Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

First came a fragrant cow, which then gave birth to the celestial maiden Brahma, the goddess of grain wine. Next came the great fragrant tree of Paradise, and the three-headed elephant that became Indra's mount, and so on.

"That moon suits me quite well... I see, is it finally my turn to make my appearance?"

Shiva, who was meditating with Gavial, opened his eyes and immediately noticed a moon rising from the Ocean of Milk. He immediately had the idea of ​​scooping it up and using it as an ornament on his forehead.

Shiva, naturally aware that only he could resolve the churning of the Ocean of Milk, had begun, and thus intervened. As he successfully removed it for decoration as intended, Vasuki, the great leader of the Naga gods who had remained unchanged for centuries, suddenly let out a mournful cry—

In addition to the efforts of the gods and the assistance of the two tribes, the life on Mount Mandarava also died due to the violent churning of the seawater. Over time, the pain of the churning caused Vasuki to vomit a large amount of venom.

This venom, besides causing Vasuki's pain, also caused the suffering of many lives on Mount Mandarava who died from its churning. With both combined, it generated a power capable of destroying the world. Shiva, who was taking the moon disc, was the first to sense it and naturally understood what he had to do this time.

Amidst the blinding light of the Ocean of Milk, a patch of darkness stands out—a venom capable of destroying the world along its path.

Shiva stood on the Ocean of Milk, raised his arm, gently gathered the venom into his palm, and drank it down in one gulp—

Something warm hit my face.

This venom was enough to destroy the world. Even Shiva, the god of form, was momentarily numb and forgot to choke his own throat to prevent the venom from entering his body. If the venom had entered his body through his throat, Shiva would have been in great pain and unable to practice asceticism.

But in the next instant, Shiva, with his eyes tightly closed, felt a hand grip his throat, successfully preventing the venom from entering his body.

When Shiva opened his eyes, as he was not surprised, it was indeed Gavia's outstretched hand.

"Thanks."

"It's okay."

Gavia looked at Shiva's throat, which had been burned bluish-purple by the venom.

In fact, this was destined, because Shiva's throat turned blue-purple from the venom during the churning of the Ocean of Milk, hence the world calls Shiva the Blue-Throated One.

"Alright, alright, now that you've finished your business, Shiva, go on your way. You and Sati have just gotten married, so spend more time together."

"how about you?"

"I?"

"Because you, Gavia, clearly don't need to get involved in the Ocean of Milk."

Shiva uttered similar words to those he had spoken to Vishnu when he saw Kavia helping Vibhasvata.

“This is the first time that all four of us have worked together, so I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”

"I see."

Shiva nodded gently and then left.

However, he also understood that Brahma would not have been able to come if it weren't for Gavia.

Now that all the preludes to churning the Ocean of Milk have been completed, all that remains is to quietly wait for the 'nectar of immortality' to emerge from it.

Soon, in the darkness, the light of the Ocean of Milk could barely reach its deepest point.

In this place devoid of light, a liquid, which would otherwise be indistinguishable but appears extremely white, like the incarnation of the Ocean of Milk, was created and rapidly moved upwards towards the Ocean of Milk during the churning process.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps it was the reward for the Asuras' hard work, or perhaps it was true that Indra had deceived Vishnu. In any case, after a thousand years of hardship, the nectar of immortality finally appeared, but it appeared on the side of the Asuras.

"My king! Ganlu is on our side!"

"Those years of hardship were definitely worth it."

"Hehehe".

As Vritra gazed at the immortal nectar around him, the thought that Indra and the Devas would only be able to watch in the future made him smile up to the widest extent.

“…You must kill Indra, Vritra.”

Dhāshṇa murmured to himself, and at the same time, Kama, who had finally managed to rest, suddenly noticed something strange about the weapon he had obtained earlier, the Arrow of Love.

But Vritra seemed to have heard Dhāshīta's words. His previously smug expression suddenly turned cold, and he said with some helplessness:

"Although I don't particularly like intrigue and scheming, but—"

At this point, the yellow-haired Asura King's expression turned violent.

"Indra brought this on himself, hee hee."

