"Stop!"
Xi Zheng's eyes widened abruptly, as a blood-colored giant wearing a Flat Heavenly Crown and a bright yellow robe appeared behind him.
The giant was as large as a mountain, exuding an air of supremacy and unmatched nobility, as if the Heavenly Emperor had descended to the mortal realm, looking down on all creatures. To him, humans seemed as insignificant as ants.
Yuan Ming's will was momentarily captivated by the blood-colored giant, but his resolve was strong, and he soon broke free.
However, at that moment, the blood-colored giant suddenly turned its head toward him.
Yuan Ming's vision was immediately flooded with a vast expanse of hallucinatory smoke, and then everything blurred, and he found himself in a grand and spacious hall of the Golden Throne.
He was shackled, his hands and feet weighed down by heavy fetters, kneeling there.
