Chapter 492: The Master of the Rope, the Western Guardian!

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"Death God's Lasso?"

Indra murmured softly.

He held the Death God's Lasso in his hand and saw golden thread spiraling into loops on it, shimmering like the reflection of the morning sun on the surface of the water at dawn.

A faint aura of death lingered within it.

"This is not of our world!"

Vishnu continued.

His parallel heads, resembling the cosmos that held everything, now all smiled slightly, revealing a trace of harmonious cheer.

This smile seemed to be reflected across the Three Realms.

Ooooo~

The milky ocean's waves surged tumultuously, and as the froth passed through the Conch Shell, it emitted a prolonged and melodious sound that echoed throughout the entire world.

With the rise of this sacred sound, it seemed as though the entire Three Realms responded in kind.

Rustle rustle!

The trees extended and collided, producing a low humming sound of life; spring water flowed from mountain streams, gurgling as it passed over pebbles.