He emerged from the state of focused contemplation.
This time, Lu Cang's thoughts about magic no longer centered on the depth of the spell itself.
Instead, they wandered, considering the spell's history and the intent of the person who had created it. He also wondered how he could help others understand the state of mind behind it.
Understanding how a spell was constructed and how to cast it wasn't all that mattered.
There was something like a state of mind to it, too...
Once he followed that state of mind and gathered his mana, forming the spell came naturally.
But if he tried to memorize everything by rote, following the descriptions in a spellbook and making his mana circulate along fixed paths one step at a time, it only made things more complicated.
"Casting should become part of your body's instincts."
"Like using a combat skill. You don't have to think about it; your body just moves."
"Truly... all paths lead to the same place."
Lu Cang closed the spellbook and sighed in appreciation.
He wondered whether changing classes to an archer or an assassin would give him a different insight into combat skills and magic.
The more he tested his ideas, the more certain he became in his thoughts about the Source.
And the harder it became for Lu Cang to prove that its opposite existed.
If Iz hadn't already proven that the Source had an opposite.
If he didn't know how special Origin Magic was, and that all kinds of contemplation could lead to the Source.
Then Lu Cang might have started to doubt whether the opposite of the Source was even something that could be proven.
"Have you made up your mind?"
Lu Cang nodded. "Yeah. I should be fine."
Back in college, he'd hosted a few