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65: Chapter 65: The Griffon Transformation, Are You Scared?

(Seeking Monthly Pass) 65: Chapter 65: The Griffon Transformation, Are You Scared?

(Seeking Monthly Pass) Kailash.

Within the sacred and pristine space.

The clouds like snow, the sky like a sea, clear and unblemished.

A magnificent snow-capped mountain hung in the air, enormous and vast, with mountain ranges stretching endlessly.

As the abode of Mahadeva, and the sanctuary of ascetics, countless immortals and ascetics pursued the traces of Mahadeva beneath Kailash, engaging in rigorous spiritual disciplines.

Roar roar roar!

The roar of a lion resonated ceaselessly, immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

Immortal Tuoti Zhe stepped out of the Tranquil Forest, gazing towards the lion-man flying from a distance.

He had an ordinary looking face, black hair, and his visage bore a determined expression.

Dressed in an orange robe, his chest bare.

“This is bad!”

“Quickly, go and report to Mahadeva!”

Immortal Tuoti Zhe turned his head and shouted in alarm.

But in the middle of speaking, Narasimha had already arrived at the base of Mount Kailash.

Narasimha’s jaws dripped with saliva as his mane flew wildly, bloodlust and hunger surged in his heart, sensing a formidable force present here.

Kill!

Devour!

Roar roar roar!

With a low growl, Narasimha took large strides, ready to charge into Kailash.

Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation under his feet.

Narasimha looked down to see a tiny ant holding a staff, vigorously filing away at his toenails.

“You shall not enter Kailash!”

Immortal Tuoti Zhe said.

With a low growl, Narasimha lifted his foot and kicked, thunderously sending Immortal Tuoti Zhe flying, crashing down heavily.

Immortal Tuoti Zhe cried out in pain, collapsing limp on the ground.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Thud…

A series of urgent beats from the Damru Drum filled the air.

Shiva’s eyes glowed red, his right hand tightly gripping the Trishula, shaking incessantly.

The Damru Drum tied to the Trishula also swayed, emitting a rapid and furious sound that rippled and spread in all directions.

This sound traveled throughout the Three Realms, carrying an inexplicable rhythm, transmuting into various forces of destruction.

Waters surged, the earth cracked, volcanoes erupted…

Countless planets in the starry sky burst apart at this moment.

Mahadeva Shiva was enraged!

Immortal Tuoti Zhe was a devout follower of Shiva, who had performed penances for many years at Kailash, and yet, he had been struck by Narasimha, instantaneously provoking Shiva’s fury.

With bloodshot eyes, Shiva shook the Trishula in his right hand, the Damru Drum resounding ceaselessly.

With his left hand, he reached behind his head and fiercely pulled out a strand of hair, slamming it onto the ground.

Aha!!!

In an instant, the jet-black strand of hair shone brightly, radiating a destructive divinity as it thunderously hit the ground, transforming into a towering blue giant surrounded by numerous beams of golden light.

His entire body was azure, his beard and hair wild, with a string of ferocious severed heads hanging from his neck.

Virabhadra!

Shiva’s fury incarnate, Virabhadra, who once destroyed Daksha.

Virabhadra burst forth and began to battle with Narasimha.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Terrifying explosions ensued, drawing gazes from all around.

Goddess Lakshmi and Parvati watched intently as the two avatars clashed.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

At that moment, Brahma and Goddess Saraswati also descended, appearing swiftly at Mahadeva’s side.

“Mahadeva!”

“Narasimha’s anger grows unceasingly, his strength increasing with every being he devours.

Colliding with Virabhadra will trigger cosmic destruction, something Vishnu surely does not desire either.

You should not deploy Virabhadra.”

“Only the combination of human, beast, and bird can quell Narasimha!”

Brahma joined his hands in prayer, looking at Shiva and speaking.

Upon hearing this, Shiva fell silent.

Suppressing his anger, he lifted his hand once more.

He grasped another strand of hair, flung it, and as it gracefully fell, it immediately positioned itself before Narasimha.

