Chapter 591: Chapter 492: The Master of the Rope, the Western Guardian!
"Death God’s Lasso?"
Indra murmured softly.
He held the Death God’s Lasso in his hand and saw golden thread spiraling into loops on it, shimmering like the reflection of the morning sun on the surface of the water at dawn.
A faint aura of death lingered within it.
"This is not of our world!"
Vishnu continued.
His parallel heads, resembling the cosmos that held everything, now all smiled slightly, revealing a trace of harmonious cheer.
This smile seemed to be reflected across the Three Realms.
Ooooo~
The milky ocean’s waves surged tumultuously, and as the froth passed through the Conch Shell, it emitted a prolonged and melodious sound that echoed throughout the entire world.
With the rise of this sacred sound, it seemed as though the entire Three Realms responded in kind.
Rustle rustle!
The trees extended and collided, producing a low humming sound of life; spring water flowed from mountain streams, gurgling as it passed over pebbles.
The sounds of countless lives converged here.
Indra looked ahead.
Among the many heads of Vishnu, he saw a bull bellowing proudly, a lion roaring softly, a frog croaking loudly, and swarms of fireflies flying about...
At this moment, Indra felt blessed in his soul.
Even though there was no music around him at present, the sound of it had already arisen in his heart. Simultaneously, rays of beautiful light shone before his eyes.
Indra lifted his head and couldn’t help but gaze at the radiant figure before him.
Whoosh!
He slowly raised both hands, then brought them together forcefully in a gesture of respect.
With a sizzle, a dazzling blue Dian Huan burst into existence, accompanied by a series of thunderous roars.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rumble!
"Prostration to Narayana! Supreme, my Narayana!"
"And to Sarasvati, who triumphs in song with apt response!"
A rhythmic deep voice followed.
"Oh Narayana, oh Narayana!"
Indra praised.
He saw a fervent radiance emanating from the body of Narayana before him, and it seemed like a crisp lotus stalk was growing out of his navel.
The pink bud gradually blossomed!
A faint pink glow twinkled in all directions, and ripples on the petals reflected an image of a four-faced, white-bearded silhouette.
The mighty form of Brahma appeared indistinctly atop the lotus.
"Praise to Narayana!"
Brahma’s eyes were kind.
He lifted a golden pitcher, reached into it, and with a scoop, sprinkled a stream of water forward.
The water poured forth like the Ganges, instantly entering Kailash and descending upon the coiled mass of jet-black hair, flowing down and then reaching the Mortal Realm.
Whoosh!
Shiva’s third eye on his forehead opened in an instant.
A look of joy and pleasure emerged in his eyes.
Shiva’s lips curled up at the corners as he looked upwards and couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh, saying, "Narayana!"
"Praise to Narayana!"
Shiva’s wrist flicked, and the Trishula began to quiver.
Tap tap tap tap tap...
The Damaru Drum hanging from the Trishula resounded, its joyful beats spreading across the Three Realms and echoing in the ears of all sentient beings.
"The tranquil self-image, resting on the Snake Bed!"
"From the navel blooms a lotus, the supreme sovereign!"
"Praise to Vishnu, dispelling all suffering!"
"Guardian lord of the world, removing every hardship!"
...
At this very moment, mortals, Rakshasa, Gandharva, Asura, and Dhara alike, all joined their hands in a song of praise.
Amidst this song of praise, Vishnu’s right hand emitted a flickering golden light.
Whoosh!
The light, like a pillar from heaven, shone forth and fell directly upon the lasso.
"I bestow a blessing!"
"Whoever is recognized by this lasso shall become the Guardian of the West."
Vishnu said with a smile.
His light of blessing descended like the light of the sun, permeating into the lasso without the slightest hindrance.
The Death God’s Lasso immediately lit up with brilliance.
Waves of golden ripples emerged within the lasso, undulating against each other.
Indra held the lasso.
He examined the rope in his hand, flipping it back and forth, and suddenly discovered that in his hands, the golden light vanished instantaneously, turning it utterly ordinary.
It looked just like half a bridle.
"..."
"Has it not recognized me?"
Indra cocked his head, murmuring.
Vishnu revealed a slight smile.
"O Destroyer of Castles!"
"This rope will add a brand-new Lila to the world, go and choose a master for this rope!"
Vishnu said with a laugh.
As soon as his words ended, the sacred cosmic symbol immediately disappeared, returning within the form of Vishnu.
His countenance was content as the radiance around his body contracted.
Swish!
Looking at Vishnu’s figure, Indra involuntarily lowered his gaze to the rope in his hand.
Choose a master?
Who should it be given to so as not to cause a dispute among the Devas?
Thinking thus, Indra’s heart moved, and he instantly decided to awaken the ’Death God’s Lasso’ and ask.
These treasures, as weapons of the Devas, all possess their own wisdom, such as the Mysterious Wheel of Sight, as well as the Vedas Scripture, whose wisdom is not only capable of speaking but can even be quite intelligent.
The Vedas Script is known as the "Veda Goddess."
Indra stealthily glanced at the Mysterious Wheel of Sight.
Swish!
Golden light shone in all directions, filled with a sacred aura.
He immediately felt the three natures of the Divine Wheel from within its radiance.
The three natures of sorrow, goodness, and darkness returned to their essence, part of itself, thus he could sense them with ease.
"This Mysterious Wheel of Sight must be very arrogant!"
Indra thought to himself.
With that thought, he stared intently at the ’Death God’s Lasso’ in his hand.
Swish!
The ’Death God’s Lasso’ slowly floated up as if it were a Naga gently rippling through the air.
"Great Narayana!"
"Indomitable Indra!"
"Praise!"
The voice of the ’Death God’s Lasso’ was deep and resonant, like the dark buffalo beneath the throne of Yama, emitting a low sound of homage.
The next moment,
Indra slightly lowered his eyes, pondering, "What kind of master do you seek?"
Just then, the ’Death God’s Lasso’ hovered in mid-air.
"Lord of the Devas! King of Gods! Ruler of the Three Realms! The powerful!"
"Please select a master for me!"
"I desire a master filled with wisdom, filled with strength, revered in the Three Realms!"
The ’Death God’s Lasso’ hovered in the air, speaking.
"..."
Indra slightly tilted his head.
Such words were too common, almost all the Devas met these criteria, who knew what kind of person this ’rope’ was looking for?
"I’ll take you back to the Heavenly Realm!"
"The Devas of the Heavenly Realm are revered in the Three Realms, full of virtue, the embodiment of the world!"
"Let them choose you!"
"And you choose them, to become your master!"
Indra said.
The ’Death God’s Lasso’ gently swayed, saying, "Of course, I am willing to heed your words."
As the words fell, the ’Death God’s Lasso’ immediately fell and landed in Indra’s hand.
Vishnu revealed a slight smile.
He watched the scene quietly and slowly said, "O Vajra Holder, join the Lila, and in the transformation of this Lila, in the transformation of Maya, you will feel the transformation of the Primordial Man!"
He slightly smiled.
Swish!
In an instant, Vishnu’s body emitted Divine Light and then disappeared from there.
His figure immediately appeared amidst Vighna.
"Narayana!"
"Great Narayana!"
"I praise you!"
In that moment, many voices of homage rang out, and numerous Immortals gathered around.
Vishnu was startled and looked at the many Immortals flocking towards him.
This is not good!
