Chapter 342: Chapter 310: Bestowing You with Blessings, The Birth of the War God! (Please Subscribe!)
Vishnu raised his sacred right hand!
Above this divine right hand, the palm faced Poluo Keluota, representing the alms given to the devotee.
Streams of golden light, thin as silk, flowed from the lines on Vishnu’s palm, eventually converging into a bundle, transforming into a golden beam of light that shot out and instantly fell upon the crown of Poluo Keluota’s head.
The golden light sanctified him, blessings added to his body!
"Poluo Keluota!"
"My devout follower!"
"Your devotion, your faith, your kindness are all beyond measure, I bless you!"
Vishnu’s face was wreathed in a smile.
At that moment, Vishnu’s words of blessing entered the ears of Poluo Keluota, moving him immensely.
"Supreme Lord!"
"I have no such earthly desires!"
"My asceticism is not for blessings, but to accompany You, to always be by Your side!"
Poluo Keluota pressed his hands together, full of gratitude.
Vishnu’s eyes twinkled with mirth.
He shook his head and lowered his gaze to look at his follower, his tone deep.
"Poluo Keluota!"
"Your goodness moves me!"
"But your descendants may not be the same, and darkness and worries often accompany the Asura. I also understand your concern and love for your progeny, a father’s love for his children is like love for oneself!"
"I bestow my blessings on you!"
"From this moment forth, I shall never slay your bloodline, until after twenty-two generations have passed, when your lineage grows thin."
Lineage grows thin! Lineage grows thin! Lineage grows thin!
Vishnu’s voice was calm, yet echoed repeatedly, reaching into the ears of Poluo Keluota.
"Supreme Lord!"
"Your duty is to maintain the world and the Righteous Law!"
"How can you sacrifice for my descendants? If they do wrong in the future, they should be punished accordingly!"
Poluo Keluota shook his head, his eyes brimming with moved tears.
He was deeply touched!
But he also did not want to make things difficult for the Supreme Lord; after all, with twenty-two generations of descendants, there’s always bound to be one who strays from the path.
"That is my promise to you!"
Vishnu said with a laugh.
His eyes gleamed like dazzling blue lotuses, magnificent and splendid, gazing deeply and affectionately at his follower.
"Praise the Supreme Lord!"
Poluo Keluota pressed his hands together, expressing his gratitude.
Vishnu’s wisps of golden light gradually retracted, the radiance enveloping Vishnu all around. Then, it suddenly tightened to a point and vanished from the courtyard in an instant.
Whoosh!
Poluo Keluota pressed his hands together and slowly rose from the ground.
Drawing a deep breath, he lightly moved his hands to straighten the pale red robe of sacrifice. He walked under the lush Yanfuti Tree, grabbed the staff leaning against the tree, and approached the small fenced courtyard, ready to close the door and leave.
"Grandfather!"
Suddenly, a call came from behind Poluo Keluota.
"!!!"
Poluo Keluota’s heart stirred.
Whoosh!
The next moment, he turned his head and saw a tall figure already standing behind him.
The newcomer’s pair of pitch-black eyes were profound, as if filled with the wisdom of a king, his physique robust, his divine body radiating a faint glow, as majestic as a battle-hardened Celestial Warrior.
His arms, especially, were impressively stout.
What’s more eye-catching was that he held a dark brown earthen jar in his muscular embrace.
"My grandson!"
Poluo Keluota’s eyes sparkled, and he smiled.
The newcomer was indeed his grandson!
The son of Vairocana!
Bali!
Of course, he could also be called Pozhi, which sounds the same as Bali.
Poluo Keluota’s gaze was kind.
Since his grandson’s birth, he had grown into a youth within a single day, born with divine strength and considerable wisdom.
"Grandfather!"
"I’ve brought you milk porridge!"
"Are you going out?"
The Namesake Bali looked at his staff-holding grandfather, bringing his hands together respectfully and inquiring of his grandfather.
"I am about to go out for a while, perhaps for some time, so you need not come again after this!"
Poluo Keluota said with a slight smile.
He looked at his grandson with concern, his voice warm, continuing to smile.
He was quite fond of this grandson, just puzzled as to why Vairocana named him Bali, considering that King Bali was still in Sudra’s Realm.
After all, Vairocana was that king’s subordinate!
But this grandson of his was indeed like King Bali, full of strength, a very powerful Asura.
A powerful Asura...
Poluo Keluota’s heart leapt as he remembered the blessing given to him by the Supreme Lord.
"Bali!"
"Do you have any dreams?"
Poluo Keluota asked tentatively.
Upon hearing this, The Namesake Bali looked up slightly.
His eyes glittered like bright stars, seemingly gazing into the distant reaches of time.
"I don’t know why my father gave me this name, but I feel as though I’ve always lived in the shadow of that King Bali!"
"I want to make a name for myself!"
"Prove myself!"
The Namesake Bali mused with a distant gaze.
"..."
Poluo Keluota frowned and pursed his lips, his expression troubled, sinking into anxiety.
It looked like even the second generation was going to be a problem!
...
Heavenly Realm.
Tulaka led the charge.
He stood upon a gigantic vulture, mighty wings blotting out the sky, stirring up stench-laden foul winds, flying through the air, leading the army of the Earth Realm directly upwards.
He exuded an awe-inspiring presence, hands on hips, raising an arm to point afar, and proclaimed.
