The red wall extended with hands holding on to the mottled wall, and footsteps slowly landed on the steps step by step, leading to the dark corridor on the other side. Time paused in the steps, as if the echo from ancient times resounded in the narrow space: "Indra, you are destined to return to the gods." Everything in the sky slowly began to move away, and Indra, wrapped in red clothes, finally stepped out of the darkness and walked out. At the end, there was deep cloud and mist under the feet of the burrowed head. It was not clear what would be below. In any case, Indra made up his mind never to return to the blood-stained hell, never to return to this paradise where sin breeds. As soon as he jumped up, he flew like Vishnu's roc Garuda across the boundary of the sky. Like a falling star, it instantly moved to another realm.
I think the progress is so fast.