Chapter 311 Blessing You, the Birth of the God of War! (Subscribe!)

Vishnu raises his divine right hand!

The palm of his right hand is facing Prajnaparamita, representing charity to the believers.

Rays of golden light flowed through the lines on Vishnu's palm, eventually converging into a ball and transforming into a golden beam of light that shone out and instantly landed on the top of Praharatha's head.

Golden light is pouring down upon your head! Blessings are bestowed on you!
"Praharada!"

"My devout believer!"

"Your piety, your faith, and your kindness are beyond measure. I bless you!"

Vishnu smiled.

At this moment, Vishnu's words of blessing reached Praharatha's ears, and he was deeply moved.

"Lord!"

"I don't have those worldly desires!"

"My ascetic practice is not for the sake of blessing, but for the sake of accompanying you and always being by your side!"

Praharatha clasped his hands together, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Vishnu's eyes were smiling.

He shook his head, lowered his eyes and looked at his believers, his tone deep.

"Praharata!"

“Your kindness is touching!”

"Your descendants may not be like this. Darkness and worry often accompany Ashura, but I also understand your concern and love for your descendants. A father loves his children just as he loves himself!"

"I bless you!"

"From now on, I will never kill your descendants until your bloodline becomes weak after the twenty-second generation!"

The blood is thin! The blood is thin! The blood is thin!
Vishnu's voice was calm, but it kept echoing and reaching Praharatha's ears.

"Lord!"

"Your duty is to protect the world and the Dharma!"

"How can I make sacrifices for my descendants? If they do bad things in the future, they should be punished!"

Praharatha shook his head with tears of emotion in his eyes.

He was very touched!

But he also didn't want to make things difficult for the Lord. After all, among the twenty-second generation of descendants, no matter how much they were guided to the right path, there would always be one who would have a brain seizure.

"This is my promise to you!"

Vishnu smiled.

His eyes were like dazzling blue lotus, magnificent and brilliant, gazing at his believers deeply and affectionately.

“Praise the Lord!”

Praharatha clasped his hands together and expressed his gratitude.

The golden light gradually shrank, wrapping around Vishnu's body, and then suddenly shrank, converged into a point, and disappeared into the courtyard in an instant.

Swish!
Praharatha put his hands together and slowly stood up from the ground.

He took a deep breath, moved his hands lightly, and adjusted his light red sacrificial robe. He walked to the dense Jambu tree, grabbed the walking stick leaning against the tree, walked to the small fenced courtyard, and prepared to close the door and leave.

"grandfather!"

Suddenly, a voice calling out came from behind Praharatha.

"!!!"

Praharatha's heart moved.

Swish!
The next moment, he turned around and saw a tall figure appearing behind him.

The visitor had a pair of dark eyes that were extremely deep, as if filled with wisdom like a king. He had a strong physique, a divine body that emitted a faint glow, and was as mighty as a god-warrior who had experienced many battles.

A pair of big arms is even more majestic.

Of course, what is more eye-catching is that his huge arms are holding a dark brown earthenware jar.

"My grandson!"

Bohraharada's eyes twinkled and he smiled.

The person who came was his grandson!
Son of Vairocana!

Boli!

Of course, it can also be called Pochi, which is the homonym of Boli.

Praharatha had a kind look in his eyes.

After his grandson was born, he completed his growth and entered youth within a day. He was born with supernatural powers and was quite intelligent.

"grandfather!"

"I'll bring you milk porridge!"

"Are you going out?"

[The one with the same name, Boli] glanced at his grandfather who was holding the walking stick, and could not help but put his hands together and asked his grandfather respectfully.

"I'm going to go out for a while, so you don't have to come anymore!"

Praharata smiled slightly.

He looked at his grandson with concern, speaking in a warm voice and smiling.

He still liked this grandson very much, but he didn't know why Vairocana named him Pali, since King Pali was still in the realm of Sudra.

Vairocana is still a subordinate of this king!

However, his grandson was indeed as powerful as King Pali and was a very strong Asura.

The powerful Asura...

[Palasharata] was moved and thought of the blessing bestowed upon him by the Lord.

"Boli!"

“What is your dream?”

Praharatha asked tentatively.

Hearing this, [the one with the same name, Boli] slightly raised his head.

His eyes flickered like bright stars, as if he was looking into the distant time and space.

"I don't know why my father gave me this name, but I feel like I have always lived in the shadow of that King Pali!"

"I want to be famous!"

"Prove myself!"

[The one with the same name, Boli] had a distant look in his eyes and murmured.

"..."

Praharada frowned and pursed his lips, looking sad and in distress.

This second generation of descendants seems to be a bit troublesome!
……

skyline.

Dhruva took the lead.

He stood on a giant vulture, his huge wings covering the sky, stirring up a foul-smelling wind, flying in the air, leading the army of the earth and charging straight up.

He was majestic, put his hands on his hips, raised his hand and pointed forward, and spoke.

