“This is no fun,” Vimalacitra muttered to himself as he strolled down a path. Wherever he passed had the overwhelming odor of burnt flesh and blood from thousands of fallen gods, but Vimalacitra did not care at all. Everyone was hiding from him.

“This body of mine… Where is the being who will challenge and reinvigorate this body of mine?” The thought of clashing with another being further excited Vimalacitra. Countless years had passed since he was imprisoned in the Tower, so he had forgotten he was the Asura King.

During this long period of time, Vimalacitra continued to self-practice and train. He had done so to one day break free from the constraints of the Tower and challenge the Heavenly Demon once more.

Unlike the other gods and demons who carried a grudge against the Heavenly Demon, and considered it a curse to be constrained within the confines of the Tower, Vimalacitra did not care much about the constraints. No, rather, he enjoyed being locked up in the Tower. The confinement was no different than going into closed training. Furthermore, there was no better place where one could train without outside interference. Moreover, there were quite a few rather powerful beings if one just looked around, so there was no reason to be bored. Of course, those who were forcibly and unwittingly designated as Vimalacitra’s opponents may have a different opinion, but Vimalacitra gave no thought.

Vimalacitra was a being who lived solely to fight. Fighting brought extreme joy, purpose, and direction to his life. Additionally, he regarded...