Chapter 624: Chapter 506: Thousands of Thief’s Forms, Don’t Come Over! (6000-Character Big Chapter!)_2
"I understand now!"
The Myriad Forms Immortal’s eyes sparkled.
"Good!"
"Truly my son!"
The wife of Vishwakarman shook her head, delightedly said.
Shua!
The Myriad Forms Immortal slightly raised his head, involuntarily looking toward the forge of Vishwakarman.
Suddenly, he shook his body, and the head that was drinking to his left flew up from his neck, with Maya’s Power surging out instantly, transforming into a gray long-tailed Garuda.
The Garuda, that is, a gray francolin!
The gray francolin flapped its wings, rising and falling, struggling to fly steadily while seemingly drunk.
"Oh no!"
"I can’t keep steady!"
Cried the gray francolin.
Upon hearing this, the Myriad Forms Immortal furrowed his brows.
This fellow really is drunk!
"I’ll do it!"
His right side’s head, which had blazing eyes, also disappeared, transformed under the power of the Maya Illusion Power, into a gray short-tailed Garuda.
The gray short-tailed Garuda, that is, a gray sparrow.
"Chirp~"
"I’ll lure away father!"
The gray sparrow rapidly flapped its wings, emitting a sharp sound, and suddenly rushed toward the forge of the Craft God Vishwakarman.
At that moment, the Great Craftsman Vishwakarman among the Devas stood before a mass of flames.
In the flames.
A withered arm was burning within, like a dripping pine, nearly melting.
Vishvakarman brought his hands together, mumbling under his breath.
Om! Om! Om!
As the gray sparrow approached, it felt a series of cosmic sounds, as if cleaving the heavens and splitting the earth.
These cosmic sounds were clear and rhythmic, with mysterious Sanskrit musical notes resonating, endowed with the Power of Sound, circling around the flames.
Sometimes passing through the flames and merging into the arm; sometimes flying out from it, creating ripples and circles, emitting sounds from ancient times.
Under the Power of Sound.
The arm had already begun to transform, becoming even more slender.
At a glance, it looked like a staff.
The gray sparrow’s eyes lit up.
It opened its beak, and a surge of blazing fire burst forth instantaneously, forming a massive fireball that headed toward Craft God Vishwakarman.
Boom!
The flames ascended, burning fiercely.
Craft God Vishwakarman quickly opened his eyes, and he swiftly turned his head, immediately seeing the approaching fireball.
"!!!"
What!
Craft God Vishwakarman’s eyes widened, instantly startled.
He swiftly turned over to dodge the fierce fire and then saw the chittering gray sparrow.
"O Great Craftsman of the Heavenly Realm!"
"You are actually forging a Divine Artifact, you will not succeed!"
The gray sparrow opened its beak, voiced out.
"!!!"
Craft God Vishwakarman’s pupils constricted.
"Maya Illusion Power?"
"What are you, daring to sneak into the Heavenly Realm using Maya’s Power, Rakshasa, Yaksha, or Asura!"
Vishvakarman exclaimed in shock.
As soon as he had spoken, the gray sparrow did not reply but opened its mouth again and spewed flames towards Vishvakarman.
"Great Craftsman!"
"Stop wasting your energy, even if you forge excellently, your creations cannot surpass the Maya Asura from Earth."
The gray sparrow flapped its wings, mocking again.
As the son of Vishvakarman, he knew well his father’s integrity and his pride as the Artisan God.
Upon hearing this, Vishvakarman flew into a rage.
His eyes turned blood red, as if possessed by the goddess Kali, his white hair and beard flying wildly, as if the light of Kailash was descending.
"What!"
"You say I am inferior to that Maya Asura!"
"Aside from his superior Maya Illusion Power, his forging skills are but a shallow stream compared to mine!"
"You visionless, blind follower! A coward who dares not reveal his true form with Maya’s Power! More foul and putrid than rotting flesh!"
Vishvakarman waved his great hand.
In that moment, his whole body suddenly lit up with golden brilliance, like a wormhole, from which various divine weapons slowly emerged.
A shimmering cold spear; a black, slender whip like a Naga; and a curled blade soft sword like the beautiful wings of Garuda...
Ping!!!
Divine weapons appeared in midair, emitting sounds crisp like ice springs.
Seeing this, the gray sparrow jolted, turned around and flapped its wings to fly away.
"Don’t run!"
Vishvakarman bellowed, charging forward.
Shoo! Shoo!
Two streaks of light instantly shot forth.
The next moment, the Myriad Forms Immortal and his mother appeared there.
"Well done, worthy of being my son!"
The wife of Vishvakarman said joyfully.
The Myriad Forms Immortal remained silent.
His eyes sparkled, intently looking at the slender arm burning in the flames, faintly discernible in the shape of a staff.
Swipe!
The Myriad Forms Immortal lifted his hand, fingers grasping.
The divine artifact, still being forged, immediately drifted out, crossing the fierce flames, and landed in his hand.
In an instant, the Myriad Forms Immortal’s eyes shone brightly.
Power!
He felt a tremendous force!
"This staff indeed is extraordinary; even though this divine artifact is not yet completed, its power is still mighty, possessing great potential, enough to intimidate the gods!"
The Myriad Forms Immortal said.
At this, he turned to his mother, folding his hands together and said, "Mother, I will take this divine artifact there right now."
Having said that, the Myriad Forms Immortal did not hesitate.
With a thought, he murmured and communicated through supernatural powers, conveying the message to the Asuras to come and meet him.
The next moment, he transformed into a beam of golden light and shot forth.
Shoo!
The Myriad Forms Immortal was exceedingly fast.
He instantly passed through the Heavenly Realm and entered the void.
The layers of space stacked upon each other, each space profoundly deep, seemingly connecting to various places across the world.
Soon, within this expanse of void.
Dukudha and Nijas, two brothers, appeared there.
