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Guangmingtian was very satisfied with his self-knowledge. Being born arrogant, he would not think about the loopholes in Indra's words. He just thought that he had a sure win.
"You should withdraw, a prince of the Celestial Tribe. How can you be a servant in my palace?" Guangming Tiantian said disdainfully. "You should be enslaving those lowly ghosts to do such dirty work. One day, I will make that Asura kneel before me and submit to me!"
Hearing the word "Ashura", Indra stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly. "What did you just say?"
Guangming was intrigued by the prince's sudden rebellion, a move he had long been docile. He deliberately said something to provoke Indra: "It turns out we were wrong about you. You and that Asura are birds of a feather after all."
"Do you think we don't know what you're thinking? You want to protect him by staying away from him, but do you know what he's doing now? He's having fun with another woman, and he's just playing around with you!"
These rampant words were like knives, attacking Indra from all directions, stabbing him all over.
Indra's lips were pressed into a line, his eyes vibrating like golden lotuses as he looked up at the bright sky.
He stopped moving forward and turned back, his holy robe dragging on the ground, and his feet were bare. The two golden rings hanging from his ankles rose and fell, and as he walked, the slender and thin ring-like objects were also revealed.
When the person in the lotus pond realized something was wrong, the voice that was originally talking nonsense suddenly disappeared. He was unwilling to lower himself, and still maintained his original posture, staring at Indra with eyes like copper bells.
The blond boy was standing steadily on the water, stepping with lotus-like steps.
The water held him up, without getting his clothes wet at all.
The celestial beings are free to do whatever they want. As long as Indra is willing, he can keep himself pure and untainted.
Yet at this moment, he remained above the water, before the bright heaven. Indra lifted one foot and stepped on his shoulder, which had sunk into the lotus pond. Half of his foot sank into the water, leaving ripples.
"What a beautiful body." Guangming Tian was immersed in the fair and shiny beauty of Indra at this moment, his eyes filled with greed and desire.
Guangmingtian's infatuated gaze followed the leg all the way up, and he saw that the densely packed golden eyes on Indra's leg opened silently, maintaining a consistent arc as they looked at him.
"When the god of Trayastrimsa Heaven created my body, he gave it an enchanting quality. I once hated this power immensely. Now even the war god of the ghost clan bows down at my feet. What can you rely on to resist?" Indra said self-deprecatingly.
Guangmingtian, however, kissed Indra's body madly, as if possessed. He felt a strange stirring in his abdomen—the desires and emotions that were unique to humans, emotions that the Celestials were not supposed to possess. Now, it gushed out like a bursting dam, and he could no longer maintain a clear mind.
"Ask for mercy from me, you lowly insect, you tiny ant." Indra looked down at him with contempt.
"Please, give it to me, give it to me..." Guangming Tian hurriedly tried to grab Indra's body. He stood up, naked, and the red demon patterns on it had dimmed and were wet.
"God's will is that you don't deserve forgiveness." Emperor Shitian smiled, "Then die to atone for your sins."
Indra squatted down, his robes spilling out into the pool. He lifted Guangmingtian's chin and looked at his face, which was covered with corroded, golden lotus marks. His expression went from frenzy to calm, and finally, he died.
"Alas." Indra sighed softly, leaving Guangmingtian behind and leaning back to think. "I wonder who will judge my sins."
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