This woman was exquisitely beautiful.
Her face was peerlessly lovely, her jet-black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall.
Her skin was not snow-white but slightly dusky, radiating endless temptation like a sorceress.
Her waist was slender as a willow branch, and a golden-red gown cinched tightly around it before draping sensuously over her hips and swaying gently. Her face was so beautiful and her figure so alluring, yet her eyes were as innocent and spotless as a child's, pleading for protection.
Gulp!!!
At that moment, the hundreds of thousands of Asuras charging toward the Amrita came to an abrupt halt.
Their minds went blank, and they froze where they stood as though struck by a binding spell. Their eyes stared fixedly at the woman, their throats bobbing as they could not help swallowing.
I want her so badly!
I want to protect her so badly!
The hearts of countless Asuras burned.
"Such a perfect form of Maya! Flawless!"
"She is..."
Brahma's four heads moved in unison, all turning toward her. His eight eyes opened wide without blinking as they stared at that beautiful figure, and his flushed face grew even redder.
Mahadeva Shiva could not free himself either, involuntarily losing himself in Vishnu's beautiful incarnation.
"Mohini!"
"Her name is Mohini!"
Mahadeva Shiva seemed to see nothing but that beautiful figure, flames seemingly about to burst from his eyes.
Upon seeing her, all the gods froze in place as fire ignited in their hearts.
"!!!"
Indra glanced at the stunned gods around him. As if realizing something, he immediately lowered his head.
Could this be Mohini!
Vishnu's legendary female incarnation, the most beautiful being in the world!
As Vishnu's incarnation, this woman possessed the most beautiful illusion in the world. Even Shiva could not withstand Mohini's beauty.
Indra lowered his head and took a deep breath to calm himself.
"Hmm?"
"Why is my Power of Arduous Cultivation increasing so quickly!"
Suddenly, Indra discovered that the Power of Arduous Cultivation within him was rapidly growing in clusters like flames, rising higher and higher.
Refusing temptation could also increase the Power of Arduous Cultivation?!
Indra was slightly stunned.
Whoosh!
Simhika rushed into the Asura army, swiftly arriving beside Rahu and Vipralambha.
"My child, I got the Amrita. Let's drink it quickly!"
Overjoyed, Simhika held the Amrita Pot and hurried over to Rahu.
Bang!
Rahu raised his hand, but instead of taking the Amrita Pot, he shoved Simhika away. She staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
"Move aside. You're blocking me!"
Rahu snorted unhappily, not even turning his head as he stared straight ahead.
Simhika frowned, looking uncertainly at her son as she realized something was wrong.
She swept her gaze around and saw that every Asura nearby had frozen in place. Her heart tightened, and she hurriedly looked toward her husband, Vipralambha.
"Husband, what's wrong with all of you?!"
Simhika hurried to Vipralambha and grabbed his arm, about to shake him. But just as she pressed close to him, she suddenly felt something bump against her waist.
"Hmm?"
Simhika looked down and could not help covering her little mouth.
So big!
His linga was actually like a Vajra Pestle!
"Husband!"
Simhika hurriedly shook Vipralambha's shoulders.
But Vipralambha ignored her completely. His eyes remained fixed on the distance, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
"Could it be..."
Simhika looked bewildered and followed their gazes. A peerlessly beautiful figure was slowly approaching.
Her mind trembled!
The reason in Simhika's mind shattered!
So beautiful! So beautiful! So beautiful!
Simhika's eyes quivered. Like the other Asuras, she froze in place, her rosy lips slowly parting as a glistening strand of saliva slipped from her mouth and hung in the air.
Mohini approached gracefully. Like a temptress bewitching hearts, she lifted a lock of hair beside her cheek and brushed it behind her head.
"May I distribute this Amrita?"
Mohini blinked her beautiful eyes, revealing an innocent gaze as she pleaded.
A faint fragrance washed over them.
Simhika's cheeks reddened. She slurped and swallowed, then said hoarsely.
"Of course! Of course!"
"There is no one more perfect than you in this world. Not among the Asuras, the gods, or the Heavenly Maidens. Only you are qualified to share this Amrita with us!"
With intoxicated eyes, Simhika raised her hand and offered out the Amrita Pot.
"Thank you!"
Mohini bent slightly, blinked her beautiful eyes, and smiled as she hugged the Amrita Pot.
At that smile, the bodies of countless Asuras went weak.
"Mm!"
Simhika nodded heavily.
Watching Mohini fly into the distance, her eyes gleaming, Simhika could not help sighing. "What a polite, good child. Even her back is so beautiful!"
"Yes! So beautiful!"
"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as her!"
"Even a king could never possess such beauty!"
Countless Asuras stared fixedly at Mohini's retreating figure.
With a face like a spring flower and a smile upon her lips, Mohini flew straight over the battlefield atop the Ocean of Milk. Even Golden-Eyed merely watched the scene quietly.
Only when Mohini reached the stunned gods did she gracefully walk over to Indra.
"Lord of the Gods, I am Mohini. The Amrita Pot is for you!"
Mohini said with a light smile.
Her voice was like the chirping of fledgling birds in spring, tugging at the heartstrings and setting the listeners' hearts aflame.
Yet Indra had his eyes tightly shut. Stimulated by that voice, his entire body burned, and it seemed as though a voice in his heart was urging him to open his eyes, to look at her.
But he did not!
Indra nodded and raised both hands.
"Thank you. Please place it in my hands!"
Indra said after taking a deep breath.
There was a stretch of silence, followed by a cool touch, like a kitten's tail brushing over his skin and stirring his heart.
At last, a pot fell into Indra's hands.
"Lord of the Gods!"
"I hope we can meet again. Next time, you should open your eyes and look at me!"
A voice like a lark's rang out.
Only then did Indra let out a breath and slowly open his eyes.
Looking around, he saw that all the gods nearby wore disappointed expressions, anxiously looking left and right as though searching for Mohini.
"So beautiful! It felt like a dream! What was her name again? Do any of you remember?" Surya muttered.
"I forgot! I was too busy looking at her face!"
Agni shook his head.
"Too beautiful! Even the most beautiful Heavenly Maiden is far inferior to her. Not even my wife compares!"
Soma said.
The gods spoke one after another.
Indra shook his head and ignored them, calming himself as he sensed the Power of Arduous Cultivation within him.
"My Power of Arduous Cultivation increased by a full hundred years at once!"
"What kind of accelerator was that?!"
Indra was inwardly shocked as he sensed the Power of Arduous Cultivation within his body.
He had merely kept his eyes shut and not looked at Mohini at all, yet he had gained so much Power of Arduous Cultivation. It was unbelievable.
With a sigh in his heart, Indra lowered his head and looked at the golden pot in his hands.
The crystalline Amrita rippled within the golden pot, as though it contained boundless vitality.
"Amrita!"
"The Amrita of immortality is finally mine!"
Indra muttered to himself, his heart surging as he slowly lifted the golden pot to his lips.
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