Signing the Offering Curse

Li Ziran was secretly startled. He had never dared imagine that he would see such a thing. He was no longer the greenhorn he had once been; after encountering the Judgment Spell and Sacrificial Curse, he only needed a few glances to sense the peculiar nature of these spells.

Memory Ghost!

He had never heard of it, but it was likely some higher-level lifeform. This world was never lacking in such beings, such as the most common Great Dragons and Giants.

Yet there were quite a few beings capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with them. It was merely that Li Ziran's level was too low for him to come into contact with them.

It should have been an Offering Curse.

He could sense the element of transaction within it. This Offering Curse required a sacrifice. During World War I, many living beings had liked using this kind of spell, but after World War II, the continent's landscape changed. Fewer powerful figures roamed the Red Soil Continent, and without anything available for sacrifice, such spells gradually faded from sight.

[My heart, my lungs, everything I possess is your most sincere offering. What you need is what I desire...]

Li Ziran softly recited it. Every sentence felt as though he were negotiating with some unseen existence. Yet just then, the spell abruptly broke off. An emotion resisted his interpretation. Clearly, Karen's consciousness was awakening and actively invading his Spirit World.

The invasion was especially obvious, like a foolish child trying to climb onto his head.

[Judgment Spell]

He did not like people casually prying into his memories anymore. At once, a golden mental force descended upon Karen's head and transformed directly into the power of Judgment. With a light pull, it drew out a thin, weak strand of soul. It landed