Chapter 3: Hard Training, Garuda is Angry
Brahma frowned slightly, showing a worried look.

"Indra is doing penance now, Vishnu might be worried!"

"why is that?"

Goddess Saraswati tilted her head, a hint of doubt flashing in her bright eyes.

Vishnu is one of the three gods and the protector of the world. Even if the emperor of heaven practices asceticism, it has nothing to do with Vishnu.

Brahma shook his head and winked at his wife, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Don't forget the curse of the Immortal in Black Clothes!"

Brahma Path.

After Brahma's reminder, Saraswati, the goddess of wisdom, immediately understood the trick.

She was in the Brahma realm, gazing at the Ocean of Milky Way beneath the three realms.

Sure enough, on the snake bed that carries the world, a figure had disappeared from Vishnu's side.

"I understand. His wife Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth, Lakshmi. The sage cursed the gods to lose their wealth and luxury. As a symbol of wealth, Lakshmi also disappeared from Vishnu's side."

Goddess Saraswati, holding the phoenix-headed harp, suddenly realized.

Brahma nodded.

"The Three-phase God cannot descend at will, otherwise it will cause fluctuations in the world, which goes against the duty of the God of Protecting the World. He can only move after certain causes and conditions have been established. This requires the Emperor Indra and the gods to invite him, but now the Emperor is practicing hard..."

“Vishnu must be very distressed!”

Brahma said with a slight curl of his lips.

"Husband, why do I feel like you are gloating over someone else's misfortune?"

The beautiful eyes of the goddess Saraswati moved slightly, she turned her head to look at Brahma and smiled gently.

"I'm not, I didn't, you're seeing things!"

Brahma turned his head, his eyes rolled, his gaze evasive, and he muttered.

……

Above the endless ocean of milk.

This is the ocean of all things, the source of everything, the foundation of the world, and the three realms are all above the Ocean of Milk.

The thousand-headed snake king Shesha is bent into a coil, and its huge body is billions of miles long, stretching endlessly. It serves as a snake bed, carrying the guardian god Vishnu.

At this time, the thousand-headed snake king Shesha stuck out his tongue in panic, his tail helplessly stirred up huge waves, and his thousand heads looked at his lord Vishnu.

"Lord, why did the mistress suddenly disappear?"

Shesha asked.

"Don't worry!"

Vishnu lay on his side on the giant snake and smiled faintly.

He is not in a hurry!
No rush at all!
He naturally knew that the Goddess of Wealth was affected by the curse and sank into the Ocean of Milk, but the curse was cast through the power of asceticism, and he could not break it by force.

The only solution now is to restore the gods' power.

As the guardian god of the world, he naturally has a way to restore the gods' power. He has even thought of a plan and reviewed it in his mind several times.

That is the churning of the ocean of milk!
Under the influence of the immortal's curse, many treasures returned to the Ocean of Milk. He would call the gods and ask them to stir the Ocean of Milk to stir out the many treasures transformed by their divine power.

Indra, the king of heaven, is practicing hard. Wouldn’t he come out to find him?
Not urgent!
He knew Indra too well. It was okay for him to be arrogant and strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

The most important thing is that they are used to enjoying a good life and cannot endure hardship at all.

When Indra can no longer endure his hardship, he will naturally come to him, and he only needs to wait.

Vishnu smiled, supported his chin with one hand, slowly closed his eyes, and lay down on his side to sleep.

Seeing that Lord Vishnu was not in a hurry, Shesha, the thousand-headed snake king, felt a little relieved.

"The Lord has his own plan in mind. Maybe this is the Lord's [lira]!"

Lira is drama.

Everything is in the hands of the Three-phase God. Maybe the disappearance of the mistress is just the Lord's lira, some little fun of reunion after a long separation.

As Shesha thought so, the snake tail that was originally swinging anxiously also sank into the sea of ​​milk.

……

Ah hoo~
Vishnu yawned slowly, and his star-like eyes slowly opened, gazing at the vast ocean of milk.

