The Golden Bed's Fury, It's Growing (Seeking Readership)

"Quick!"

On the other side, the Golden Bed's expression was tense. He was practically leading the charge, leaving the main army far behind as he traversed layers of void and crossed space.

Bang!

As soon as the Golden Bed returned to the mortal realm, he shot towards the Asura Divine Palace like a shooting star chasing the moon.

He looked down, the scenery of the mortal realm flashing past his eyes.

But soon...

He discovered something was wrong!

It was quiet all around, and the vicinity was remarkably clean. There wasn't a trace of blood, no signs of any battle whatsoever.

"What?!"

The Golden Bed's face changed. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized something was amiss.

At this moment, as he arrived at the Asura Divine Palace, the figures of Prahlad and Vipralambha appeared in his gaze. The two were walking side-by-side, surrounded by a contingent of Asura guards.

Bang!

The Golden Bed descended from the sky like a shooting star, his knees unbent, crashing directly onto the ground and creating a large crater.

He abruptly waved his hand, and a strong wind surged out, dispersing the rising dust and smoke.

His golden gaze swept over the two figures before him.

Prahlad flinched and instinctively took half a step back.

"King?"

"Why have you returned?"

Vipralambha, looking confused, casually lifted a sleeve with one hand, bowed slightly, and greeted him.

These reactions were completely wrong!

Given all the signs, a furious suspicion bloomed in his heart.

The Golden Bed remained silent, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"The mortal realm... is it alright!"

The Golden Bed's voice was hoarse, squeezing the words out from his throat.

"King, everything is normal!"

Vipralambha replied.

The Golden Bed's face was grim. He didn't speak, turned around, and shot up into the sky.

Not long after, he descended into a palace like a shooting star. His steps were swift, and he rushed directly into the palace, where he saw a beautiful woman holding a child and breastfeeding it.

"Husband, you've returned victorious?"

"No wonder Prahlad suddenly stopped crying!"

The Asura woman looked up and saw the Golden Bed return. Her face was filled with surprise, and she gently rocked the child in her arms, her voice as cheerful as a lark's.

However, the Golden Bed's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with gloom, startling his wife.

"Indra!!"

"Indra!!"

"Indra!!!"

The Golden Bed's pupils turned blood red, his hair whipped wildly, and his powerful, terrifying body trembled slightly. His fists were clenched tightly, and he let out a furious, bloodthirsty roar.

He had been tricked!

Indra deserved to die! Deserved to die!

I'll kill you!

Boom!

The entire palace shook.

The Golden Bed shot up from the ground, instantly smashing through the palace and charging straight towards the Heavenly Realm.

At this moment, he was like a furious bull, transforming into a 'shooting star' and hurtling towards the Heavenly Realm. The humiliation and rage of being toyed with by an enemy filled his heart. The dark aspect of his tripartite nature, good, evil, and dark, gained the upper hand, spiraling out of control.

The Asura army, which had just returned, was also impacted by this calamonious, unstoppable 'shooting star,' like a statue falling to the ground with a corner chipped off.

The shockwave caused Sukra to lose his footing. He swayed as he watched the receding figure.

"Golden Bed!"

Sukra exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, Vipralambha also flew over rapidly.

"What's wrong with the King?!"

"Did he lose!"

Vipralambha was confused.

Sukra looked at the bewildered Vipralambha before him and asked, "Your son, Rahu, didn't return?!"

"Ah! My son is still alive?"

Vipralambha leaned back slightly, his eyes wide with surprise.

Sukra also realized something was wrong, understanding that he had been deceived by Indra.

Not only had the Golden Bed been deceived, but he had also been deceived by Indra, and had even gone along with it.

After being an Asura Mentor for so many years, he, who was usually so clever, had been tricked by the Devraj!

What a disgrace!

"!!!"

"Damn Devraj, he actually tricked us!"

