"That's right!"
"The power of dance, the power of sound!"
Indra was deducing, and began to sing the Tandava Ode slowly.
"The braids spin like a cauldron, the Ganges splashes jade flying!"
"Twisted vines churn the waves, brilliant light on the forehead!"
...
Accompanied by the sounds, behind him gradually emerged various dance poses, these poses continuously danced and moved with the Tandava Ode, leaving golden footprints in the void.
Step! Step! Step!
Eventually, these footsteps merged into one and transformed into a four-armed, crimson shadow.
"Rushitan!"
"Singing and dancing truly brings out the power!"
"Rushitan hasn't been singing and dancing much lately, no wonder his power is so difficult to emulate, I'll need to supervise him more in the future!"
Indra blinked and muttered to himself.
As far as he knew, Rushitan hadn't been singing and dancing much recently, almost neglecting it, it was imperative to whip this child into shape.
Swoosh!!!