"Shesha!"

"How many years have I slept?"

Vishnu asked.

"Lord, you have been sleeping for five hundred years!"

Shesha lowered his snake head and responded.

For gods, time is the least valuable, and five hundred years is just a nap. However...

"Five hundred years..." Vishnu blinked and muttered, then asked, "Didn't Indra come?"

"no!"

Shesha's thousand heads shook as he responded honestly.

"..."

"Oh no, Indra really didn't come!"

Vishnu was startled, narrowed his eyes, and immediately looked towards the heaven.

The heaven has become even more dilapidated!
The heavenly realm filled with pure and holy aura was about to turn completely into the human world and became dilapidated.

The gods are also weaker!
Vishnu looked towards the Temple of the Emperor of Heaven, and saw a mighty force of asceticism rushing out, turning into blue lightning, flickering and spitting out. It showed a scene of vigorous vitality and the thriving of all things.

“He is really practicing hard!”

Vishnu was stunned and frowned.

The time spent on hard training can be measured in hundreds or thousands of years, and there are even cases where it can take tens of thousands of years.

It would be a long time before his wife Lakshmi comes back!
Vishnu frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, his brows relaxed. He had come up with a solution.

As long as Indra is told that he has a way to restore the power of the gods, Indra will definitely bring all the gods to find him, and then Goddess Lakshmi can come back.

"Garuda!"

Vishnu spoke softly, calling out the name of his believer.

Garuda! Garuda! Garuda!
A faint voice resounded above the Milky Ocean, echoing layer by layer, and spreading into the Three Realms, covering billions of miles, layer by layer, reaching far and wide.

Garuda!
Golden-winged Roc!

He is also the son of Reverend Kasyapa and a loyal follower of Vishnu!

“The Lord is calling me!”

There was a gleam in Garuda's eyes.

He flapped his wings, and a huge gale rolled up. The black wind filled the sky, like an eternal night, sweeping across the Three Milky Seas.

Swish!
With huge wings covering the sky and blocking out the sun, Garuda soared above the Ocean of Milk, leaving a heavy shadow like the night. In the endless waves of the sky, he saw his Lord Vishnu.

"Praise be to Lord Vishnu!"

Garuda put his hands together, bowed slightly, then raised his head and looked up at his Lord with reverence.

Ha ha!

Vishnu sits on a snake bed with a smile on his face, looking at his believers lovingly.

He is not like Brahma. All his followers are Asuras. After the Asuras have completed their hard training, they will ignore Brahma!

There are tens of thousands of believers, and half of them believe in him.

"Garuda, follow my orders and go to heaven and tell the gods that I have a way to lift their curse and ask them to come to the Ocean of Milk to see me!"

Vishnu whispered softly.

Garuda looked at the Lord in front of him, immersed in the joy of meeting the Lord, and did not even realize that his mother Goddess Lakshmi had disappeared.

After hearing Vishnu's order, he was stunned for a moment before quickly replying.

"I will obey the command of the Lord!"

Garuda Road.

As the golden-winged Roc, he is incredibly fast and traveling through the three realms is as easy as playing among branches, without any difficulty.

Soon, he spread his wings and arrived in heaven.

Swish!
Garuda suddenly transformed into a divine being with two wings on his back.

His hair was disheveled, and a circle of gold ring was worn on his forehead, binding his black hair behind his back, revealing a heroic face, and his golden armor was shining.

Garuda looked at the heaven in astonishment, wondering if he had taken the wrong path and arrived at a village in the human world.

The lightly floating sea of ​​clouds turned into rotten, smelly mud. The luxurious palaces were gone, replaced by rickety straw houses, as if he could blow them away with a wave of his wings.

The handsome faces of the Gandharvas who serve the gods are also covered with dust, and their skin is rough and sallow.

"The good heaven has turned into this!"

"It's all Indra's fault!"

Garuda reacted and couldn't help but clench his fists, with an angry look on his face.

Angry!

Garuda was angry!

(End of this chapter)