The Last King Of Darkness

Fei Xue appeared very excited, "Let’s go, it doesn’t matter if we die down there! As long as we can uncover the truth of the Black Fog!"

Rod shook his head, "If the truth can’t be conveyed out, what use is it for you to know? Let’s return to the Royal City first. I won’t close the Teleportation Gate; once we’ve made all the preparations, we’ll come back here to enter the deepest layer of the Abyss. Time is limited, but we must not rush; otherwise, the opportunity will slip away from us and create an even greater disaster."

Chucher felt a chill in his heart, "That’s right, Lord Rod is correct. We can act quickly, but must not be hasty in spirit. Let’s return to the Royal City!"

Having said that, he was the first to step into the Teleportation Gate, followed closely by Viheler, Fei Xue, Frank, and the others. Rod entered the Teleportation Gate last, maintaining the Spirit Boat; he was not worried about the Teleportation Gate being extinguished by unknown forces. With the prior experience, returning to the deep layers of the Abyss would not take too long.

In the instant he returned to the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, Rod left behind a sentence, "Do not disturb me." He then entered the Dream Realm.

He knew that Chucher, Viheler, Frank, and the others would inform Qingyu and the Great Shepherd Leader of everything that happened below, and they would make the right decisions. He didn’t need to worry; what he needed to do now was quickly restore the Dream Realm and rekindle the Stars.

Rod went to the Soul Altar and extracted the Dream Fragment from the Deformed Fusion Soul.

It was a pattern he had never seen before, incomparably complex, as if showing Rod its mystery and importance.

The Book of Knowledge shouted with joy, "Spirit of Death! It’s on the right side of Moon Lake, Master, go restore it quickly, it’s the complete Spirit of Death!"

"Spirit of Death?"

Rod felt a bit strange, but nevertheless immediately went to the right side of Moon Lake. After the gray mist fell from the back of his hand, a large mass of stone-like objects appeared in the mist of Moon Lake.

They appeared gray and white, lifeless, like faded fragments of Spirit, thin and sprawling, like weathered rocks.

A line of strange gray and white text surfaced in Rod’s consciousness.

[Spirit of Death]: Return dead souls to the Dream Realm.

Rod’s eyes widened; is this what the Book of Knowledge was referring to, a powerful Dream Creation?

"What is its use?"

The Book of Knowledge shouted joyfully, "The ’Spirit of Death’ affects all departed beings, summoning fallen souls back to the Dream Realm. It greatly enhances the efficiency of the Soul Wilderness, Eternal Square, Guardian Murals, Evil Ghost Stone Tank, Tombstone, and the Dream-Source-transformed Envoys, especially the Dream Envoys. If they tragically die, their souls have a high probability of returning to the Dream Realm and existing as the Guardian Spirit of the Dream Realm."

Rod was shocked, "What did you say? All Dream Envoys?"

"That’s right! All Envoys of the Dream Realm will return to their Divine Country after death!"

The Book of Knowledge said proudly with its spine raised.

"Not only that, but on the left side of Moon Lake is the ’Spirit of Life.’ If we restore these two Dream Creations, we can resurrect the fallen powerful beings. Of course, this comes at a great cost—the longer the death, and the stronger the being, the greater the cost... However, no matter the cost, it’s incomparable to the life granted by the Source Heavenly God Throne."

Rod’s eyes widened, almost unable to believe his ears, "So, you mean I can resurrect the King?"

The Book of Knowledge tilted upright, its spine facing him, "Yes!"

For the first time, Rod forgave the Book of Knowledge for its impudence; the joy in his heart was indescribable. The King’s talent was unquestionable, and he believed that if the King could be resurrected, he would reach the Primordial Peak in a short time, possibly crossing that line to join him as the True King.

Moreover, the King’s wisdom was not confined to his talent. If the current Trolian had the King’s help, their chances of survival would significantly increase.

At this moment, Rod was filled with fervent passion. He wanted to find the ’Spirit of Life’ immediately, resurrect the King, and see what the King thought about the current situation.

However, unexpectedly, the scene displayed by the Heavenly Sphere Clock this time was pitch black, showing nothing. Moreover, the coordinates provided were very strange, seemingly not in the Three Realms, no matter how Rod calculated.

"Could it be..."

A speculation rose vaguely in Rod’s mind, "Is this Dream Fragment in the deepest part of the Abyss?"

The Book of Knowledge mused, "It’s possible; these coordinates are too strange, unlike an area that can exist in space."

"But if even the Spirit Boat can’t reach the deepest part of the Abyss, how did the Dream Fragment get there?"

The Book of Knowledge was silent for a few seconds, then slowly replied, "Perhaps, it’s the Black Fog?"

Rod’s heart jolted, and a thought surged into his mind, "Could it be, this fragment is the ’Spirit of Life’?"

The Book of Knowledge jumped up, shouting, "It’s possible! Very possible! Master, this is one of the most important creations of the Dream Realm, posing a significant threat to the Black Fog; hence, it’s hidden by the Black Fog in the deepest, most unreachable place!"

Rod immediately clenched his fist, his gaze shifting instantly to the Obelisk.

"Rekindle the Stars!"

The Book of Knowledge shouted.

"Please step into the Domain of the Quasi-King and become the true Master of Dreams!"