"My race was the Soul Devouring Clan, which went extinct on the Bokasia Plane a very, very long time ago." Yilikasi lowered his folded arms, a strange pride in his voice.
As though this vanished race was the existence most worthy of remembrance, he said, "Our clansmen were exceedingly few. From birth, we possessed the innate ability to devour others' souls and energy and make them our own. Not refine them, not convert them, but devour them-taking everything, including their insights into the laws and their Soul Origin."
He paused, seemingly savoring something, then continued, "The way I healed my injuries just now was merely the most basic, crudest application. I drained the Divine Power and souls of three Four-Star Fiends, absorbing only their energy to mend my wounds. As for their insights into the laws and Soul Origin-those impurities I couldn't be bothered with."
At this, Loa's expression remained unchanged, but towering waves surged within his heart.
Not refining souls, but devouring them-devouring their insights into the laws as well. What did that mean? It meant this man could accumulate insights into the laws by continually devouring powerful beings. The Profound Mysteries others spent hundreds of millions of years comprehending and fusing were his to acquire simply by swallowing them.
This was not cultivation at all. This was plunder.
No wonder Yilikasi was so obsessed with Soul Mutation. If he could devour a true Soul Mutation Mutant, perhaps he really could glean the secrets of Soul Mutation from them.
"Isn't devouring souls perfectly normal for practitioners of the Death Law and Darkness Elemental Laws?" Loa asked deliberately.
The soul of his original body was frantically absorbing that low-grade Soul Treasure within his sea of consciousness. The pitch-black bead had already shrunk by nearly half.
The peculiar fluctuations emanating from