Honghuang: I Am the God of All

He himself didn't know what he was.

His mind was like a marketplace at every moment, filled with a cacophony of voices.

Hatred? Jealousy? A sea of bloodshed? Every negative emotion under the sun was there!

Among the voices were solemn ones and comical ones, all kinds of voices in every shape and form.

Someone asked him, "Brat, where did you come from?"

He answered, "We crawled out of the grave!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.