Chapter 592: Chapter 493: Nijas’s Displeasure, Master of the Rope!
"Immortals!"
"Wise ascetics!"
"Why have you come?"
Vishnu’s face revealed a smile.
His smile was very serene, like a shepherd boy strolling through the fields, filled with contentment.
The eyes of many immortals shone brightly.
The Myriad Forms Immortal immediately stepped forward, brought his hands together in prayer, and spoke, "We have seen your maintaining aspect, and we have felt the light of liberation from the Heavenly Emperor Indra."
"Please summon Indra, and showcase your brilliance to us!"
The Myriad Forms Immortal said expectantly.
Upon hearing this, Vishnu tilted his head.
"Indra?"
"He was indeed in the Sea of Milk before, but now he has departed, and is not with me at this moment!"
Vishnu revealed a trace of a smile.
He blinked, glanced over the immortals gathered around, then his gaze sharpened as he looked at Narada, who was whispering to the immortals on both sides.
"Narada!"
"Since you are here, then lead them to Indra. Your footsteps have traversed the Three Realms; surely, you can find him!"
Vishnu said.
Upon hearing this, the Immortal Narada was momentarily stunned.
How would he know where the Heavenly Emperor was? Perhaps in the Heavenly Realm?
At that moment, Vishnu’s expression was kind.
He gently spoke, as if summoning, and called out a name: "Poluo Keluota!"
Whoosh!
With the sound of his call, a young figure draped in a scarf emerged.
"Praise be to the Supreme Lord!"
Poluo Keluota brought his hands together in prayer, stepped forward, and smiled at Vishnu.
Since the last time he broke free from the control of Sindura, his austere practice gradually became complete, and he finally fulfilled his wish to be received into Vighna by Vishnu, becoming a gatekeeper.
"Poluo Keluota!"
"How have you been in Vighna recently?"
Vishnu asked with a smile.
Poluo Keluota smiled with his hands pressed together in devotion, "Praise be to Narayana, to watch over a thousand gates for you is my supreme honor."
"Here I am content, as if inheriting the foundation of my father and family, utterly blissful."
The words of Poluo Keluota were earnest.
He truly felt honored to have this job!
The inheritance of a family was very important, but to be a doorkeeper for the Supreme Lord was far better than the position of the King of Asuras!
Vishnu shook his head, showing a look of approval and satisfaction.
"Poluo Keluota!"
"The happiness of a devotee is the happiness of the Supreme Lord!"
"It is your austere practice, not the inheritance of your family, that has brought you this happiness, which is also my happiness. Receive and welcome these immortals on my behalf!"
Vishnu said with a laugh.
Poluo Keluota brought his hands together, touched the tip of his fingers to his brow, signifying his command.
Whoosh!
Smiling, Vishnu radiated a hazy golden light, enveloping his body like a mist, then vanished from that spot.
Poluo Keluota took a deep breath.
He turned around to look at the group of immortals behind him, ready to treat them well.
This job was still quite challenging!
It was said that Narayana once had two gatekeepers, but because they offended the everlasting youth Immortal, sons of Brahma, they were cursed and reincarnated to leave Narayana’s side.
He had to handle this with care!
Poluo Keluota went to welcome the guests.
The countenance of the Myriad Forms Immortal changed slightly.
His body swayed, and abruptly, two additional heads sprouted to the left and right, taking on the aspect of three heads.
This was his true form!
The head in the middle was the most devout, reciting the Vedas, proficient in austere practice.
The head on the left was groggy, eyes hazy, head full of the aroma of Soma Wine; on the right, the head’s eyes were wide, the mouth open, with flames burning fiercely inside the gaping maw, like a surging rage.
"Austere practice is... hard... and futile!"
"Better... to go back and drink!"
"Burp~"
The left head sputtered, burping.
The right head’s eyes also ignited with flames, as it said in a deep voice, "We have waited here half a day, yet we do not receive respect!"
"My father is the Artisan God, my mother is the daughter of Dhara."
"My status among the immortals is noble!"
"Yet Poluo Keluota goes to greet others first instead of me."
"Despicable!"
The right head shouted angrily.
The middle head of the Myriad Forms Immortal shook from side to side, panicked. He quickly turned and strode towards the exterior of Vighna.
Whoosh!
He transformed into a streak of golden light, flickering as he flew away from Vighna.
Splash!
Above the Sea of Milk, the waves surged furiously, the water pitch-black, swirling with endless froth, forming countless bubbles.
The middle head of the Myriad Forms Immortal took a deep breath.
"Don’t talk nonsense!"
He glanced left and right, speaking out.
The visage of the Myriad Forms Immortal took on a solemn look.
As he was about to prepare to leave this place, a light suddenly appeared in the distance, like a falling morning star, swiftly flying towards him.
"This is..."
"Asura!"
The Myriad Forms Immortal furrowed his brow, murmuring.
In the next moment, the Asura swiftly descended, the light converging to form a tall figure.
This Asura was tall with dark armor.
His lean face bore a resolute and stern look, his brawny arms revealing muscles, resembling dark dragons or snakes, seemingly full of power.
"Nijas?"
The Myriad Forms Immortal said in surprise.
This man was not a stranger to him; on the contrary, he was quite familiar. After all, his mother was the daughter of Dhara, also the sister of Jin Chuang, only she married the Craft God Vishwakarman.
And Nijas too was an offspring of Dhara!
In a way, they were relatives, both carrying the bloodline of Dhara.
"Three-headed Thousand Forms!"
"Grandmother Dhara needs your help!"
Nijas stepped forward and spoke directly.
