The Last King Of Darkness

Even if the great tide of Black Fog is destined to arrive once more, so long as he abides here for a single instant, it shall in the end recede, and within that brief radiance lies the hope of humankind.

In this endless struggle, he became the most mighty Purification Source in the entire Supreme Universe. Though his body has already fallen, his Spirit endures here. Across these boundless ages, he has even swayed sun and moon and Stars, so that they too became Purification Sources within the Sea of Source.

Innumerable currents of Black Fog gather here, striving to annihilate him. The fallen intent of the Supreme Will assails him again and again, seeking to tear him apart, yet all attempts fail—for he is not alone. From within the spirit-mist, more and more human Heroic Spirits ceaselessly arise. They are the wellspring of his strength, the fire of his mind, the light of his Soul.

Though the dark heart has wrought his Sealing, it cannot sever his will. He knows the Black Fog has already seeped through the Supreme Universe; no Soul that is born can challenge this ultimate darkness. The forbidden veil has broken the path of the Primordial, and no human Life can pierce that Supreme Will. On the day when the Black Fog completely corrodes the Sea of Source, the world, all the same, shall plunge into endless night.

To break through the forbidden veil, that Supreme Will, he used a special Secret Technique to send forth his Residual Spirit from the sea of fire, casting it into countless universes of the Lower Realm. They will seek a singular Soul and brand it with the Law Origin Ring; when he returns to the Supreme Universe, he will then shatter the Black Fog’s seal and step into the Domain of Gods.

Boundless light descended before Rod’s eyes. It felt as though ages had slipped by, yet all before him spoke of one truth: he had passed through but a single second.

"I... am the chosen Soul?" Rod stared at his hands, murmuring.

To his astonishment, the phantom voice resounded once more: "No, it is not I who chose you, but you who chose me."

Rod turned back in surprise, and with a trace of disappointment saw that the one who spoke was actually the Book of Knowledge.

It fluttered its pages, and the final Spirit of the Dream Realm had returned; every memory rose again in full.

This was the echo the first Master of Dreams left within the Book of Knowledge. He is him, and yet not him.

"You grasped this shard of Residual Spirit—your will, your mind, your thought held it fast. Thus you came to this place. But the sun has already gone out, the Stars have already dimmed, the spirit-mist is on the verge of collapse, the Sea of Source is about to be utterly defiled. I can endure no much longer. This is the last chance..."

Rod’s eyes widened. A strange emotion blasted open within his heart, and he shouted suddenly: "But even if I Devour your Residual Spirit, even if I inherit your Divine Country and defeat the first Divine King, I will become the next first Divine King. This is an inescapable law. The Primordial Law cannot be mastered. I too must pay the price. When all dark Souls have been Devoured by me, then human Souls will inevitably follow. Do not pin your hopes on my greatness. Before absolute strength and power, anyone will descend into madness—I am no different, just like the first Divine King!"

The Book of Knowledge turned its pages, echoes flickering within the seams of its binding.

"Indeed, you are not wrong. But Life will always find a path. I believe you will give a different answer."

"Time is short. The black ring’s Sealing has already ruptured. The first Divine King is about to Awake, and the twelve Black Fog Gods shall also rise from the river of ages. The final catastrophe is about to descend."