However, because Lu Cang had spent most of February holed up in one place all day, the Demon tides had been extremely thin, and his yield had dropped considerably.

Lu Cang raised his hand, retrieving all the key items for setting up the Pure White Descent Ritual from his Storage Space.

As for why he carried these things on his person?

It was to be prepared for any contingency, of course.

’As a Death Bishop, it’s only reasonable to be prepared for a Pure White Descent at a moment’s notice, isn’t it?’

Lu Cang decided to take things as they came.

He placed hundreds of different bones at various points around the small island. Then, he slashed his wrist with a knife, and blood began to flow ceaselessly.

Under normal circumstances, the wound would have healed in an instant.

But having his injuries always heal was also a nuisance. After all, sometimes he needed to create wounds on purpose.

So, Lu Cang had also practiced an additional Combat Skill from the Death Faction.

「Healing Body: While active, all self-regeneration ceases, but Defense Power is greatly increased.」

It wasn’t the kind of Divine Skill one might imagine, which would directly convert Healing Power into Defense Power.

Instead, it was just a trash Skill that stopped self-healing while slightly increasing the hardness of his skin and bones.

Even a useless Skill like this had its uses.

Now, the blood trickled out.

It flowed without stopping, like a river of blood winding across the ground, drawing the Ritual.

This Ritual required a massive amount of blood, and it had to be the caster’s own.

Fortunately, Lu Cang could recover instantly even if his body exploded, so producing a bit of blood wasn’t too difficult.

Lu Cang spent a full hour drawing on the ground.

Thin lines of blood now covered the entire island. Along with countless bones and chunks of flesh placed at different points, a complex and massive Ritual had taken shape.

Lu Cang landed and touched the Ritual.

「Creator: Lu Cang—Archbishop of the Death Church, Secret Sea Ruelun Continent」

The information revealed by 「Divine Level Hidden Origin」 was always highly relevant to the primary object touched. This time, upon touching the Pure White Descent Ritual, it displayed his status as an Archbishop of the Death Church.

「Pure White Descent Ritual」

「Activation Requirement: 100 Billion Supreme and Pure Souls」

「Upon Activation: The caster dies.」

"Huu..."

"A premonition of danger..."

Lu Cang gazed at the Ritual Array.

Although he had a premonition of danger, it wasn’t particularly strong.

It was a very subtle sensation. He clearly knew he would die, yet the death felt completely devoid of threat.

’So, as long as I activate this Ritual, I’ll die?’

Lu Cang was conflicted.

He really wanted to activate the Ritual and see what would happen.

But he was worried. The Ritual was connected to the God of Death, after all. And based on the Talent he had received, it wasn’t hard to guess that this god was very fond of collecting souls.

He had no idea if these gods possessed abilities on the level of influencing Time or causality.

If they did, he couldn’t be sure he’d be safe even within the Future Preview.

His Divine Talent had always been reliable. While Lu Cang was cautious, under most circumstances he had great faith in his abilities.

But this matter was deeply connected to a god, and the stakes were immense.

’Forget it.’

’Since I know it might be dangerous, why court death?’

’It would be too stupid to throw my life away just to satisfy my curiosity.’

Lu Cang shook his head, abandoned the idea, and turned to leave.

The Moon Sea was indeed vast. Seeing a continent in the far distance, Lu Cang decided to fly toward it.

It was only 1:00 AM, leaving 18 hours before his Future Preview ended.

He could end the preview and return to March 2nd at any time.

But why bother?

After flying over the sea for a full 10 hours, the distant continent finally drew near.

But Lu Cang hadn’t wasted those 10 hours. During his flight, he had also taken the opportunity to learn many Tier Four Basic Spells.

Tier Four was the Level with the greatest variety of Magic.

Unlike Low Level Mages, whose spell frameworks were very limited, a Tier One spell framework was like five matchsticks—no matter how you arranged them, you couldn’t create many variations.

There were a relatively large number of Tier Four Mages, and any Mage who reached Level Four had already passed through the promotion from Level 3.

They had all gone through the process of creating their own spells.

Thus, the number of spells available formed a conical structure. There were relatively few Tier One spells. Although High Level Mages could create Low Tier Spells, Tier One magic was often too limited in its practical application. For the sake of functionality, most Mages wanting to create Low Tier spells would start with Tier Two Spells.

The number of spells gradually increased from Tier Two. For the vast majority of Mages, Self-created Spells were primarily for personal use, and High Level Mages naturally leaned toward using High Tier Spells.

The promotion test from Level 3 to Level 4 was to create one’s own spell.

But the level at which Mages truly began creating a large number of spells was Level 4, right after completing that promotion test.

But at the Level 5 Mage rank, the population dropped off sharply.

Due to this drop in numbers, the variety of spells at that level also decreased significantly.

’The variety of Tier Four Spellbooks is truly vast.’

He had been flying for ten hours.

In that time, Lu Cang had finished reading all four hundred Tier Four Spellbooks he kept in his Storage Space.

He learned every single one of those Tier Four spells.

At the same time, he also completed their Ascension, using the Sacrifice of souls to raise them all to Level 401.

It was worth mentioning that... the number of souls required to Upgrade a spell from Level 1 to Level 401 had now risen to 100,000.

With his 「Death Priest Mastery·Return Sacrifice」, Lu Cang’s yield from sacrificing each soul was higher than before.

soul = 150,000,000 Skill Proficiency.

In other words, raising one Skill to Level 401 required fifteen trillion Skill Proficiency.

’If I only had the Skill Evolution Talent, I doubt I could have reached such a high Level.’

「Moon Sea—Unnamed Continent」

At last, he set foot on the continent.

He had originally just wanted to see An Zheng’s final fate.

He never expected to end up speeding all the way... to an unknown continent.

’This means that during every Future Preview, I can try a random teleportation. I can explore the entire world without any real loss.’

’The surprises from Future Preview just keep coming.’

Flying, blinking, and swapping positions through space.

As Lu Cang flew, his body flickered continuously. After a short few dozen minutes, he finally arrived at a city that looked quite large.

His Perception instantly swept across the entire city.

There was no time to ask about local customs; only five hours remained in the Future Preview.

’Anyway, I’ll start by checking out all the most valuable things in this Kingdom.’

SWOOSH!

With a single flicker, Lu Cang passed through the Restriction to the north of the city and entered the center of the Imperial Palace, which was dominated by a purple color scheme.

With another flicker, he entered the most heavily restricted area in the entire palace.

"Who’s there!"

The moment he landed, an angry roar came from both his left and right!

THWIP! THWIP!

Two sprays of blood erupted!

In a single thought, two spears of solid Ice had pierced their hearts.

The two Level 4 Warriors standing guard lost their lives in an instant.

"My apologies."

Lu Cang walked directly toward the high platform at the center, his Perception scanning the area outside.

’Latolo Kingdom.’

’A Kingdom where Divination is extremely widespread...’

’I can’t help but have a certain stereotype about Divination Masters.’

He reached the high platform, where a purple book lay under a Seal. When he touched it, he found it to be a special Divination Skill, sealed under many layers.

「Destiny Prediction」

Lu Cang directly broke the Restriction and stored the book in his Storage Space.

"Who’s there!"

"An intruder!"

"The guards are dead!"

The sound of figures tearing through the air at high speed came from outside. Lu Cang’s Perception swept back for a brief glance, and he vanished.

Six hours later...

...

Lu Cang, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed, slowly opened his eyes.

He took out his pocket watch.

March 2nd, Year 5026, 9:08 AM.

The 24-hour Future Preview was over. This one had yielded significant gains.