You Are Not Qualified

Within a blood-red space.

Here, there was nothing but that horrifying red, bit by bit, like thick, viscous blood.

The red was incredibly dense, even faintly showing signs of turning purple.

Here, everything was red.

Other colors seemed utterly incapable of existing here—or perhaps they simply were not worthy!

Suddenly, the entire space began to churn, like an earth dragon turning over.

Immediately afterward, a savage giant face abruptly emerged in the skies above the blood-red space.

That face hardly looked like a face anymore. It resembled a mutated human more, its features twisted beyond recognition, to the point that one could not even distinguish its eyes from its mouth.

A deep voice resounded throughout the scarlet space.

"Did one of me die again?"

The voice seemed somewhat puzzled.

But right afterward, boundless fury began to fill the entire red space.

"I remember now, I remember now—I was killed by that person!"

"That stranger's Nine Revolutions!"

The voice roared in rage, and the entire space shook violently. Thick blood seemed to drip from above the blood-red space, sinking into the earth before dissolving away.

"The plan seems to have been interrupted."

"But it does not matter. Soon, I will be able to wear down his final will. When that time comes, I will still be the sovereign of Great Tang!"

The voice seemed somewhat excited.

High in the heavens, that savage giant face looked toward one spot within the blood-red space. There, a youthful young man sat quietly in meditation. Every part of his body was pierced by red tubes resembling blood vessels.

The tubes squirmed.

They seemed to be absorbing something.

"Soon... it will not take much longer."

That enraged voice suddenly weakened, as though it had suffered some kind of depletion.

"Soon, I will be the king of