Chapter 640: Chapter 516: Amazing, Asura Dancer!
What!
Fenjin suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide open, staring at Vishnu as if they were the eyes of a dead fish.
He raised his large hand, the flames burning in his palm, emitting dazzling light.
Piercing to the eyes!
"What do you mean!"
Fenjin shouted loudly.
"!!"
Hearing this, Shiva’s eyes sharpened.
He saw Fenjin raising his hand towards Vishnu and immediately showed a look of shock and anger.
The lotus-eyed Vishnu smiled slightly, his handsome face wearing a warm smile, like a sunflower absorbing sunlight, the golden radiance illuminating all of Kailash.
"But my sister likes those who are skilled in dance!"
"Just as Indra said!"
"Let’s have a dance battle!"
"If one of you has superior dance skills, only then will you be worthy to become Parvati’s husband!"
Vishnu spread his arms, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Shiva gazed at Vishnu, shaking his head slightly, listening attentively to his words.
Brahma seemed contemplative.
Parvati’s fine eyebrows furrowed, looking anxiously at her brother, her eyes filled with confusion, not understanding the significance of her brother’s actions.
Indra shook his head, as if deep in thought.
They’re about to start dancing!
But Mahadeva Shiva is the king of dance, Fenjin would have to be a fool to agree.
Unless Fenjin is truly bewitched by beauty, blinded by grace.
"Alright!"
Alright! Alright! Alright!
Fenjin’s eyes gleamed, he hastily agreed.
He took a step forward, swallowed his saliva, excitedly began to speak, his hands rapidly rubbing in front of him, he couldn’t wait.
"Good, let me provide the music then!"
Vishnu shook his head, smiling.
"No!"
At this moment, Lianmu’s brows furrowed tightly, as he immediately stood up, rebuking sharply, "Even in a dance battle, you despicable Devas could cheat; we must be the ones to provide the music!"
He thumped his chest, like beating a drum, his gaze sword-sharp, piercing many Devas.
Lianmu actually spoke!
At these words, the Devas instantly grew angry.
They indeed occasionally overstepped, committing some misdeeds, but the Asuras did far more and were much more outrageous.
And they dared to accuse them!
"You shameless group of Asuras, deceitful and cunning, with evil hearts, harboring ill intentions!"
"Yes, you Asuras who regard deceit and deception as your nature, to speak so shamelessly!"
"You are the ones with imperfect souls, uneducated criminals, schemers with nefarious intentions!"
The Devas were enraged.
They clenched their fists, raised their arms, extended their fingers, pointing at the Asuras before them, cursing loudly.
Lianmu also could not help but laugh.
"This wedding disruption is an issue between Fenjin and Mahadeva, and we’re ensuring the fairness of the ritual!"
Lianmu said.
"Then why not let them provide their own musical accompaniment!"
"Wouldn’t that make it easier to determine the winner!"
Indra suddenly said with a smile.
Hearing this, Fenjin shook his head and said, "Okay!"
In this way, the winner could be determined more quickly!
Great!
Thinking this, Fenjin couldn’t help but smile, throwing a pleased glance at Indra.
This man is quite alright!
"No!"
A resounding voice came from Lianmu.
Huh?!
Fenjin frowned, looking displeasedly towards Lianmu.
This guy’s constant chatter is so annoying!
Lianmu’s gaze, however, was intense.
Mahadeva is the king of dance, and if he were to play his own music and start the Tandava Dance of Destruction, they’d be obliterated outside of the triple city.
Vishnu still wore a smile.
"In that case, let both the Devas and the Asuras provide the music!"
"Let Mahadeva and Fenjin dance to the music."
Vishnu smiled as he proposed.
Lianmu blinked, glanced at Fenjin, and then immediately transmitted a secret message.
"Fenjin!"
"When you dance, place your hand on the top of Mahadeva’s head, then you will be able to..."
Lianmu’s voice trailed off.
Fenjin turned his head irritably.
His eyes widened, glaring at Lianmu as if looking at a dead man.
"Enough!!"
"Stop your endless babbling, you barking wild dog, incessantly yapping in my ear, you’re irritating!"
"Just play the accompaniment properly later!"
Fenjin glared, rebuking loudly.
Under his gaze, Lianmu saw endless flames in the opponent’s eyes, he felt a deadly power that seemed ready to consume him at any moment, to burn him to ashes.
Hiss!
This fool!
Lianmu gasped, staggering backward, then was steadied by Xingmu and Dian Huan at his back.
Xingmu and Dian Huan looked displeased and were about to step forward to argue,
but they were immediately blocked by Lianmu’s outstretched arm.
"Big brother!!!"
Both of them looked at Lianmu together.
Lianmu turned his head, looked at his brothers, and transmitted a message, "We must use it now to destroy Mahadeva, wait until he is destroyed by his own power, and then we will deal with Fenjin."
"Next we must snatch the melody of this music from the hands of the Devas!"
"Let Fenjin move with the Power of Sound, dance, and place his hand on the top of Mahadeva’s head!"
The next moment, Lianmu looked towards Vishnu.
"Good, Destroyer of Motu, I agree with you!"
"We will play music together with the Devas!"
Lianmu immediately asserted.
As the words fell, he brought his hands together in front of his chest, and a small silhouette of the Golden City appeared instantly in his hands, the Golden City turning like a rotating wheel, gently spinning.
Swoosh!
In an instant, the Golden City phantom transformed into a Golden Drum.
