In Vighna.
A high platform had already been constructed, surrounded by rows of steps on all sides, with a sacrificial pit at the very top.
Fierce flames roared, illuminating the surroundings with their firelight.
The Ritual Master Immortal was currently immersed in arduous penance, and the role of sacrificial deity was being substituted by the Fire God Agni.
"These pure foods cannot be enjoyed by us alone, they must be offered to the three Supreme Lords!"
Indra said.
As his words fell, he stepped forward, prompting movement among the multitude of Devas.
Indra's body gradually enlarged, displaying his supreme form, his eyes like the sun, his body golden like butter burning within flames, resplendently shining and descending into the Milk Sea.
He slowly approached the demonic sacrificial offerings, his Divine Cleaver swinging in his hand.
Crack!
The dried soil shells cracked apart, countless bits of dirt falling deep into the Milk Sea.
