A pristine soul drifted out of Lu Cang's body and slipped into the dungeon entrance before him.
VMMMM—
The glowing ring at the dungeon entrance changed from light blue to black.
Chi Cheng blinked.
He'd never seen a move like that before.
"This is…"
Lu Cang smiled and replied, "Just some of my own ideas."
"Didn't Iz say we should think for ourselves?"
Over the past half a month, Lu Cang had done a lot of thinking.
About Magic.
About Death.
About Priests.
About Sacrifice.
'What is the true nature of Sacrifice?'
'To make the weak strong.'
'To turn unfamiliarity into mastery.'
'Its essence… should be ascension.'
'In that case, can Sacrifice only be used on oneself?'
Lu Cang had conducted many experiments, reaping some benefits from sacrificing souls to enhance his physical strength.
But after just 100 souls, Lu Cang felt he had reached a limit.
His body couldn't withstand that level of ascension.
