Above Ji Jue's head, a bloodstained scale materialized out of thin air.
A mountain of corpses piled up on one side, towering like a range of peaks and shattering the balance, causing the feather on the other side to rise... At once, Formless Flames surged up and utterly engulfed the feather representing Ji Jue.
Amid the elaborate preparations and Secret Rite, the despair, pain, and regret left behind by countless dead converged like tides. The slaughter caused by Coast's unceasing actions over recent days and the flood of military arms, the deaths brought about by Seven Cities' meddling—all were magnified through the Secret Rite, generalizing from the particular.
In the end, through the sacrifice of vast numbers of offerings, the alteration was complete... Countless deaths across the entire West Sea, every fault and sin, were all assigned to Ji Jue alone!
Now, karmic retribution had come due!
In that hallucination-like perception, as the feather was burned to ashes, Viscous Blood Water dripped from the scales and completely swallowed Ji Jue. Strange sigils upon the scales continually emerged and lit up, operating in a self-destructive cycle—each one following the memorial and accusations Ling Liu had submitted, carrying out Absolute Punishment!
[Spirit Severance], erasing all Spiritual Substance!
[Transformation Removal], revoking all alchemical enhancements.
[Rank Demotion], severing all Blessing resonance!
Finally, [Karmic Reversal]—all karmic retribution fell upon Ji Jue alone.
Within the endless blood water, everything every corpse had experienced before death was inflicted upon Ji Jue.
The pain and despair of their countless deaths replayed within his soul.
Stripping him of all ability to resist, dragging him without limit toward death amid the curse's entanglement...
From the beginning, Meng Fengzuo had never dared underestimate Ji Jue in the slightest. He had even deeply feared this youngest Crown Artisan in the entire present