"The gods are not in heaven!"

"Now that we have launched a surprise attack on the heaven, this heaven is already in our hands!"

"Charge!!!" Toraja Ashura turned his head, waved his hand and shouted.

Since he had received news about the gods from Maya Ashura, and since there was no one guarding the heavens at this time, now was the right time to launch a surprise attack on them.

In his eyes, the Asura army was mighty and powerful.

After years of recuperation, the Asuras in the underworld are now stronger and more numerous, with tens of millions of soldiers alone.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The Asuras broke through the void and rushed into the heaven.

Above the vast and clear sky.

The dark mass of Asuras has arrived, and the army is approaching and entering the heaven. The vast golden sky of countless miles comes into view.

"The king's guess was correct. There is no one in the heavens!"

"It's all thanks to the king's command!"

"we won!"

The short eldest of the five Asuras said excitedly.

Following this Asura's compliment, four of the five Asuras immediately followed suit and praised him.

"That's right!"

"As expected of you, you are the leader among the Asuras!"

"Great Taraka, the star of the night sky!"

There was a continuous stream of praise.

Among the Asura generals.

The brothers, Mari and Sumari, both holding their magic wands, glanced intently at the five Asuras.

They look down on these five guys!

But Taraka's wisdom and strength are indeed the best among the great Asuras.

"The king is truly wise!"

"Yes, it is indeed so!"

Mali and Sumali also said.

"Hmm hahaha!"

Taraka Ashura laughed loudly towards the sky.

Praise is worth celebrating!

The praise from the strong is naturally more exciting!
The blessing of these five Asuras is strange. As long as the five people hold hands and form a circle, they can turn into an indestructible mountain. People trapped in the circle will never be able to escape from the mountain.

The blessing of the two brothers, Mari and Sumari, is also very simple!
That is when in danger, they can call upon Shiva to protect them.

Simple, effective, and powerful!

Swish!
Taraji's eyes flickered as he glanced at these great Asuras.

These Asuras are powerful, but he will become even more powerful.

"The power of heaven!"

"I am coming!"

Toraja's eyes flickered with excitement.

Now he is the lord of the earth. If he can obtain the power of the heaven and the support of his father's Vajra body, he is confident that no one can defeat him.

……

In Jiluosha.

Da da da……

The face of the goddess Saraswati is kind.

In the afterglow of the snow-capped mountains, her dress shone with pure white, like flowing milk, pure and holy.

The slender white fingers gently plucked and played the veena, emitting beautiful notes.

“What auspicious music!”

Shenniu Nandi looked delighted and exclaimed with emotion.

He was holding a double-sided drum and a wooden stick, beating it continuously to the music, his eyes fixed on Shiva who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a happy smile on his face.

The gods held lotus flowers in their hands and began to chant.

The immortals including Tutija gathered together, stood in front of the huge linga stone pillar, clasped their hands together, and praised the sky.

"Om ~ Lord of Mercy!"

"A handsome and handsome man with three eyes!"

"With long curly hair, the daughter of the mountain king is by her side!"

"The Flame Linga penetrates the heaven and earth and connects the three realms!"

"Lord of Energy!"

"I meditate on you deeply! I meditate on you deeply~"

Rāshtra and other sages listened to the beautiful music, put their hands together, and chanted rhythmically in a low voice.

Ding~ding ding ding!
The fingers of the goddess Saraswati became more and more brisk, and the rapid music seemed like the call of labor, summoning the birth of the son of heaven.

Boom~Boom boom boom!
Shenniu Nandi clapped his hands quickly, and the sound of the drum gradually became more rapid.

"I bow down to the auspicious Lord, the Self-born Shiva~"

“Shangbo~Shangbo~Shangbo!!!”

Shangbo means happiness and joy!
The wonderful sound of happiness echoed all around.

Parvati was also infected!
She clasped her hands together, opened her beautiful eyes wide, and stared at Shiva, looking forward to the birth of her son.

"That Luoyan~That Luoyan!"

The bewitched sage Narada shook his head, and at this moment he could not help but want to join in the music, and his fingers fell, wanting to pluck the strings.

"quiet!"

Silence! Silence! Silence!

Indra's low roar suddenly sounded in the ears of the sage Narada.

"!!!"

Sage Narada suddenly opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Haha~
Indra smiled and shook his finger.

You're not allowed to attend music parties!
"That Radha!"

"If you sing, Datian might be happy, but others might not be happy, especially the mistress!"

"This is for your own good!"

"Shut up!"

Indra spoke in a deep and earnest voice.

"..."

The sage Narada opened his mouth, but tears welled up in his mouth and he couldn't say anything for a moment.

Indra smiled and turned his head.

He blinked, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked up at the sky.

It seems that Datian is about to give birth!
Divine light surged around Shiva's body and finally gathered at his chest, and a ball of golden light instantly shot out.

call out!
(End of this chapter)