Above Ji Jue's head, a blood-stained scale suddenly appeared out of thin air.
On one side, a mountain of corpses piled up like towering ranges, breaking the balance and lifting the feather on the other end… Instantly, Invisible flames surged up, completely devouring the feather that represented Ji Jue.
Beneath the intricate preparations and Secret Rituals, the despair, pain, and remorse left behind by endless dead flowed in like a tide, converging upon him.
All the slaughter caused by the continuous operations along the Coast and the flood of military ordnance in recent days, the deaths stirred up by the Seven Cities, were amplified through the Secret Rituals, distortion by partiality.
In the end, under the sacrificial offerings of countless sacrifices, the rewriting was completed… All the deaths across the entire West Sea, every fault and sin, were laid upon Ji Jue alone!
Now, karma falls upon his head!
