The Last King Of Darkness

"Wounds!"

In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge suddenly shouted, "Alan’s soul is filled with countless wounds, new wounds, old wounds, layered upon each other in every layer of his soul body."

Rod asked in shock, "How is this possible? Why didn’t we discover them?"

"His power has grown too quickly, and the newly born soul body has sprouted from the wounds, obscuring the old ones. Normal medical means simply cannot detect them, let alone heal them. But the weakening of his soul is real, especially deep in his soul body, where he has suffered the most and deepest wounds in the early stages. Any treatment struggles to reach this depth; only the breath of Holy Fire can slowly restore..."

Alan looked at his hands, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes, "I feel like my soul is getting stronger..."

The Book of Knowledge shouted, "Master, quick, more Hope Bubbles, this is an extremely powerful fighter, he will bring us immense help."

Without hesitation, Rod took out dozens of Hope Bubbles, breaking them one by one, and the healing aura converged on Alan’s soul like an avalanche and tsunami, healing the layered wounds.

Alan also realized something and closed his eyes, entering the Dream Realm.

Gradually, the whirlpool of spiritual energy became a tsunami, and the golden light of the Holy Fire formed a tornado above his head.

This almighty momentum alerted Qingyu, who was guarding the Holy Fire projection in the Spirit Realm. She stepped out of the Holy Fire and saw this wondrous scene before her eyes.

Although she didn’t know what was happening, the always wise Qingyu immediately realized an unprecedented opportunity. She gently flicked her fingers, sending more turbulent Holy Fire aura, which flowed into Alan’s soul along with the healing momentum of Hope Bubbles, soon dyeing his soul body with specks of golden Holy Fire.

At the same time, she activated the Source Heavenly God Throne within the Holy Fire, targeting Alan.

After ascending to the second stage of Primordial, Qingyu had been able to influence the Source Heavenly God Throne’s effects on specified targets if necessary.

Alan’s aura intensified at unprecedented speed, and the ocean of spiritual energy crazily tilted towards his soul. In the blink of an eye, his absolute spiritual power strength broke 100 billion kilok.

In the Dream Realm, Asa laughed madly, "Hahahaha, that’s it, that’s it, do you see? My prophecy is absolutely correct, I have already mastered destiny, mastered the future, mastered time, I am the King of Destiny!"

After an unknown amount of time, Alan’s spiritual energy growth slowed down. When the momentum of Hope Bubbles began to overflow, Rod knew the healing was complete.

Sure enough, when Alan opened his eyes, his spiritual power strength had rocketed to 200 billion kilok. In terms of power, Rod’s 75 kilok divine power was only equivalent to 75 billion kilok spiritual energy unless further advances were made, integrating divine power into spiritual energy to form a higher rank state; otherwise, its potency would remain unchanged.

Qingyu exclaimed, "Such powerful spiritual energy, without using Holy Fire, I don’t have such strong spiritual energy, truly unbelievable."

Rod laughed, "Welcome back, First Knight of Trolian, undefeated War God Sir Alan."

Alan’s expression was also momentarily dazed, but he quickly recovered, his deep blue eyes full of mirth, "Brother Rod, Emperor Qingyu, thanks to you, I never thought I could have such strength; perhaps this is the power she gave me."

Rod and Qingyu both knew the "she" Alan referred to was his wife, whose soul formed Alan’s three weapons after her death: the Holy White Great Sword, Indestructible Red Light, and Radiant Great Shield, which have accompanied him to this day.

"Alan, can you feel what the characteristics of your Life of Man are?"

Alan shook his head slightly, "I don’t know, I don’t have any special feelings. I only know battle can temper my will and soul, helping me ignite the Fire Spark."

Rod was slightly disappointed; if only they could further understand Alan’s Life of Man, with such potent human salvation, finding a path for Alan would be incredible.

Nevertheless, they at least knew one thing: Alan is a standard combat type, and fighting is his best way to improve.

Qingyu thought the same and softly said, "Our pressure on the eastern front is great. The Great Shepherd Leader plans to expand in the direction of the Gravel Plain to include it within Trolian’s Spirit Barrier, but the number of Black Fog Symbionts and Black Fog Avatars far exceeds our expectations, posing significant difficulties in advancing. Alan, would you be willing to go?"

Alan knelt down halfway, his azure eyes calmly looking at their king, "I follow the king’s orders, may the fire burn eternally, may the heroes be immortal."

Qingyu gently touched him, and the blessing of fire was imprinted in his soul, "May the Fire Spark be passed down, may humanity endure forever."

As soon as Alan left, the joy in Qingyu’s eyes dimmed, and her face became filled with worry once again.

Rod frowned and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Qingyu raised her gaze, her indescribably beautiful face looking like a radiant flower in the firelight, and she softly asked, "Little Rod, do you think we can lead so many people to survive the great disaster?"

Rod’s heart sank, "Has something happened?"

Qingyu spoke softly, "Iyeta and the Great Shepherd Leader jointly conducted a prophecy; they saw that outside of Trolian, the tide of Black Fog has already submerged the world, and the starlight on the distant starry sky has all dimmed. In the everlasting river of time, the spirit of humanity has all extinguished, under the infinite spirit fog, all is covered in black fog."