Chapter 411: Chapter 366: Shiva’s Incarnation, It’s Not a Sin for a Man to Cry! (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
"Mahadeva!"
"The child form of the Master of Innocence!"
Vishnu slightly raised his head, muttering to himself.
At that moment, a slight smile appeared on his handsome face, illuminated by a gentle glow, reflecting off the ground like glaze, filled with purity.
It makes sense!
It makes a lot of sense indeed!
Whoosh!
Vishnu, smiling broadly with a gleam of surprise in his eyes, gazed at Indra.
"Indra!"
"You truly are full of wisdom!"
Vishnu’s eyes sparkled with delight, he did not skimp on his words of admiration.
This idea is fantastic!
Mahadeva will surely agree!
Whoosh!
Countless golden lights emerged around Vishnu, each light distinct like fireflies, fluttering out and instantly flying behind Shiva.
"Mahadeva!"
"The rage of Kali cannot be extinguished!"
"Her fury born from a mother’s love, only a child’s cry can dispel it!"
"Mahadeva, the benevolent Shambha!"
"Following the wise Indra’s narration, please take on a new form and transform into a crying child!"
"In your cries, the world shall be liberated from anger and return to order and tranquility!"
Vishnu lifted his head, speaking repeatedly.
At that time, Shiva raised his hand, using the Trishula to block Kali’s twin swords.
Clang!!!
The cold blade cleaved down, striking the shaft of the Trishula and emitting a clear sound. The blades flashed, as if tearing through the galaxy, causing the whole world to tremble violently.
"Not a single strike landed on Antaka!"
"Lady Master is still quite rational!"
Indra looked up and down, muttering under his breath.
Kali swung so many swords, yet every one of them struck the shaft, completely avoiding Antaka, who was tumbling up and down along with the Trishula.
Other than bleeding more profusely, he was almost unscathed.
"Lady Master truly loves her child deeply!"
Indra exclaimed.
Even in a rage, she remembered not to hit the child!
At this moment, Shiva also heard Vishnu’s words, he raised his head, his gaze intensifying as he watched his rampaging wife.
"Narayana, you are right!"
Shiva said softly.
His body instantly radiated golden light, his massive form swiftly shrinking.
At that moment, not only was Shiva’s body shrinking, but his age was reversing too, from adulthood he seemed to turn back the wheels of time, gradually transforming into a robust youth, a vibrant teenager.
Finally, Shiva became a little boy of about four or five years of age.
This little boy had three eyes and was clad in animal skins, chubby and extremely adorable.
Whoosh!
Little Shiva loosened his hold, instantly falling from the sky.
His tender face suddenly scrunched up, then he tilted back his head and opened his mouth wide, crying loudly.
With a thud, the Trishula was already let go, landing straight on the ground, causing Antaka to let out a painful groan.
Little Shiva also fell to the ground.
Wah-oo!
Waa-waa-woo!!!
"Mother!"
Little Shiva tilted back his head, his hair like tassels, bursting out in loud sobs.
As he cried, his mouth calling out ’Ma,’ it echoed over the land.
Whoosh!
The Devas glanced sideways.
"Mahadeva has truly changed!"
"Child!"
"Mahadeva has turned into a child!"
The Devas exclaimed in surprise.
Kashigyakya also widened her eyes, staring unblinkingly at the distant, loudly crying little Shiva, her heart filled with astonishment.
"Is this really my father?!"
Kashigyakya’s mouth hung open, uttering in disbelief.
Her father had really changed in an instant.
Without any hesitation at all!
Ax-wielding Rama looked at little Shiva, his eyes widening in shock.
How had his Supreme Lord turned into this?!
Vishnu’s eyes twinkled with mirth, his lips curling into a slight smile, his hands joined together, revealing a gentle grin.
"What a sacred and delightful form!"
"Praise be to the Master of Innocence!"
Vishnu smiled.
Goddess Lakshmi also slightly shook her head, her eyes sparkling, a joyful expression appearing on her beautiful face.
Indra was also watching this scene.
He looked up at Kali and saw a look of confusion suddenly appear on her face.
Kali turned her head from side to side, following the crying sounds and eventually lowered her head to look at the devastated land.
Her eyes widened, the blood-red in her eyes gradually faded, and the fury in her eyes dissipated, replaced by waves of pity and love.
Whoosh!
Kali’s body gradually shrank, her gaze fixed on little Shiva.
She stood motionless, stepping forward slowly towards little Shiva, the sharp double blades shimmering with silver light, dissolving into fragments and disappearing from there.
The fury in Kali’s eyes disappeared as she stepped forward.
She walked across the scarred land, past the upright Trishula, past the hanging Antaka, straight to little Shiva.
"Who are you?"
Kali murmured.
Little Shiva slightly lifted his head.
His crying ceased, the tears on his face disappeared, replaced instead by a lovely smile.
"Shiva!"
Little Shiva’s chubby face was full of smiles.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the blue skin disappeared, and wisdom gradually returned to those eyes, looking at little Shiva with pity.
Parvati squatted down, her slender arms embracing, and instantly enveloped little Shiva in her arms
"It’s done!"
Murmured Indra.
He looked at little Shiva, astounded.
Some things had started because of Shiva, but Mahadeva was still very responsible, acting in the face of crisis as well!
After all...
The path of innocence is invincible, why shrink and call for mother again!
Now Shiva, facing his wife, truly changed as he said, and called "mother" as he said. Truly worthy of being the Master of Innocence.
Seeing this, Kashigyakya slightly opened her mouth, her face filled with surprise and confusion.
"It really has calmed down!"
"Can this really work?"
Kashigyakya blinked her eyes.
Vishnu, with a smile, slowly said, "Truly an auspicious moment."
His eyes gentle and his smile like sunflowers, he quietly looked at Indra and spoke, "Under the guidance of the wise, Mahadeva has already taken on a new form."
Vishnu’s gaze shifted, looking at little Shiva.
"This form shall have a name!"
"Batuk!"
Batuk! Batuk! Batuk!
Vishnu spoke slowly.
The voice layered upon itself, one after the other, drifting to all directions.
"This form shall protect the children of believers from the suffering of premature death!"
"Praise the wise Indra! Praise Batuk!"
Vishnu smiled.
His voice echoed everywhere, under the sky, along with the breeze, along with the water flow, gradually drifting far away.
"Praise the wise Indra! Praise Batuk!"
"Praise the wise Indra!"
"Praise Batuk!"
...
The Devas clasped their hands together, joyously praising.
Sun God Surya and Sani among others also looked delighted, looking up at the scene.
"Wonderful!"
"The Lady Master has calmed down!"
Surya shook his head, his eyes fixated on Indra, admiringly expressing, "Praise Indra! Truly wise to have thought of this method!"
Kashigyakya also shook her head.
"Praise the teacher!"
"The teacher is indeed full of wisdom!"
As Kashigyakya’s eyes gleamed, she admiringly said.
In such a crisis, to have solved it merely through a few gentle words, this is the power of wisdom.
Ax-wielding Rama clasped his hands together.
"Praise Batuk!"
Ax-wielding Rama spoke.
Having said that, he looked solemn, raising his head to look at little Shiva.
"My teacher is the invincible Mahadeva, how can he show such a weak form!"
