Chapter 134 The Way Home Bhū-loka. The sun shone bright in the endless blue sky, unmarred by a single cloud. Its golden rays spilled gently across the land, bathing everything in warmth. The forest was alive, not peaceful, but vibrant, with squirrels darting through the underbrush, wild boars rustling in the leaves, and frogs croaking in sync with the buzz of summer insects. Life was loud, wild, and full of purpose. In stark contrast, a lone figure strolled beneath the trees. Indra, clad in a plain Kashaya, stepped barefoot upon the sacred earth. His expression was serene, but his mind