In the temple.
A pit of fire was at the very center of the temple, where fierce serpent flames burned intensely, reflecting a crimson glow that illuminated both the face of Jīnchuáng and Holika.
At that moment, Poluo Keluota was also being brought to this place by a group of Asura warriors.
Terrible heat waves tumbled around!
Just by entering this temple, these Asura warriors were already sweating profusely, their breath heavy.
Jīnchuáng stood with hands on hips, gazing intently at his son.
"Poluo Keluota, I give you one last chance, never worship Vishnu again!"
"As long as you abandon your faith in him, you will still be my great Jīnchuáng's good son, and the prince of the Asura!"
Jīnchuáng's gaze was icy as he pointed at his son, devoid of any emotion.
He wouldn't allow his son to worship an enemy!
"Father!"
"The Supreme Lord is everything, he is the sky, the sea, the forest, the earth; he is omnipresent, all our words and actions are in worship of the Supreme Lord."
