Vishnu's expression became slightly stern, his smile vanishing.
"If all the Devas were to undertake harsh ascetic practices!"
"Then air would no longer flow, water would no longer stream, flames would no longer burn, the sun would no longer shine, and the entire world would suffer great disasters, mortals would die."
"Among those people are not only your devotees but also mine, and those of Mahadeva!"
"The fruits of karma would entangle you!"
"By pursuing ascetic practices for your own selfish reasons, the depressive asceticism you bring to the world is not a blessing but a total disaster!"
Vishnu's voice was not urgent.
But the Mysterious Wheel of Sight at his fingertips spun rapidly, shimmering with flowing light, looking like a ceaselessly rotating sun, extremely beautiful.
In the Heavenly Realm above,
The endless sea of clouds also churned with the rotation of the Mysterious Wheel of Sight, rolling like waves, constantly tumbling,
Boom boom boom!
