Chapter 370: Chapter 333: Going to Kailash, the Gift for My Father! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)
"How could you put a child in such danger!"
Indra strode forward, his tall frame advancing slowly.
His footsteps were heavy, thudding dully on the ground as his chest and large arms swept into the bead curtains, heading towards Soma on the couch.
At that moment, Rukshini wanted to step forward but was stopped by a hand from Anusuye.
Anusuye gave Rukshini a look, signaling her not to be impulsive.
As Soma’s mother, a mother filled with affection, she also did not want to see her grandson Buddha part from Soma so soon.
Why not see what Wise Indra was about to do?
Silence surrounded them!
Indra walked up to the couch of Soma, his tall and burly silhouette casting a shadow over Soma’s eyes.
Soma looked up to see a pitch-black face.
Black so profound! Black without any light!
"My dear friend, drink deeply... those who drink Soma..."
"What... what are you going to do!"
Soma drew back slightly.
Seeing Indra like this, he suddenly felt a bit scared!
In the past, Indra had always been cheerful when drinking with him. But his previous days as Heavenly Emperor had been a mess. Indra wasn’t angry, was he!
"I’ve decided to give you a chance!"
"To repent!"
Indra’s voice echoed.
Whoosh!
The next moment, a Vajra Pestle gleaming with cold light suddenly appeared, with thousands of sharp blades on it, making Soma nearly tear up from the chilling light.
Boom!!!
Bursts of lightning and the brilliance of it appearing like countless tiny Nagas racing along the Vajra Pestle.
Releasing a thunderous noise.
At this moment, Sun God Surya stood frozen in place, dumbstruck by the scene; his radiance blurred as if he couldn’t comprehend.
Fire God Agni was also very puzzled.
Was he going to take action?
"Could it be because of Buddha’s son that he is taking action?"
Fire God Agni’s face was full of astonishment.
Wind God Vayu blinked, thinking, "Could it be that Indra is dissatisfied with Soma’s actions while he was Heavenly Emperor?"
Water God Varuna blinked his eyes, his face filled with confusion.
"!!!"
Rukshini and the others were also extremely tense.
Their hands were tightly clenched together, and the twenty-eight women exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion and worry. If it were not for their mother Anusuye holding them back, they would have rushed forward.
Buddha tilted his head, standing there puzzled.
He was still a newly born child, not understanding why everyone was so nervous just because Indra had taken out a weapon.
"What is the Heavenly Emperor going to do?"
Buddha wondered aloud.
At that moment, Indra, holding the Vajra Pestle, lowered his head and gazed at Soma who was shrinking on the bed.
"Just right to test the blessing of Mahadeva!"
"However, hitting the head with this Vajra Pestle is going to hurt a lot!"
Indra thought to himself.
The blessing from Mahadeva would cause anyone struck on their head to recall their respective sins.
He glanced at the Vajra Pestle.
Hmm!
It did seem a bit too large!
The next moment, in Soma’s astonished gaze, the Vajra Pestle in Indra’s hand disappeared, replaced by a small golden rod.
"Rest assured!"
"It won’t hurt!"
Indra picked up the small golden rod, lowered his head, and gave Soma a slight smile.
Soma looked puzzled.
Then, the golden rod struck down on Soma’s head like a wood block being hit.
Clang!
A crisp sound suddenly erupted.
Soma’s body shuddered, and his pupils suddenly focused.
At that moment, a flood of memories burst forth—past incidents of him drenched in blood and the intense pain when he was cursed...
Beyond that, painful memories that were not his own assaulted him.
The stiff pain of his body gradually turning to stone; the oppressive feeling of being trapped like a child...
"Ahhh!"
Soma looked up, his eyes nearly popping out as he let out a scream.
Whoosh!
He suddenly straightened up like a zombie and sat up.
Rukshini and others immediately rushed over, hugged Soma, and looked at him worriedly, panic-stricken as they asked, "My lord, what’s wrong with you!"
Heave!
Heave!!!
Soma gasped for air and blinked his dry eyes, finally coming to his senses.
"It’s gone?"
Soma’s voice suddenly rose, filled with the joy of having survived a disaster.
After the golden rod hit his head, various painful memories had surged up all at once, but fortunately, they had disappeared in an instant.
"How was it!"
"Do you regret it now?"
Indra leaned in, tapping the golden rod lightly, and asked curiously.
He was quite curious about Soma’s recent experience!
This guy had just screamed in pain; he seemed to have suffered a lot, but now he had returned to normal so quickly—it didn’t seem like much to him.
"!!!"
Soma’s pupils contracted.
He took a deep breath, his face showing fear as he quickly spoke.
"You’re right!"
"The Heavenly Emperor is absolutely right!"
"A son is a father’s life, his only joy, his happiness is my happiness!"
Soma said.
Ah?
Buddha looked surprised.
He joined his hands together, staring incredulously at his own father, and exclaimed.
"Really?"
"But father, you seem not to like me!"
Buddha said joyfully.
Soma shook his head solemnly.
"My child! My child!"
"Why do you think so badly of me!"
"Which father doesn’t like his own son?"
Soma said.
As he spoke, his eyes twinkled, and he stealthily glanced at Indra but dared not continue speaking.
"Praise you!"
Buddha joyfully joined his hands together and looked excitedly at Soma.
Then he turned his head slightly and also looked respectfully at Indra, bursting into cheers with his arms wide open.