Actually, the nectar of immortality was not the last to appear. The last one to appear was a goddess sitting on a lotus, holding a lotus in her hand, who called herself the Goddess of Fortune. However, the excited Asuras and the Devadatta gods, who saw the nectar fall into the hands of their opponents, had no time to pay attention to these things.

If Lakshmi had appeared first, the two sides might have argued over who would possess her, but unfortunately the order was that the Immortal Dew came first, followed by Lakshmi.

Well, although it wasn't said outright, Indra knew that Vritra wouldn't be able to divide it equally as previously agreed, because the two races had been fighting for so many years, and even if they got it, they wouldn't actually share it with the Asuras.

Meanwhile, atop the mountain, Vishnu, having released his second incarnation, faced Kavia and then glanced at Lakshmi, feeling somewhat embarrassed... As for Brahma, he had already run home to bring Sudatta out to meet Kavia.

Well, he had already fallen in love with Lakshmi at first sight, and Lakshmi felt the same way.

But Vishnu doesn't have time to spend much time with his first love right now, because the complexities in his mind as the god of balance are rapidly spiraling into imbalance. In other words, it's time for him to step in and restore balance again.

"I'm sorry, Jixiang, please talk to Jiata first. I have other things to do."

After saying this, Vishnu hurriedly headed towards the place where the two races were still on the Ocean of Milk.

What happened next, Gavia understood as well: Vishnu transformed into the goddess of charm, Moses, the most beautiful goddess in India, directly captivating the Asuras, causing the Devas to seize the nectar in their hands and consume it to gain immortality.

Why not take action and instead choose to become Moses? That's a question for Vishnu himself to answer.

Overall, however, everything went very smoothly.

However, as Gavia gazed upon the two sides atop the high mountain at the Ocean of Milk, she suddenly noticed something—

Where did Indra, the God of Gods, go?

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Chapter 288 Moshe, the most beautiful goddess in India.

While Gavia was puzzled by the whereabouts of Indra, the king of gods, Vishnu, disguised as Moses, the goddess of charm, had already stunned all the Asuras.

How beautiful was Moshe, who was hailed as the most beautiful goddess in India?

To put it another way, in some versions, Moses' beauty makes Shiva lose his mind, and he frantically pursues Moses, who is an incarnation of Vishnu. Even Vishnu's return cannot persuade Shiva to remain calm. At this time, Shiva has already married Parvati.

In some versions, the two even achieved physical union, literally becoming Harihara, which means half Vishnu and half Shiva. The name is very straightforward, as "Hari" is an alternate name for Vishnu, and "Hara" is an alternate name for Shiva.

However, the union of the two, Harihara, was also necessary, because later a water monster blessed Brahma, and no one except the sons of Vishnu and Shiva could break the curse. Due to the gods, the two successfully gave birth to a child named Ayaphan.

However, the combination of two gods is not the limit in India; there is even an incarnation of three gods in one, named Daturiya.

However, unlike Harikara, Daturiya is not a direct physical union, but rather a manifestation of the three gods.

In short, the fact that Shiva, an ascetic, could be driven to madness by Moses is enough to prove the extent of her beauty.

It's perfectly normal for these Asuras to be drawn in and lose their rationality.

"Come here, Jia, how about a hug? I didn't expect even you to be attracted to me, this feeling is really..."

Moses, who was dancing among the Asuras, saw his friend Gavia suddenly appear in the Ocean of Milk. He was overjoyed and ran up to Gavia, hands on his hips, smiling.

Well, although it was a transformation, Vishnu really didn't expect his transformation to be so effective, which made him secretly quite pleased with himself.

Indeed, although Moses stopped dancing, the Asuras still watched him run as if they were in a trance.

"No need."

"Are you really not going to give me a hug? Jia, you won't get another chance like this~ This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so don't be shy. We can do anything besides hugs, I don't mind at all, why don't you give it a try?"

Moses gave him a cautious, probing look.

"By the way, Lakshmi should still be watching from up there."

It was probably because of the sudden mention of Lakshmi that Moses jumped up in fright, his hair getting tangled in his hands, causing him to let out a cute, pitiful scream of "Eee-ya!"

This made Gavia smile.

"You can continue dancing with Moses, I'm going to get to work."

"...Do something? What do you want to do?"

Moses pointed to his lips with a puzzled expression.

"Indra has just disappeared."