"The Devas are not in the Heavenly Realm!"
"Now that we launch a surprise attack on the Heavenly Realm, it’s as good as ours!"
"Charge!!!"
The Tulaka Asura turned his head to look back and bellowed with a wave of his hand.
Having learned from Maya Asura of the whereabouts of the Devas, the Heavenly Realm was unguarded. It was the perfect moment for a surprise attack on the Heavenly Realm.
In his eyes, the Asura army was vast and mighty.
After years of recuperation, the Asuras from the Earth had grown stronger and more numerous, with their soldiers alone numbering in the tens of millions.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The Asuras broke through the void one after another, rushing into the Heavenly Realm.
Above the vast and clear skies.
The dense Asura forces had already descended, the grand army pressing forward, entering the Heavenly Realm, and the boundless golden dome of the sky immediately came into view.
"The King’s guess was indeed correct, there is not a single person in the Heavenly Realm!"
"It’s all thanks to the King’s command!"
"We’ve won!"
The shortest elder among the five Asura brothers exclaimed excitedly.
Following this Asura’s flattery, the other four Asuras of the quintet also began to sing praises.
"Indeed!"
"Worthy of being the leader among the Asuras!"
"The great Tulaka, Star of the Night Sky!"
Praise after praise continued without end.
Among the Asura generals.
Moli and Sumoli, the brothers holding Divine Scepters, glanced with a concentrated gaze at these five Asura children.
They didn’t think much of these five!
But Tulaka’s wisdom and strength were indeed outstanding among the great Asuras.
"The King’s wisdom is indeed superb!"
"Yes, it is indeed so!"
Moli and Sumoli also followed suit.
"Hahaha!"
Tulaka Asura laughed heartily as he looked up to the sky.
Praise is worthy of joy!
The praise of the powerful is naturally even more thrilling!
The blessing of these five Asura children was strange; as long as the five held hands, forming a circle, they could become a mountain that was unbreakable. No one could possibly escape from the mountain once surrounded within the circle.
The blessing of the brothers Moli and Sumoli was also simple!
That was, when in danger, they could summon Shiva to protect them.
Simple, effective, and powerful!
Swish!
Tulaka’s gaze flickered, sweeping over these great Asuras.
These Asuras were very powerful, but he would become even more powerful.
"Power of the Heavens!"
"I am coming for you!"
Tulaka’s eyes shone with excitement that couldn’t be concealed.
He was now the Earth Realm’s Master, and if he could obtain the Power of the Heavens and the support of his father’s Vajra Body, then he was confident that no one could rival him.
...
In Kailash.
Tap tap tap...
The Goddess Saraswati had a warm and pleasant face.
Her dress, illuminated by the afterglow of the snow-capped mountains, shimmered pure white like the flow of milk, pure and holy.
Her jade-like fingers gently plucked, playing the Vina and releasing beautiful notes.
"What auspicious music!"
Shénniú Nándí’s face lit up with joy, exclaiming in admiration.
He hugged a large double-sided drum, holding a wooden stick, striking in time to the music without pause, while his gaze was fixed on the meditating Shiva, revealing a happy smile.
The Devas held lotus flowers and chanted in song.
Tuoti Zhe and other Immortals gathered together, standing before the gigantic Agni Linga pillar, their hands clasped in prayer, praising Mahadeva.
"Om~ Oh compassionate Lord!"
"With your majestic three-eyed visage!"
"Your long hair coiled high, partner of the Mountain King’s daughter beside you!"
"The Agni Linga, piercing heaven and earth, connecting the Three Realms!"
"Oh Lord of Energy!"
"I meditate deeply upon you! Deep meditation~"
Tuoti Zhe and the other Immortals listened to the wonderful music, their hands clasped, softly chanting in rhythm.
Ding~ Ding Ding Ding!
The Goddess Saraswati’s fingers became more agile, the urgent notes resounded like the call of labor, beckoning the birth of the Son of Mahadeva.
Dong~ Dong Dong Dong!
Shénniú Nándí hurriedly struck with both hands, the drumbeat growing more rapid.
"Prostrations to the auspicious Supreme Lord, self-born Shiva~"
"Shambha~ Shambha~ Shambha!!!"
Shambha, which stood for prosperity and happiness!
This blessed tune echoed all around.
Parvati was caught up in the excitement!
Her hands clasped, she opened her beautiful eyes wide, her gaze fixed on Shiva, anticipating her son’s birth.
"Narayana oh~ Narayana!"
The trickster sage Narada shook his head, unable to help himself from wanting to join this musical affair, reaching out to play the strings.
"Silence!"
Silence! Silence! Silence!
Indra’s stern voice suddenly rang in Narada’s ears.
"!!!"
Narada opened his mouth wide, but no sound emerged.
Hehe~
Indra smiled and gestured with his finger.
You are not allowed to join the party!
"Narada!"
"If you begin to sing, perhaps Mahadeva would be pleased, but others might not be, especially the Lady Master!"
"It’s for your own good!"
"Keep your mouth shut!"
Indra spoke gravely with a heavy tone.
"..."
Narada’s mouth moved, but he was speechless.
Indra turned his head with a smile.
He blinked, his gaze becoming intense, looking towards Mahadeva.
It seems Mahadeva is about to give birth!
Shiva was surrounded by Divine Light, which ultimately converged on his chest, and a golden orb of light shot out in an instant.
Whoosh!
