[How noble of you, Xiu Yuan. Or should I call you the Dark Night King? Look at those people. You spent so much divine power building those mountains, yet not one of them remembers you. Isn't that pathetic?]
[Who would have thought that someone with such immense divine power would spend so much of it on this? And the worst part is, not a single person remembers you.]
[Well? Accept us. Join us. We can give you the power to look down on everything. Come over to our side.]
[Why should you be the one making all the sacrifices while Rex Lapis always receives the praise? Why not destroy it all?]
[As long as you join us, we can create a world of absolute dominion for you. Wouldn't it be wonderful to rule this world together?]
[Authority, strength, beautiful women-you could have anything you wanted. Doesn't that sound like a world you'd enjoy?]
Xiu Yuan had consumed so much divine power that even the Good-and-Evil Mask could no longer suppress the karmic debt within him.
They tempted Xiu Yuan just as they had before, their voices echoing endlessly from the depths of his mind, trying to make his subconscious accept their proposals.
As he desperately resisted, Xiu Yuan was struck by a vicious headache, the pain unbearably intense.
He clutched his head and rolled over and over on the ground, his eyes strained nearly to bursting as agony consumed him.
Even when a hole had been stabbed through his body, he had never so much as grunted. The medicinal herbs that had made Morax cry out in pain had only made Xiu Yuan frown.
But this pain was nothing like those physical wounds.
The mental forces inside his head were clashing, as though his brain had been fed through a