A pristine soul drifted out of Lu Cang's body and slipped into the dungeon entrance before him.
Bzz—
The glow around the dungeon entrance changed from pale blue to black.
Chicheng blinked.
He'd never seen anything like this before.
"This..."
Lu Cang smiled. "Just some thoughts of my own."
"Didn't Iz say we should think for ourselves?"
Over the past half month, Lu Cang had thought about a lot of things.
Magic.
Death.
Priests.
Sacrifice.
What was the true nature of sacrifice?
Turning the weak into the strong.
Turning the unfamiliar into the familiar.
Its essence... should be sublimation.
But could sacrifice only be used on oneself?
Lu Cang had run quite a few experiments. Sacrificing souls to strengthen his body had yielded some results.
But with just a hundred souls, Lu Cang had already felt he'd reached his limit.
His body couldn't withstand that degree of sublimation.
Even so, his physical attributes had improved across the board, reaching the level of a level-one Warrior.
Lu Cang suspected that he couldn't improve any further because he had no martial-class profession and his body was too weak to begin with.
As for spells, a level-201 Transcendent Magic spell could hold a maximum of ten thousand souls for sacrifice at once.
Any more than that had no additional effect.
As for Death Spells...
He hadn't yet felt any limit to the number of souls he could sacrifice.
Perhaps that was what set the spells of mages apart from those of Death Priests. Death Spells could be said to have been tailor-made for sacrifice.
Besides these experiments, Lu Cang had also tried sacrificing his own talent.
The result... was no effect.
Last night, he'd looked up quite a few accounts of Death Priests.
He'd heard that some Death Priests created powerful dungeons and