Sukra's eyes were filled with rage as he roared. He then turned, raised the Serpent Cane, and angrily shouted at the Asura army behind him.

"Attack the Heavenly Realm!"

With that, Sukra flew into the sky.

The Asura army also moved out in full force, closely following him.

Vipralambha was left behind, utterly confused and bewildered.

"What happened?"

Boom!

The Golden Bed, filled with rage, crashed into the Heavenly Realm.

He fell like a meteor into this Heavenly Realm, scattering countless white clouds and letting out a deafening explosion.

"In! Dra!"

"Indra!"

The Golden Bed roared, tilting his head back.

On his golden-red body, his veins bulged continuously, like coiling Nagas, and his blood flowed like the rushing Ganges.

Terrifying shockwaves continuously impacted the surroundings, shattering countless white clouds.

However, the Heavenly Realm was empty!

No!

There was still something!

The Golden Bed gritted his teeth, his gaze shifting. In the center of the Heavenly Realm, above a vast expanse of empty white clouds, stood a golden throne, adorned with divine silk cushions and emitting a dazzling, colorful radiance.

His eyes bloodshot, he gritted his teeth in anger and strode towards the golden throne.

"Devraj!"

The Golden Bed roared.

He grabbed the sides of the golden throne, his arms unleashing divine power, like a mighty warrior lifting a bronze cauldron, and hoisted the throne high.

The golden throne was raised!

Divine light shone brightly, like a rainbow, like sunlight, like the trace of the moon, illuminating the Heavenly Realm.

The Golden Bed looked up at the golden throne, his body momentarily stilling.

Bang!

The Golden Bed snorted coldly and slammed the golden throne down. He then turned, flicked his robe, and sat down on the throne with a commanding posture.

A comfortable and pleasant sensation spread through his posterior!

"That despicable Indra, what right does he have to sit on such a fine throne? Those cowards who only know how to run!"

"The Heavenly Realm belongs to me now!"

The Golden Bed placed his hand on the throne, rubbing his backside from side to side as if playing with a new toy. His anger gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of disdain and triumph.

Big brother, what you couldn't achieve, I've now helped you accomplish!

The Golden Bed thought to himself.

He slowly closed his eyes, his power spreading out like ripples, gradually extending throughout the Heavenly Realm, as if merging with it.

The power of the Heavenly Realm was gradually gathered and returned to the Golden Bed's body.

At this moment, Sukra, leading the Asura army, arrived late.

"Golden Bed!"

Sukra saw the Golden Bed on the throne at a glance and could also feel the rapidly, explosively, and immensely increasing power emanating from him.

"My power is inexhaustible!"

"Hahaha!"

The Golden Bed's eyes snapped open, and he let out a burst of excited laughter.

His power surged within him, rushing to his head and making him feel incredibly exhilarated!

He spread his arms and stood up from the throne, slowly walking towards Sukra.

"From today onwards, the Heavenly Realm will belong to the Asuras!"

"All three realms will belong to the Asuras!"

"I am the ruler of the three realms! The king of the world!"

The Golden Bed clenched his fists.

Images flashed through his mind, figures with eyes blazing with cold, hateful light.

Vishnu!

And... Indra!!!

"From today onwards, no one in the three realms shall worship Vishnu!"

"No one shall worship Indra either!"

"And those cowards, the gods!"

"From today, the people of the three realms shall only worship us, their sole ruler—the Asuras!"

The Golden Bed declared, looking up.

What!

Sukra's gaze faltered, and he was stunned.

Brahma Realm.

Indra stood before Sudarshana City, watching with detached amusement as the Sun Chariot, carrying leaping Gandharvas, and the divine horses with white steam snorting from their nostrils, moved in the distance.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed.

A faint sense of weakness welled up within him!

"Without the Heavenly Realm, my power has decreased!"

"However..."

"The Power of Arduous Cultivation is actually increasing!"

Indra exclaimed in surprise.