He began to listen, listening to the voices chanting his name in this world.
Suddenly, he felt a place continuously chanting his name, the voices unceasing, as if they were celebrating a festival for him.
"Are they celebrating a festival for me?"
Indra muttered and stepped out.
Swoosh!!!
His figure flickered, and soon he appeared within a city.
This city, close to the sea, was vast. Its walls, built from huge blocks of stone, towered like mountains, further adorned by enormous gates.
Indra's gaze slightly hardened as he glanced with his Thousand-Eyed vision.
Under his gaze, this city astonishingly had a thousand gates, resplendent beyond compare.
The city streets were densely packed with people; young girls in brightly colored saris holding baskets of flowers; colossal blue statues paraded on carts; tall flags standing erect.
"What a splendid city!"
"They really are celebrating a festival!"
A light flashed across Indra's eyes.