shackles
Among the celestials, word had spread that Indra had killed Guangming Tian. This was a fight between a prince and a noble, one that commoners could not interfere in. Ultimately, the celestials sentenced Indra to hell, where he awaited his fate.
The place of imprisonment is an independent hollow space, isolated from the world. There are towering trees in the middle and gurgling water around it. However, from time to time, the red lotus fire burning from the abyss will burn the creatures in the sky.
Indra lay comfortably on the withered tree trunk, and the shadow of the lotus climbed up the steps like moss, covering the trunk of the giant tree.
The golden pupils on Indra's body showed a tendency to open, but it was just a slit, and then they closed as if they were afraid of the strong light.
"Theocracy, aristocracy, shackles..." The clear and melodious voice echoed in the empty nest.
He closed his eyes, but his spirit had already left his body, looking down at the structure of the cage from above. When he opened his golden pupils, he already had a rough idea in his mind.
Indra straightened his body slightly, and the chains on his wrists clattered. The chains were made by magic and could constantly change length, so they did not restrict Indra's movements.
After the fall of Guang Tian Tian, the Celestials imprisoned Indra under the pretext of "protection." He clearly remembered the faces of every Celestial being, and if they were allowed to rule the Celestials, they would likely face catastrophic destruction.
The Celestials need a true hero, one in a million.
Thinking of this, Indra recalled the little details of his past acquaintance with Ashura. In fact, he had deceived the innocent Ashura.
The breath of the abyss continued to spread up along with the water of Tianchi Lake, and the lotus flowers in it bloomed and faded, faded and bloomed again.
The blond boy knelt upright in the center of the altar with his eyes lowered. His skin was an almost transparent white, and his red lips looked even more rosy.
It wasn't until the gate above opened and the tall figure of Shanfatian appeared there, holding a scepter, that Indra opened his golden eyes and spoke softly, "Your Majesty, you have been watching there for a long time, but you have not appeared."
"I saw you infiltrate the blood into the lotus pond. The places where golden lotus flowers bloom are where your eyes and ears are. I want to know, what is your purpose in letting the lotus flowers bloom in the abyss?" The king, whose long hair had purple ends, was barefoot, not caring about the water stains that would wet his holy robes.
Shandharmati walked up to Indra, half-knelt down, and looked him in the eye.
"As expected, nothing can be hidden from you, Your Majesty." Emperor Shitian smiled helplessly. As his palm flipped, the first golden lotus appeared, followed by the second, the third... and more and more, filling the space around the two of them.
Shanfatian's expression changed, and he shouted sternly, "What are you doing?"
"My roots and tentacles have reached the abyss that even the gods dare not set foot in easily. I will become the eyes and ears of the celestial beings and present the true appearance of the abyss to them. From now on, people are no longer afraid of the abyss, but have something more terrifying." Indra said slowly.
As his words fell, Shanfatian suddenly saw countless Asuras digging under the abyss, and there were dark tentacles extending outwards.
"What are they digging?" asked Shanfa Tian.
"Spiritual energy. Asura wants to divert the Celestial Tribe's water to the Ghost Realm." Indra smiled knowingly. "Does he have a plan in mind? Or is he acting on impulse? That's unlike him."
"The despicable ghost tribe actually dares to covet spiritual energy. They must have some conspiracy." Shanfa Tiannu said.
"Your Majesty, don't be nervous. Asura just wants to plant lotus." Indra said.
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