The voices of the karmic debts crashed into his mind like an overwhelming tide.
Xiu Yuan clutched his head in agony and began struggling violently.
"Big brother!"
"My king!!"
Seeing something was wrong with Xiu Yuan, everyone hurried over, their faces filled with worry.
They had never seen anything like this in all the time they had known him.
In their eyes, Xiu Yuan had always handled everything with ease. Even someone as powerful as the sovereign Morax, renowned as the God of War, called Xiu Yuan his big brother and treated him with the utmost respect.
Yet now, this formidable man was clutching his head and struggling violently for no apparent reason.
"Stay back..." Xiu Yuan said in a low voice.
This day had finally come.
Ever since Xiu Yuan learned that the Abyss had been driven away by karmic debt, he had been dreading this day.
During that time, Xiu Yuan had often taken off his mask when he was alone to listen in on the voices of the karmic debts, but no matter what he tried, he could find no solution.
The only place Xiu Yuan had found somewhat strange was the area around Qingce Village, but even after investigating there for three years, he had discovered nothing.
His voice brought them all to a halt, their faces filled with desperate anxiety.
"Big brother, what's happening to you?!"
Looking at the Xiu Yuan before him, so utterly unlike his usual self, Morax felt an unparalleled agitation.
Xiu Yuan clutched his head as though he had gone mad, staggering around as if drunk.
He could feel his consciousness being eaten away bit by bit, and his vision began to blur.
An inexplicable wave of drowsiness swept over him, gradually consuming his awareness.
His black pupils were slowly turning