Swoosh!

A mighty griffin avatar emerged.

Atop its head was a lion’s head, revealing a human body beneath, with four arms.

The robust torso was that of a lion’s body and limbs, and from its back, a pair of bird’s wings unfurled.

The Griffin Avatar!

Virabhadra looked at the griffin, seeing it emit a golden glow, within which the figure of Mahadeva Shiva appeared.

Virabhadra joined his hands in reverence, stepped back twice to give way in the battlefield, and then vanished.

Boom!

The griffin flapped its wings and crossed the space, instantly appearing in front of Narasimha.

Its lion claws pounced forward, pressing down on Narasimha’s chest and toppling him to the ground.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Narasimha was still roaring furiously.

Every roar shook the planets in the Three Realms, causing the magma to erupt thunderously.

Ao!

Ao!

Ao!

The griffin too opened its mouth wide, its fangs menacing, and roared back with equal ferocity.

Gold light flickered behind it, revealing the figure of Mahadeva Shiva, hoping to awaken Narasimha through this.

However…

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

Narasimha continued to roar, his heart filled with bloodlust and rage.

“Even Mahadeva can’t awaken Vishnu.”

“Husband, the situation is grave!”

The Salabhamvid Goddess blinked her beautiful eyes, showing a look of concern.

“If this continues, Narasimha’s power will only grow stronger.

Is the world really going to be destroyed?”

Brahma muttered to himself.

At this thought, he blinked, slightly stunned.

If the world were to be destroyed, wouldn’t he have to look for another job, toil and labor again, busy creating a new world, only to be pushed aside once it’s completed?

No, please no!

Brahma was getting panicky!

Shiva also had a grave expression on his face.

Goddess Parvati looked even more bewildered.

Her brother and her husband were fighting, which might lead to a cosmic disaster.

What should she do now?

In the midst of the Milk Sea.

Goddess Lakshmi’s face was full of worry, her hands tightly pressed together, staring unblinkingly at Narasimha, praying continuously in her heart.

“Husband, you must wake up!”

Goddess Lakshmi prayed.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Indra finally arrived at the battlefield.

He looked at the terrifying aftermath between Narasimha and the griffin, and his footsteps suddenly became firm; Narasimha had grown even stronger, and even he did not dare to approach the battlefield between the two.

Narasimha’s power couldn’t harm him!

But if he were thrown to the ground by the aftershocks of the other griffin, that would be a major embarrassment.

Indra looked on from a distance.

At this moment, not only did Indra see Narasimha, but Narasimha also saw Indra.

Roarrrrrr!!!

Narasimha, like a giant cat fallen into water, instantly let out a screeching howl and turned his head to flee.

The griffin took this opportunity to grab Narasimha’s arms, locking them in a hold and binding him tightly in an embrace.

Shiva’s eyes narrowed.

“Indra, Narasimha has developed fear of you.

My griffin incarnation can’t subdue him for long, go try to awaken him.”

Mahadeva Shiva’s voice echoed in Indra’s ears.

“…”

Indra opened his mouth slightly.

He looked towards the snow-capped Kailash and then at the fiercely struggling Narasimha, somewhat speechless.

He came to lend a hand, ready to beat up this Narasimha, but to awaken Vishnu within Narasimha, how would he know how to do that?

“Shall I try?”

Indra asked.

“Go ahead!”

Shiva’s voice conveyed.

He was unable to awaken Narasimha himself and could only let someone else try.

Indra sized up the furiously raging Narasimha and advanced slowly.

Shiva, Brahma, the Salabhamvid Goddess, and others all watched him closely, their eyes filled with seriousness, worry, or concern, waiting for the final outcome.

At this time, Indra was gradually approaching.

The roar of Narasimha grew louder and more thunderous, his terrifying call carrying the power of destruction, setting off chain reactions in everything around.

If it weren’t for Kailash, there would probably be volcanic eruptions as well.

Indra carefully observed Narasimha from all sides, his eyes concentrating as if he had seen something.

The next moment, he smiled.

“Are you scared?”