Indra conceived a thought in his heart.
He looked down contemplatively, only to see Jyeshta sitting cross-legged on the ground, her eyes tightly closed, palms pressed together, her lips murmuring a faint chant that was indecipherable to the common man. However, beneath his composed and serene focus, Indra could hear these praises.
"Om~ Praise the Supreme Lord Indra!"
"Om~ Praise the Supreme Lord Indra!"
The voices of praise, not missing a single word, all flowed into Indra's ears.
These were praises for him!
Seeing this scene, Indra felt moved.
His emotions started to stir, like Kashigyakya falling into the Ganges, producing endless waves.
As for bestowing blessings on others, he really wasn't quite adept at that!
He still needed to find the feeling!
To adapt!
"It should feel like this!"
Indra whispered softly to himself.
His gaze grew gentle, and a pale blue divine light began to emanate from around his body, as a sacred aura slowly diffused from him.
Whoosh!