The Golden Drum was round and plump, much like the Damaru Drum, with a slender golden shoulder strap binding the drum, slung across Lianmu’s shoulder.
His hands rested casually on either side of the drum, and he gently tapped it.
Boom! Boom!
Two reverberating drumbeats transmitted instantly, sounding like thunder, spreading throughout the entire world.
"Xingmu" and "Dian Huan" were set in motion as well.
In front of them, a large silver drum and a black drum appeared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The three drums sounded in unison.
In a flash, the three sounds merged into one, as if they triggered the tri-nature of the soul: goodness, sorrow, and darkness, causing them to fluctuate.
"Agni" couldn’t help but follow the dance, leaping on one foot and lightly bounding upwards.
His body undulated, his arms wide open, moving with the melody.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!
Shiva stood still, couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the Devas.
At this moment, Indra watched the dancing Agni and the now attentive Shiva, suddenly finding himself at a loss for words.
He actually didn’t know music!
Uh...
It seemed that was not entirely true!
Indra blinked, slightly pondering, lost in thought.
He did master one instrument after all!
Stomp!
At that time, the Devas also gathered around with serious looks, their gazes intent, earnestly watching Indra.
"Destroyer of Vritra!"
"If these Asuras want to challenge us in music, then let’s have a competition!"
"Let’s use these instruments that have been prepared in advance!"
The eyes of Sun God Surya were somber.
He gently brought his hands together, lightly flipped them open, and beams of light immediately emanated from his palms, shining in all directions like the sun.
"???"
Indra looked at Surya in surprise.
No way!
Could they possibly be thinking of the same thing?
Whoosh!
A flash of brilliance passed!
In the blink of an eye, a massive xylophone appeared in the hands of Surya, all black like a shoulder blade or the spread wing of a venomous snake, smooth and lustrous.
Beside it was a golden rod.
At the top of the rod was a speck of stardust, glittering brightly, seeming like a fragment of Surya himself.
A familiar sensation surged through Indra.
"Is this..."
"Vritra?"
Indra tilted his head, querying in astonishment.
Sun God Surya nodded earnestly.
"That’s right!"
"This is indeed the Vritra you once slayed, which has been crafted into this ’Lotus Fall’ xylophone by my father-in-law, the great artisan Vishvakarman."
"This rod has been forged from my fragments!"
"Let us use these instruments to defeat Agni!" Surya said in a deep voice.
The eyes of Fire God Agni burned with flames, as he declared, "Let us play the ’Lotus Fall’ to defeat Agni, and avenge the son of Vishvakarman, Three-headed Thousand Forms!"
"Yes, avenge our mentor!"
Wind God Vayu concurred.
"Avenge!"
Water God Varuna also clenched his fist, saying solemnly.
At this moment, amidst the echoing calls of the gods, Indra suddenly felt many hopes resting upon him; he was not fighting alone.
He was fired up!
Indra raised his hand, seizing the two musical instruments.
He shook his head, looking at all the Devas with somber faces, and said, "Let me share the power of these Divine Artifacts with you all!"
As he spoke, the Vritra xylophone and the rod of stardust in his hands radiated light.
Whoosh!!!
Illusions flickered from the two artifacts, falling into the hands of the Devas and then materializing solidly.
Now, every god held a xylophone and a rod in their hands.
The music sounded at once!
Da! Da! Da da da!
Da! Da!
Da da da!
The rhythmic melodies pierced through, crisp and resonant, countering the deafening sound of the great drums.
Shiva wore a smile.
Finally, he began to move; his right hand slowly raised and his left horizontally in front, lifting one leg in a Golden Rooster stance.
The next moment, his left foot stomped the ground fiercely, his body and head shaking.
Stomp!!!
Wild hair flew about, the spinning animal hide skirt revealing his wilderness.
Ssss ssss ssss!!!
Snake King Vasuki flicked his tongue, spreading his vast bony wings, twisting into the dance.
"!!!"
"Lianmu" watched the scene apprehensively.
He crouched, his hands moving continuously, beating the Golden Drum, with the boom booms echoing non-stop.
The Silver Drum and Black Iron Drum sounded in tune.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
A rapid succession of drumbeats vibrated incessantly.
"Agni," following the rhythm of the sounds, began to dance.
His palms waved ceaselessly, and the forces of time and death turned into flames, spreading paths of fire in the air with the swing of his arms.
"Agni’s" eyes fixated on Shiva.
His footsteps circled Shiva unendingly, with flames swirling up as if they were the Fire of the End of the World consuming everything, trapping Shiva within.
Da da!
Da da da!
Da da! Da da da!
Indra tapped the xylophone, the Sun’s power on the rod colliding with the black xylophone as if heralding the first light of dawn, instantly illuminating everything.
Where the light passed, countless lotuses fell from the sky.
Rustle rustle!
Pink, white, and golden lotus petals rained down ceaselessly, stunningly beautiful.
Amidst this music of the lotus and dance of fire, Shiva couldn’t help but reveal a smile, immersed in the dance.
Incredible!
Asura Dancer!
Incredible, O Music of the Devas!
In an instant, Shiva became even more intoxicated, his dancing becoming wilder!
He shook his body, opened his mouth wide, and roared to the heavens.
Wooooooo!!!
Forceful melodic powers of sound converged, mixing together like an unbreakable Vighna, steadily surrounding Shiva.
The auspicious power drove away the sound of the great drums.
Every time his foot touched the ground, a lotus bloomed instantly...