Gavia bowed her head toward the Ocean of Milk, saying, "I will now go and bring back our Heavenly Emperor."

In an instant, Gavia vanished as if dissolved into the world.

"Oh dear, Indra is gone! Oh, Indra is gone?!"

Only then did Moses, belatedly realizing what was happening, let out another adorable cry. Moses had originally wanted to go with Gavia to search for them, but then he remembered that the Devas had not yet obtained the treasure from the Asuras, so he couldn't leave to help Gavia and had to continue dancing...

Thinking this way, Moses's previously smiling face turned colder as he continued dancing, but for some reason the Asuras became even more engrossed.

……

The eerie blue flames spewing from the gates of the underworld stained everything in the pitch-black world.

The so-called "earth realm" is one of the three realms in Indian mythology, which is also the hell or underworld in various mythologies. It can be said that the reason why the Asuras and the Devas are fighting at this moment is entirely to drive each other down from Mount Meru, that is, from the heavenly realm to the earth realm.

With the rise of Buddhism, the various realms of the Three Realms were later differentiated into the various heavens.

In Buddhist conception, the three realms are the Desire Realm, the Form Realm, and the Formless Realm, which contain various heavens. From the description of their positions, the Desire Realm, which is located at the bottom of the three realms, was formerly the Earth Realm, and it contains the sixth heaven, namely the Paranirmitavasavartin Heaven.

"hateful……"

The azure flames unleashed unpredictable destructive power, which exploded within Indra's body and wreaked havoc.

It was practically the embodiment of an obstruction, preventing the blood in the Heavenly Emperor's body from flowing.

Even so, Indra was enveloped in countless bolts of lightning, radiating an oppressive aura that rivaled that of the gods.

The shockwaves generated by both forces every second were ravaging the land, which was shaken by the sheer brutality.

Every time there is close combat, the air is impacted.

It was as if the very meaning of the world was being struck. If it were an ordinary lesser god, the aftershocks of the impact alone would be enough to knock it unconscious. The thunderous roar resounded through the sky.

Every time the Asura King and the Heavenly Emperor's limbs moved, it tore the world apart like lightning. Dark blue flames and thunder appeared in the earth, and the earth, one of the three realms, shook violently like a fragile little house.

This is a battle of myths.

With a simple gesture, one can distort and madden the laws of nature.

Regarding Vritra, who had transformed into a dragon, Indra did not consider it a good thing to be embroiled in a protracted war.

Fighting her felt like an hour in a second. To survive the Asura King's violence—every move deadly, even a moment's thought required immense effort—only by desperately thinking, acting, and fighting could one have a sliver of hope for victory.

however--

"Ahem—"

Indra uncontrollably vomited blood clots from his mouth, and bright red blood flowed from his seven orifices, staining his face. At the same time, the skin all over his body cracked, and blood splattered, as if crystal had been broken. The internal damage was completely disproportionate to his external appearance.

"Vritra!"

This made Indra shout, but his cry sounded like a lament.

"Looks like the screams weren't enough."

As Vritra's words fell in the dark world, Indra collapsed backward, his body limp and spread out in a starfish shape.

Blue particles rose like wisps of steam from the crimson-dyed body.

That was the Asura energy belonging to Vritra, which was ravaging Indra's body.

"Ugh, you bastard..."

"That's right."

Furi, now in dragon form, stared at Indra with his ferocious golden eyes. "But...why? It's over already? So boring, so boring, so boring~"

The dragon Phritra grabbed Indra with his claws and made him stand with his feet pointing to the sky.

Indra offered almost no resistance, letting his opponent do as he pleased. With a tear from Vritra, there was a snap.

The Heavenly Emperor's arms were as thin as paper and were simply torn off.

"Hahahaha! This thing is way too light!"

But his severed arms quickly grew back, and blood splattered all over Indra's body again. Even though he had suffered such humiliation, he was still unable to resist. After Vritra seemed to have had his fill of playing with him, he forcefully slammed Indra to the ground, and a new pool of blood appeared once more.

Then, Vritra separated from the dragon's body, transformed into human form, and walked step by step toward Indra, who was no longer able to move.

"...If Vajra hadn't suddenly become unusable, how could I have possibly lost to you!"

Indra glared angrily at the smiling Vritra.