Chapter 622: Chapter 505: Resurrection Pond, The Tense Moment of Wanxiang! (10,000-word mega Chapter!)_6
Boom!
The Divine Chariot descended from the Heavenly Realm, passing through the Golden City and falling into the Mortal Realm, sweeping over the Silver City, entering the void leading to Earth, glancing at the Black Iron City before traversing the void, and returning to the stars once more.
Boom!!!
The wheels rotated, thundering like thunder.
[Modoli] stood before the chariot, his hands tightly gripping the reins.
His eyes slightly squinted, he gazed at the quietly revolving Golden City, driving the Divine Chariot once again toward the distant void.
As the charioteer of the Heavenly Emperor, he usually drove this chariot.
However, now that the Heavenly Emperor had been in his palace for several hundred years, this swift horse-drawn carriage was used to scout the situation of the triple city.
"Today is another peaceful day, eh!"
"Supratika!"
"Let’s go back!"
[Modoli] flicked the reins, and the divine horse Supratika immediately stepped forward, treading thunder and lightning in the void, heading toward the Heavenly Realm.
Whoosh!
Before long, he had returned to the Heavenly Realm.
The divine horse walked in the air.
Soon, [Modoli] arrived in front of a massive altar.
This altar was tremendously large, both in length and width spanning numerous yojanas, all gold in color and forged from gold, with layers upon layers of steps, as if leading to Brahmaloka.
Many Devas manifested their sacred forms, gathered around this altar.
"Om~ Praise Lord Brahma!"
"Om~ Praise Lord Narayana!"
"Om~ Praise Lord Mahadeva!"
Chants of praise echoed around.
The Myriad Forms Immortal sat cross-legged before the Fire Sacrifice, staring at the burning fire in front of him, grabbing a handful of turmeric powder, and throwing it into the flames.
Boom!
The sacrificial fire blazed fiercely!
The light of the flames shone in all directions, the Myriad Forms Immortal’s eyes narrowed slightly, his head bowed and hands gently pressed together, a ball of golden Divine Light flew out from the flames and fell into his hands.
"The power gained from the sacrifice!"
The Myriad Forms Immortal’s eyes twinkled.
He glanced left and right, eyeing the Devas who were intently offering their praise all around him.
Swish!
With a flick of his finger, waving his arms, he instantly divided a large portion of the power from the golden light ball, roughly two-thirds, and concealed it in his water bottle.
"Praise the Devas!"
The Myriad Forms Immortal pressed his hands together.
The next moment, the remaining golden Divine Light he had divided exploded like fireworks, blossoming like marigolds, emitting a dazzling light, falling on the heads of the deities.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Divine Power poured into the bodies of the many Devas!
The Devas opened their eyes wide, sensing the power inside them, and their faces lit up with surprise.
"The universal sacrifice is finally complete!"
"Ah! I can feel it, I can feel my power growing stronger!"
"I feel it too, my power is increasing!"
"Huh? Why has it stopped?"
"Is the power gone? Did the power from this sacrifice run out so quickly?"
The Devas were initially overjoyed.
After years of sacrifice, the results were undoubtedly exhilarating and joyful!
But...
This time, the power from the sacrifice seemed limited!
The Devas all showed puzzled expressions and looked at each other in confusion.
"Could it be that our praises were not devout enough?"
Surrounded by a hazy aura, the Sun God Surya looked puzzled.
"Perhaps?"
"I’m a bit worried about the Asura matter, couldn’t calm down."
Fire God Agni blinked, opening his mouth somewhat embarrassingly.
In this ceremony, he indeed hadn’t been able to calm down, perhaps because of that, the power feedback after the sacrifice wasn’t as plentiful.
Thud thud thud!
Myriad Forms Immortal strode forward with large steps, slowly approaching the Devas.
At this moment, his face slightly stern, his steps heavy, he took a deep breath.
"This sacrifice truly took its toll on one’s spirit!"
"Next, I need to go home to quiet my mind and settle down, during this period please do not disturb me."
Myriad Forms Immortal gestured with his hand, speaking.
Having said that, holding a golden pot, he turned to leave without looking back.
But just then, a large arm blocked Myriad Forms Immortal’s path, instantly stopping him in his tracks.
"!!!"
Myriad Forms Immortal’s body trembled, frozen in place instantly.
What’s going on?
Could it have been exposed?
Myriad Forms Immortal stiffened, slowly turning his head to look at the owner of the large arm—Fire God Agni.
Fire God Agni watched Myriad Forms Immortal with a smile.
He pressed his hands together in greeting, smiling as he spoke.
"Teacher ah!"
"If you’re going home, please ride in a chariot!"
"You are our teacher, so please ride the finest chariot, take the one driven by Modoli!"
"This is the Heavenly Emperor’s chariot, the Divine Chariot of Supratika, steered by the warrior Modoli of the Heavenly Realm."
"It’s the best chariot!"
Fire God Agni shook his head, speaking.
"..."
"No need!"
Myriad Forms Immortal replied with a smile.
Holding this golden pot, he could directly head to the triple city.
But if he got on this chariot, he would be taken back home, and he would certainly encounter his father Vishvakarman, at which point there might be unforeseen complications.
"How could that be!"
"You are our teacher!"
Wind God Vayu also shook his head.
Having said that, he lifted a pair of large arms, gripping Myriad Forms Immortal’s shoulders, helping and nearly pushing him onto the chariot.
"My brother Indra has always said, ’Respect your teachers and value their teaching!’"
"Teacher, you’ve been sacrificing for so long, you should take a good rest."
Wind God Vayu blinked.
The corner of his mouth curled into a smile as he spoke.
"..."
Myriad Forms Immortal’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, momentarily at a loss for words.
This is troublesome!
"Good!"
"You are truly my disciples, indeed the blood brothers of the wise, truly respectful of your teacher!"
Myriad Forms Immortal patted Vayu’s shoulder heavily, forcing out these words.
After speaking, he turned his head, closed his eyes, sat on the chariot, and held tightly to the golden pot, not letting go.
"It’s about to end!"
"Hopefully, when meeting father next, he won’t notice anything amiss!"
Myriad Forms Immortal inwardly muttered to himself.
