"The holder of the Vajra Pestle is missing his weapon, what a pity!"
Tutizhe Immortal muttered.
The Artisan God, Vishvakarman, shook his head.
"Indeed!"
"That Vajra Pestle has always been beneath the Earth, and even the Heavenly Emperor is without a suitable weapon in his hand."
"However, to craft a Vajra Pestle fitting for the Heavenly Emperor, we still lack the material, preferably something indestructible."
Vishvakarman pondered.
Indestructible?
Tutizhe Immortal blinked and subconsciously lowered his head, looking at himself.
In the next moment, he shook his head, brought his hands together in prayer, and addressed the Artisan God Vishvakarman, "Oh great artisan of the Devas, if you are to forge a weapon for the Heavenly Emperor and lack an indestructible material, perhaps I can provide it."
"My bones have received blessings from Mahadeva and are indestructible."
