuáng looked down sharply, his gaze focusing intently below.

Streams of golden light radiated from Poluo Keluota’s body, instantly scabbing over the dark scars only to be burst open by the golden light, scattering as black ash and revealing the smooth, unblemished skin beneath.

The golden light, like scissors, shone upon Holika’s hat.

Rip!

In an instant, the dark cowl was torn to pieces, exploding into numerous shreds of cloth.

With the disappearance of the hat, the blessing was invalidated!

Horror painted Holika’s face.

“Impossible!”

She bellowed in shock, her eyes fiery with an even more vicious flame, transforming into multitude Naga with bared fangs and lolling tongues, which leaped towards her form and with a thunderous roar, burned her to ashes.

“Holika!”

Jīnchuáng looked at the fiercer blaze and charged forward impulsively.

But he passed straight through the serpent flames, looking down at his hands to find only a handful of ash.

The flames died down.

“Father!”

With a sorrowful expression, Poluo Keluota stood up, his gaze complicated as he looked at his father.

His father really did intend to kill him just now.

Boom!

Jīnchuáng whirled around, shaking, like a berserk lion having lost its senses.

At this moment, his rage had reached its apex!

His golden eyes shone with a bloody gleam, he gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that they emitted sounds as loud as a landslide.

“Vishnu!”

“You dare to mock me, dammit!

Dammit all!”

“You and Indra must die!”

Jīnchuáng’s eyes were blood red as he glared at his son relentlessly.

Suddenly, a great hammer materialized in his hand, the wind howling towards Poluo Keluota as he coldly said, “Didn’t you say Vishnu is almighty?

Let your god exert divine power and call Indra over!”

“Vishnu!

Indra!”

“Today I will slay them both, two for one!

Kill them!

I absolutely must!”

The enraged roars of Jīnchuáng reverberated through the Heavenly Realm, his wild power echoing without end.

“Father!”

“Enough!

You traitor, you’re not fit to be my son, now you’re just my enemy, call them here, call them!”

“Alas!”

Poluo Keluota’s gaze was complex as he lowered his head, unmoving.

“If you don’t call them, I will kill your mother!”

“Quickly!”

Jīnchuáng’s furious growl contained not a shred of emotion.

Poluo Keluota trembled all over.

He looked fearfully at his father.

To call him a father seemed wrong, he seemed more like a wild beast that had lost its reason, and Jīnchuáng’s words were no idle threat—he truly would do it!

“Alright…”

Poluo Keluota’s voice trembled as his hands slowly came together in prayer.

…

Within Brahmaloka, in Sudarśana City,

Airavata lay prostrate, its head submerged beneath the lake waters, like an ostrich hiding its head, completely motionless.

The Ritual Master Immortal and the other deities also gathered around, surrounding White Elephant Airavata.

“Airavata!”

“It is your turn, the Mortal Realm needs you!”

The Ritual Master Immortal patted the part of Airavata’s back that rose above the water, urging it.

“Yes!”

“O Holy White Elephant, it has only been such a short time, how can you give up like this!”

Wind God Vayu squatted on the water’s surface, also chiming in.

Moan~

Waves rippled across the lake surface, and Airavata’s slender trunk emerged from the water, letting out a sad cry of grievance.

At the sound, Water God Varuna shook his head.

“Being a god, you can’t speak of weariness, now you are standing in for the Heavenly Emperor, ponder how grand that is!

We honor you just as we honor the Heavenly Emperor!”

Varuna spoke, spreading his hands.

Moan!

The six-tusked White Elephant Airavata let out a long cry, paying no heed to the other deities, and hurriedly dove back into the deep lake, leaving behind a group of deities in despair.

“The White Elephant refuses to act!”

“What do we do?”

Sun God Surya turned his head, looking towards the Ritual Master Immortal.

The Ritual Master Immortal pondered a moment.

“We have no choice but to awaken Indra now.

Vayu, go call the three most beautiful Apsaras here, I’ll take care of the rest.”

The Ritual Master Immortal patted his chest decisively and strode towards the lakeshore.

Vayu’s eyes lit up as he immediately responded.

“Alright!”