Exchange, I Am the Asura King!

"Was Indra really that kind of person?"

Vayu was stirred by what he had heard and could not help speaking up.

As the wind god, he was the vanguard and great general of the gods. He was extremely close to Indra, the god of war, and knew him well.

He had never expected Indra to be so eager for battle now!

"I'm coming!"

Vayu immediately stepped forward.

Surya wore a helpless expression. He exchanged a glance with Agni, sighed, shook his head, and followed after him.

Varuna froze.

He wanted to go to the serpent's head as well, but since all the gods had gone to the serpent's tail, he was too embarrassed to go the opposite way. He glanced at the distant Asura army, swallowed, and hurried after the others toward the serpent's tail.

On the other side.

"Come, we're going to the serpent's head!"

Golden-Eyed waved his hand and gave the order, preparing to set off.

He could not wait to seize the treasures churned out from the Ocean of Milk!

"Wait!"

Suddenly, the Asura general Prahlad stepped forward.

He looked like a middle-aged man. Golden Armor covered his towering body, brilliant as the morning glow and ringing like shattered mirrors.

"They chose too decisively. They went straight for the serpent's tail. I suspect there's a plot here. I propose we exchange positions with the gods. Let them go to the serpent's head while we take the serpent's tail!"

Prahlad narrowed his eyes and stared at the distant gods as he analyzed the situation.

At those words, the Asura Mentor Sukra frowned.

A trace of suspicion flashed through his calm eyes.

"That's right!"

"Shesha has coiled his body around Mandara Mountain. When both sides pull, Shesha will certainly feel pain and breathe fire, burning our army."

"We must exchange positions with the gods!"

Sukra analyzed.

Hearing Sukra's analysis, the many Asuras suddenly understood.

Golden-Eyed sneered and waved his hand dismissively.

"What can mere serpent venom and Serpent Fire do? You are Asura warriors. Are you afraid?!"

Golden-Eyed's gaze swept over his surroundings.

Prahlad said nothing more.

Sukra's face lengthened, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

The Asura general Vipralambha looked hesitant. In the end, he stepped forward and cautiously said, "My son Rahu is skilled in maya illusions. Perhaps he can transform into a god and investigate in secret."

"There's no need!"

Golden-Eyed's eyes widened, his beard bristled, and with a wave of his hand, he directly rejected Vipralambha's suggestion.

"As long as I am here, these gods can never win!"

"I am the Asura King. Even Vishnu cannot kill me. I am victory! I am glory!"

"You only need to obey my commands!"

"Move!"

The Golden-Eyed Asura King waved his hand and immediately summoned the Asura army to head toward Shesha's head.

"Stop at once, ignorant Golden-Eyed! Keep this up, and one day you will die to your own arrogance!"

Sukra shouted angrily.

"Mentor, I respect you, but that is no reason for you to interfere with my orders."

"I am the Asura King!"

Golden-Eyed snorted coldly. He stepped upon the Ocean of Milk, crushing the waves with thunderous booms, then turned and left.

Sukra's face darkened. He was so furious that he could not speak.

"Hm?!"

Indra rubbed his eyes, raised a hand to his brow, and looked into the distance.

The vast Asura army had already set off toward the serpent's head like countless slanting raindrops.

That was not right!

Weren't these Asuras supposed to come and exchange positions according to the legends?

Why were they being so straightforward now?!

"Oh? Wonderful! They went toward the serpent's head!"

Surya was ecstatic.

"That works too! That's good too!"

Vayu nodded, and he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The corners of Agni and Varuna's mouths lifted, and delighted smiles appeared on their faces.

Wonderful!

With the Asuras at the serpent's head, they would have to endure Shesha's deadly venom and flames.

Indra looked disappointed.

It seemed he could not accelerate his arduous cultivation!

In the Three Realms, one could obtain the Power of Arduous Cultivation through cultivation. If one undertook even harsher ascetic trials, one could gain even more Power of Arduous Cultivation.

Forget it!

He would save it up slowly!

Indra shook his head. He joined the gods, looked at the vast, undulating scales that rose like enormous peaks, clicked his tongue softly, and transformed into his divine form.

Whoosh!

Indra's body shifted, and he transformed into an incomparably massive giant.

He had all four limbs, his entire body gleamed gold, and he possessed boundless strength. His eyes were like suns, radiating dazzling brilliance.

Ahead of him, Agni transformed as well. Dressed in black, he had four arms, three heads, and seven tongues, with billowing smoke curling around his body.

Hm!

"I'm still more handsome!"

Indra nodded.

The many gods revealed their forms.

The Asuras had also all transformed, becoming giants, aquatic monsters, three-headed dragon-serpents, and more.

At that moment, Indra looked down. The once vast and mighty scales no longer seemed as enormous in his eyes as before.

He raised both hands and stood on the left side of the serpent's tail. With his right arm, he hugged the tail and clasped it against his waist.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of gods and Asuras moved together, gripping the body of Thousand-headed Serpent King Shesha and beginning to churn.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Shesha's body remained coiled around Mandara Mountain, twisting without end.

The enormous Mandara Mountain, supported by the divine turtle, slowly began rotating as well, vigorously churning the Ocean of Milk.

Splash!

The waves surged into the heavens, rolling endlessly. The entire Ocean of Milk seemed to ripple at that moment.

Indra already bore the title Son of Great Strength and possessed limitless power. Pulling this enormous serpent tail was not difficult for him.

However, churning the Ocean of Milk was a long process that would last at least several hundred years. By then, he would probably have little strength left.

His thoughts shifted as he sensed his arduous cultivation.

Below his lower abdomen, the Power of Arduous Cultivation danced wildly like lightning, steadily rising.

"The Power of Arduous Cultivation is increasing!"

Indra's eyes lit up.

At once, he clamped the serpent's tail tightly between his arms. He became even more motivated and began pulling with all his might.

As the saying went, no pain, no gain. Every ascetic hardship he endured could accumulate Power of Arduous Cultivation. In a sense, hard work truly brought rewards.

Indra was thrilled as he heaved and tugged at the serpent's tail.

The surrounding gods could not help admiring him when they saw this.

Even the king of the gods was working this hard!

They had to put on a show too.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of thousands of gods exerted themselves together, fiercely pulling the serpent's tail.

For a moment, Mandara Mountain slowly began shifting toward the gods.

How could that be allowed?!

Seeing this, Golden-Eyed immediately widened his furious eyes. He abruptly turned, glared coldly at the many Asuras behind him, and roared aloud.

"Pull harder!"

"Can't you even outpull those gods?"

Golden-Eyed shouted angrily.

The many Asuras shuddered. They looked fearfully at Golden-Eyed and began pulling the serpent's head with all their strength.

Golden-Eyed snorted coldly, tucked one serpent head beneath his arm, and twisted around to pull backward.

Hissss—roar!

The serpent head looked savage. It opened its mouth in agony, its tongue lashing wildly as blazing waves of fire and vicious Serpent Fire immediately burst forth toward Golden-Eyed's face.

What?!