Speaking of weapons!
Vishwakarma the Craftsman God's craftsmanship was truly unmatched.
The weapons came with their own summoning ability. A god merely needed to hold out his hand and activate his divine power; with a flash of golden light, the divine artifact would appear in his grasp. When it was no longer needed, it could be stored within his body and carried at all times.
The weapons he had left in Rough Garden were basically ones he rarely used.
Indra walked with light steps.
Before long, he arrived at Rough Garden.
Rough Garden was exceedingly resplendent, filled with golden palaces. Within them stood black divine platforms, far more magnificent than before and maintaining Sudarshana City's unified style.
"Hmm?!"
"Why is it different?"
Indra wondered inwardly.
His gaze shifted toward the Gandharvas warrior guarding Rough Garden beside him.
"Lord of Heaven, you often competed and played with the gods here in Rough Garden after drinking. It had to be rebuilt frequently, so Vishwakarma the Craftsman God specially reinforced and renovated this place!"
The Gandharvas warrior spoke cautiously.
Indra clicked his tongue, momentarily speechless.
What a Craftsman God!
He had renovated Indra's home without even telling him, and built it so well, too!
Indra shook his head.
He looked toward the divine palace. His eyes grew focused as he entered with a trace of nostalgia and came before a divine platform.
A shining golden divine wheel slowly rotated there, its flowing flames like sharp blades that sliced through the void.
Indra's Wheel!
At first, Surya had not possessed a human form. He had been born like a wheel, perfectly round. Vishwakarma the Craftsman God had personally reshaped his son-in-law Surya into this handsome appearance.
Vishwakarma the Craftsman God had not wasted the starlight flames shaved from Surya's body, instead using them directly