The Twin Horsemen, The Benevolent Devraj

Vishnu smiled faintly.

"Jostubha!"

"The Lotus Gem, this is the most precious gem, a symbol of reason, divinity, prosperity, and vastness!"

Vishnu spoke slowly.

As Vishnu's voice sounded, the Chintamani Jewel on his chest shone with a brilliant light, like the bright moon, like the morning sun, as if praying for the glory of the Supreme Lord.

This gem, named [Jostubha], hung dazzlingly on Vishnu's chest.

Hmph!

Golden-Eyed snorted in anger, turned his head aside, displeased.

What rotten luck!

Everything churned out was taken by the Trimurti!

Golden-Eyed was unhappy, and the other Asuras dared not speak.

At this moment, Golden-Eyed frowned, scanned the crowd behind him, and asked doubtfully, "Where is Prahlad? Why isn't he here!"

[Vajra Body] and [Vipralambha] both shook their heads.

They had not seen Prahlad either.

"King, I am here!" Prahlad flew out from among the many Asuras, descending with a forced smile. "I saw some Asuras behind me were losing strength, so I went to the back then."

Golden-Eyed glanced sideways at Prahlad, who was sweating on his forehead, and frowned with a cold snort.

"You are too lazy!"

"You sweated just dragging a snake's head, you will undergo Tapasya when we get back!"

With that, Golden-Eyed no longer paid attention to Prahlad and turned to look intently at the Devas.

Prahlad finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked coldly in the direction of the Devas.

"Indra?!"

Prahlad gritted his teeth silently.

Sukra's curse still echoed in his ears. His mind had gone blank then, and he didn't even know how he had returned to the Asura army.

At that time, the Devas and Asuras were still churning the Ocean of Milk.

He stood in the distance, observing Indra secretly the entire time.

To be honest, apart from pulling the snake's tail, this Indra was very diligent, working as if his life depended on it, and showed no intelligence at all.

Just a brute!

Thinking of this, Prahlad chuckled and shook his head.

"Indra, all brawn and no brain. He doesn't even conserve his strength to guard against us. He's nothing special!"

"Heh! As long as I become the Asura King, attack the Heavenly Realm, and kill Indra, the curse will not come true!"

"Master, I will not let your curse come true!"

Prahlad chuckled.

He extended his hand and proudly stroked his upturned mustache, pleased with his astonishing wisdom.

"Let's see, Airavata should be coming out soon!"

"My Tapasya is also only fifty years away from completion!"

Indra calculated the time in his mind.

Next, churning the Ocean of Milk, his mount Airavata should emerge.

As for the remaining items in the Ocean of Milk, they were White Horse Uchchaihshravas, the Wish-Fulfilling Divine Tree, Halahala, and Amrita.

Except for Amrita, Indra had no interest in anything else.

"Vishnu will definitely not let Amrita fall into the hands of the Asuras!"

"In that case, I might as well retreat a bit to avoid encountering Halahala."

Indra thought to himself.

Vishnu, if nothing else, was quite good to the Devas. It was with his help that the gods obtained Amrita.

Thinking this, Indra prepared to retreat.

"Devraj, where are you going?"

Surya tilted his head, asking curiously.

"Cough! Cough!"

"When churning the Ocean of Milk, I saw that the snake's tail at the very back was creating wind, and some Gandharvas couldn't hold onto these snake tails, losing their strength, so I'm going to help them!"

"Yes, exactly!"

As Indra spoke, he became more fluent, nodding as he said.

"Because… this?"

Surya, the Sun God, looked surprised.

He turned his head to look at the many Gandharvas behind him. Indeed, some Gandharvas had been flung away by the tail of Shesha churning the fragrant wind, and were injured.

They never cared about such things before!

"Devraj?!"

Moon God Soma's mouth widened, and he couldn't help but ask in confusion and shock.

Now that he had returned, his consciousness was still stuck in the period when he disappeared from the Heavenly Realm. He had no idea what had happened among the gods during that time.

What happened!

How many years had he disappeared? What had he missed?

The Priest Sage approached slowly.

His face was full of smiles, and he looked at Indra with approval, saying with emotion, "Then let the Ashvins go with you. They are the divine physicians and can help treat the Gandharvas behind them!"

"Then I'll go call them over!" Surya, the Sun God, said.

"Of course, the more the merrier!"

Indra nodded.

He just wanted to hide in the back, he hadn't thought that far ahead!

The Ashvins!

These two gods were named Sadhya and Dashra.

They were the gods of dawn and dusk, as well as divine physicians, and also the sons of Surya.

Soon, a pair of handsome young men walked up to Indra.

Their eyes sparkled, and they clasped their hands together, bowing their heads to Indra with reverence. "Praise the benevolent Devraj, only you thought of these warriors!"

Indra: "……"

Indra was momentarily speechless.

His skin was still too thin!

He coughed twice, held his head high, puffed out his chest, and raised his hand to tap his chest, saying to the Ashvins, "This is the responsibility of the Devraj. Let's go!"

"Praise the Devraj!"

"Praise the Devraj!"

Hearing this, the Ashvins' respect grew, and they followed Indra towards the Gandharvas.

"The Devraj is truly compassionate!"

The Priest Sage watched this scene from afar, feeling emotional. He took out his book and continued to write: "The compassionate Devraj Indra, he sent the Ashvins, bestowing medicine upon the Gandharvas, bringing warmth…"

Soon, both sides were ready once more.

The gods and the Asuras gathered at the serpent's head and tail, and once again began the great undertaking of churning the Ocean of Milk.

"Soldiers of the Asuras!"

"Let the celestial gods see your strength, seize the treasures from the Ocean of Milk. We are the true owners of the treasures in the Three Realms, and we are the only ones qualified to possess all of this!"

"I swear in the name of the Asura King, the treasures that are born next will surely be ours!"

Golden-Eyed rallied the many Asuras.

Although he was arrogant, he was not foolish. He had missed out on treasures twice. If he didn't boost morale, he might be the only one putting in effort.

Under his encouragement, the eyes of many Asuras lit up.

"Ours!"

"Ours!"

The many Asuras roared in unison, their momentum immense.

Indra gazed at the Asuras from afar, sighing. These Asuras really had a lot of spirit!

Not like his side…

"Benevolent Devraj, this humble one dedicates himself to you!"

A Gandharva warrior knelt on the ground, tears filling his eyes. He clasped his hands together, complex emotions of reverence and gratitude flowing in his gaze.

As he spoke, the Gandharva lowered his head, cupped Indra's feet in his hands, and placed them on his forehead, performing the ritual of touching the feet.

The other Gandharvas followed suit, crowding over.

Indra quickly helped the person up.

With hundreds of thousands of Gandharvas coming one after another, who knew when it would end. He might even complete his Tapasya of standing on one leg.

"This is what I should do!"

"Next, let's churn the Ocean of Milk!" Indra said.

Rumble!

Mandara Mountain spun continuously, its rocks like meteors, falling without end. A fierce fire burned on Mandara Mountain, scorching hot.

Thirty years later.

The Ocean of Milk was as viscous as honey!

Swish!

A white light suddenly shot out.

"One!"

The gods and Asuras all focused their attention, but just then, another white light swished out from the Ocean of Milk.

"No!"

"It's two!"