The Last King Of Darkness

Countless streams of light flashed past Rod, and in this brief yet infinitely long instant, that great Spirit had completely merged into his soul, becoming a part of him.

Rod clenched his hands. He was still himself, although he possessed the majority of "Lo’s" memories, it felt like another life. "He" was merely a residual spirit lingering in his soul, like a unique mark derived from the supreme mark of the Law Origin Ring. It was precisely this mark, this residual spirit, that allowed him to break through all obstacles and step into the domain of the True King, retaining a sliver of hope amidst this utterly despairing darkness.

But it was just a sliver. Although "Lo" said he was unique, the one most in tune with his inspiration, after acquiring the majority of his memories, Rod knew very well that this was the last choice. In countless years of accumulation, the Black Fog had become unimaginably strong. It had drawn too much power from the entire Supreme Universe, undergoing countless evolutions and mutations, its strength far surpassing the original.

This is also the reason why most corrupted monsters were becoming weaker; the long erosion deepened their fall yet brought no strength to them.

This counterintuitive phenomenon had once puzzled Rod, but facing such a terrifying darkness, he hadn’t delved deep into it. Only now did he realize the reason—the Black Fog could strip away their essence of "existence" from the root, utterly annihilating their matter and souls and transforming them into twisted, malformed dark power. This was a force belonging to the Supreme Universe; the more it took, the weaker the entire Supreme Universe became, while the Black Fog as a whole grew stronger, pure Black Fog creations grew stronger, yet the power of living beings grew weaker. The erosion of the Sea of Source grew graver, the sources of purification extinguished one by one, and human heroic spirits were being obliterated one after another.

The residual spirit of "Lo," with supreme inspiration, perceived the nearing of doomsday and had no choice but to choose him. He wasn’t the best choice, not the Avatar of the Fire Will, not the Child of Destiny, just a straw grasped in dire moments. The destruction of the Ancient Epoch and Fire Epoch brought humanity to the cliff’s edge, and he was the only hope. His arrival at this point was both expected and unexpected.

"This is fate."

In the echo within his soul, he said so.

"A fate created by you."

At this moment, the once-human hero entrusted everything to Rod. This was his final ripple, his only possible method to defeat the Black Fog found over countless ages, yet without him, none of this would be possible. Rod shattered the dark heart beyond the starry sky, leaving a sliver of hope for this improbable victory.

Countless streams of light surged into Rod’s soul, not only the residual spirit of "him" but also his Divine Country. The Dream Realm was initially crafted within his Divine Country, a part of it. To build the Dream Realm, he divided his Divine Country, so essentially, the Dream Realm and this peculiar space were perpetually his.

Rod’s God-breaking strike not only plundered his spirit but also devoured his Divine Country. Everything of his returned to the Dream Realm, and at that moment, the Dream Realm reached an unprecedented form, a more complete, much stronger form. Once a rudimentary existence, shaped by successive Masters of Dreams and countless human changes, it reached today’s extent, and as the ninth Master of Dreams, Rod elevated it to an unimaginable height.

And this was the basis for that sliver of victory opportunity.

Boom!

Almost the second after Rod shattered the seal and absorbed the residual spirit, the entire universe erupted with unimaginable tremors, enormous roaring sounds piercing through the starry sky, waves spreading millions of miles, the violent tremor making space vibrate like a drum.

The Primordial Divine King Atos had completely awakened.

On that massive divine remains, two pure black suns appeared, his eyes, unimaginable darkness boiling within. Indescribable pollution spread along his gaze across the starry sky, pure darkness descending at speeds near light, the intensity of the Black Fog instantly reaching an unimaginable level, even space seeming polluted, pure black cracks spreading along with these two gigantic black beams across the starry sky, like an invisible cosmic spider weaving a completely black web, turning the starry sky into an abyss, even time submerged in darkness.

"He’s awake!"

The Book of Knowledge screamed.

"The master shattered the Black Fog seal, disrupting the Primordial Divine King’s long slumber!"

Infinite power erupted from the starry sky, the resonant sound pounding in the ears, like the pulsation of a cosmic heart.

The mannequin shouted urgently: "Run, master, leave here, we cannot fight him in the Primordial Divine King’s Divine Country!"

But Rod remained motionless, his gaze fixed solely on that cluster of blazing black light. After smashing the dark seal, countless dark particles began to precipitate, the light becoming gradually clear. That was the "Black Ring Seal," crafted from fragments of the Law Origin Ring, possessing unimaginable purification power. It was the strongest Source Artifact in existence against the Black Fog, precisely because of its existence that this human hero could guard beyond this starry sky for countless years.