Sea of Consciousness

A leveled circular clearing lay there, its edge ringed by twelve Stone Pillars carved full of runes. Multiple Magic Crystals were set into the top of each Stone Pillar, gleaming darkly beneath the moonlight.

At the center of the clearing, a massive ritual array had been carved into the ground, one concentric circle after another.

The outermost ring was etched with runes symbolizing the body; the next ring inward held patterns representing the mind; and at the very center, there were only hollow rings linked one after another, loop within loop, with no starting point and no end. That was the symbol of the soul.

The sacrifices were already in place.

More than two thousand people knelt around the outside of the array, fixed in their respective positions.

If an outsider who knew nothing saw this scene, they would probably mistake it for a large-scale sacrifice by an Evil Cult.

In truth, it was only a simple exploration activity.

Mofulei looked at the ritual that was nearly ready, her expression strange.

She now knew why she had suffered such a heavy injury back then after trying to charm Sigismund. It turned out she had run straight into a Mushroom Soul! Damn Sigismund, colluding with unknown outsiders. Who knew how enormous a loss this had caused the Empire? In the past, she would have had to punish him severely.

Unfortunately, the current Demon King was far too easygoing. He had actually brushed the matter aside with a few casual words, leaving Mofulei deeply dissatisfied.

Fortunately, at least the fellow who had once injured her had already had its soul scattered to the winds. Even the thing behind it looked as if it was about to be wiped out wholesale by the Demon King. With a number of sacrifices comparable to a