Chapter 623: Chapter 506: Thief Wan Xiang, Don’t Come Over Here! (6000-word Mega Chapter!)
Thunder roared!
The Divine Chariot raced forward, its wheels turning, enveloped in lightning and thunder, galloping within the Heavenly Realm.
Myriad Forms Immortal sat atop this Divine Chariot, cautiously inspecting the surrounding weapons.
Around him, giant hammers were embedded, resembling handles, flashing with pale blue lightning, forming fluttering banners.
Electric arcs danced around wildly, as if the fierce Ganesha were freely soaring.
"This chariot is somewhat dangerous!"
Myriad Forms Immortal sat with knees together, hands holding a gold pitcher, placed on his lap, blinking with nervousness.
The surrounding lightning dazzled him slightly.
Thunder roared!
After a while, the speed of the Divine Chariot finally slowed, descending and landing in front of Vishvakarman’s palace.
"Praise the tutor!"
"Oh, glorious tutor!"
"Please allow me to escort you inside!"
Modoli helped Myriad Forms Immortal down from the carriage framework, then pressed hands together in salutation to Myriad Forms Immortal.
Myriad Forms Immortal waved his hand, then immediately turned his back, clutching the water pitcher tightly.
"No need!"
"You should go back now!"
Myriad Forms Immortal said.
Modoli, gazing after the stooped figure of Myriad Forms Immortal, couldn’t help but appear thoughtful.
It seemed this Immortal greatly feared his own father!
In this place, he couldn’t even stand up straight.
"Tutor, are you sure you don’t need my help?"
"No, no!"
"Really?"
"Go back now!"
At Myriad Forms Immortal’s urging, Modoli drove the Divine Chariot, soaring up and vanished in an instant.
Whew~
Myriad Forms Immortal sighed deeply.
He turned around, watching the vanishing Divine Chariot, then looked down at the pitcher in his hands, revealing a slight smile.
It was finally over!
Next, he could go to the Golden City to find Lianmu, and then pass this power onto him.
Thinking this, Three-headed Thousand Forms suddenly felt relaxed.
He was about to move, holding the pitcher.
But just at that moment, a sharp cry suddenly rang out behind Myriad Forms Immortal.
Myriad Forms Immortal’s entire body shuddered.
This voice...
So familiar!
Myriad Forms Immortal’s eyes squinted slightly, slowly turned his head, and saw a stunningly beautiful woman with black hair.
This woman was dressed in a long, wide gold ’sari’, wrapping her beautiful shoulders, lined with a tight black ’choli’ top, her neck, wrists, and ankles adorned with gold bracelets.
As she moved, there was a crisp snapping sound.
"Mother!"
"I salute you!"
Myriad Forms Immortal swallowed, pressed his hands together, and looked nervously at his mother standing before him.
The arrival was indeed his mother!
"Myriad!"
"I heard you went to sacrifice to the Heavenly Gods and pray for them to gain power!"
The wife of Vishvakarman spoke.
"!!!"
[Myriad Forms Immortal] suddenly froze.
He anxiously rubbed his hands together, his fingertips caressing the gold pot in his hand.
"Mother!"
"What’s wrong?"
[Myriad Forms Immortal] poked out his head and carefully inquired.
He blinked nervously, sweat streaming down his back, could it be that his secret assistance to the Asuras had been discovered?
Thinking thus, [Myriad Forms Immortal] swallowed hard and clasped his hands together.
"Mother!"
"I devoted my heart and soul to this sacrifice, which took a great toll on me, but I believe that with this, the Devas will gain strength and will surely fend off the Asuras."
[Myriad Forms Immortal] said.
Hearing Myriad Forms Immortal’s words, his mother slightly raised her eyebrows, her expression gradually turning stern.
"Myriad Forms!"
"My child!"
"You came into this world, and even if your father granted you life, your flesh still comes from me, your blood also flows with mine, flows with the Asura blood. How can you not help your uncles and yet be so cruel to them!"
[Wife of Vishvakarman] shook her head, her hair flying about, and rebuked in a stern voice.
"..."
"Huh?"
Myriad Forms Immortal was momentarily speechless.
He widened his eyes in surprise, looking at his mother, was this really how she felt?
But that’s right!
His mother was also an Asura, the daughter of Dhara, it was only natural for her to side with the Asuras.
"Mother!"
"I..."
Myriad Forms Immortal’s thoughts were in disarray; he was just about to open his mouth to explain.
Whoosh!
[Wife of Vishvakarman] glanced around and then stepped closer to whisper into Myriad Forms Immortals’ ear, "Myriad Forms, my son, with the wisdom of your three heads, you should protect your uncles."
"In the next sacrifice, you must allocate some of your power to your uncles."
[Wife of Vishvakarman] said.
"..."
Myriad Forms Immortal involuntarily drew in a sharp breath, looking at his mother in shock.
This plan of his to be an undercover agent was supposed to be secret!
How did his mother know about it?
"Mother, how did you come up with this plan?"
Myriad Forms Immortal tilted his head slightly and asked.
"You are a Heavenly God Tutor, what’s there to wonder about!" [Wife of Vishvakarman] replied naturally.
"Right!"
"Heavenly Emperor Indra gave your father an arm, and this arm possesses great power!"
"Your father plans to forge a Divine Artifact with this arm."
"You must take this Divine Artifact and give it to your uncles!"
[Wife of Vishvakarman] continued.
Divine Artifact?
Myriad Forms Immortal blinked.
His left head let out a hiccup, eyes filled with intoxication, chuckling, "Mother is right, possessing such a Divine Artifact will definitely make the Asuras stronger."
The right head’s eyes also sparkled like flames, akin to the cataclysmic fire, loudly declaring, "Seize it."
Their voices buzzed and resonated in the area.
"Yes, mother!"
