The Last King Of Darkness

Trolian smiled and said, "Isn’t the Royal City under your protection? Jinworth, you’re no weaker than me, besides, it’s not as if I’m never coming back."

"But, what if you really never return?"

Trolian fell silent, and after a long pause, he softly replied, "Then I’ll never return."

He paused and continued, "If the Royal City falls and I haven’t returned, lead everyone into the sewer, pour out the Divine Blood, let the Black Fog extinguish the Holy Fire."

The figure asked in surprise, "Will that help us escape the great disaster?"

Trolian shook his head slightly, "I don’t know, but the Divine Blood obtained by Heigao’er at the cost of his demise might help us escape the Main Continent, and perhaps help us survive the tide of Black Fog."

The figure was silent for a while, then pleaded, "Can you not leave? Without you, I don’t know how to survive."

Trolian smiled faintly, "Jinworth, you have already grown, I believe even if I’m not here, you can lead humanity to survival. I have a premonition, as if destiny guided me here, on this land, perhaps there’s an opportunity to defeat the Black Fog."

"Lord Trolian..."

"Alright, I’m leaving now, bless me, Jinworth, our King."

Trolian kneeled on one knee, bowing slightly.

The figure could only raise his hand, the light of the Holy Fire wrapped around his hand, transforming into a Blessing of Fire, imprinting on his soul.

As the white light flickered, Trolian vanished without a trace, leaving only the lone figure in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

The scene ended, the Golden Light retreated like a tide, with a snap, the Book of Eternity closed its pages, and Trolian’s statue fell into complete silence.

Rod stood still, frozen in place, his pupils losing focus. He suddenly realized why Trolian’s Academy was called Jinworth Academy, it turned out Trolian’s first king was not himself, but Jinworth.

On close reflection, it was only natural, if Trolian was the Guardian of the Holy Fire, he could not leave the Royal City, how then could he enter the deepest part of the Abyss?

Trolian’s Soul Trait was not "Eternal Burning Fire", he possessed a kind of space-related Source Law.

The most crucial point was, he knew of the existence of "Divine Blood", which was obtained by the previous Master of Dreams Heigao’er at the cost of his fall. It was "Divine Blood" that helped them escape the Main Continent and also helped Trolian survive this sudden great disaster.

The puppet whispered, "It seems then, Divine Blood is the key to traverse the Black Domain of the Main Continent and enter the Main Continent!"

Rod frowned and asked, "What is Divine Blood? Is it the blood of the Primordial God? How did Heigao’er obtain it? Could it be... during the Fire Epoch, the adversary was the fallen Primordial God?"

The Book of Knowledge slowly flipped the pages, and pondered, "Master, perhaps your speculation is correct, the Dream Realm was shattered during the confrontation with the Primordial God, but the most important question is, how do we obtain Divine Blood?"

Rod’s brow furrowed deeper, he recalled, in the prophetic images, Trolian had said for Jinworth to lead humanity "into the sewer, pour out the Divine Blood."

According to logical deduction, the Divine Blood must have been long poured into the sewer. Since more than eighteen hundred years have passed, can Divine Blood still be found?

Everyone fell into silence, even Asa said nothing, but gradually, Rod’s gaze turned towards Asa, submerged beneath the invisible water surface.

A bold idea flashed through his mind, could this Divine Blood still remain in Trolian’s sewer? After all, Trolian has been destroyed not just once, according to ancient scrolls, over these eighteen hundred years, Trolian has faced extinction thrice and revived thrice from ruin.

All along, this has been the focal point of scholarly research: why did Trolian perish, and by what means did it survive? It’s an unsolved mystery; scholars in the Jinwoosi Society generally believe they hid in the sewer, but the question is, can the sewer truly stop the Black Fog? Can it truly save humanity?

Now, Rod knew, Divine Blood was poured into the sewer, hence he had a hypothesis, is there still residual Divine Blood in the sewer, could this be the reason why Trolian thrice overcame extinction crises,

He voiced his thoughts to the Book of Knowledge, the puppet, and Asa; the latter immediately raised doubts: "Won’t it be washed away by water?"

Rod shook his head: "If it were washed away, how did Trolian survive subsequent disasters?"

"You mean..." Asa had an ominous premonition: "You think Divine Blood still resides in the sewer, in those... Ugh!"

Rod nodded slightly: "I suspect, Divine Blood might be submerged in that ancient excrement, dispersed within the lowest layer of the sewer, if one can consume all the feces, it’s possible to re-condense the Divine Blood."

"Ugh!" Asa could no longer withstand, running to a corner, frantically fanning the pages.

The Book of Knowledge was both nauseated and impressed: "Master, your wisdom is unimaginable, perhaps, this is why you became the Master of Dreams."

Rod smiled briefly, but his expression quickly turned grim. Though he had clarified the key issue, many lingering doubts still resided in his heart. Trolian’s destruction was too peculiar; the tide of Black Fog arrived extremely ferociously, from the appearance of the anomaly to the tide’s arrival, it took very little time, and quickly reached its peak. Humans in the Royal City being able to survive in an environment where the Holy Fire was extinguished indicated that this tide of Black Fog did not last long.

"Master."

The Book of Knowledge also thought of this, and gently said, "The tide of Black Fog Trolian experienced was shorter and more ferocious, it’s like a ripple amidst two tides of Black Fog; perhaps, such Black Fog disasters will have multiple rounds in the final catastrophe, precisely because of this, so many kingdoms fell during the Fire Epoch, and the Starry Kingdom and Trolian could experience such destructive disasters."

Rod was silent for a few seconds, then softly asked, "Why did this tide of Black Fog occur in Trolian? Was it chance, or is there a special reason?"

The Book of Knowledge slowly turned the pages, cautiously answering, "Master, I don’t know."

Rod did not delve further, the priority now was to head to the Main Continent and find the fragments of the Dream Realm and the ashes of the Star.

But before leaving the Dream Realm, a thought suddenly crossed his mind; Trolian mentioned seeming to be guided here by destiny, what did this so-called "guiding destiny" entail?

Moreover, what is the "hidden opportunity" on this land?

This thought flashed by, and Rod put it behind him, with the fastest speed he arrived at the Royal City’s sewer, familiar odors assaulted his nose, mixed with decay, antiquity, and diluted stench.

Once, this vast sewer flowed with the enormous excrement of Giants, after the end of the Ancient Epoch, this Royal City and its sewer remained silent for countless years, through these innumerable ages, those ancient feces settled, forming new "riverbeds."

Perhaps, this is where Divine Blood is hidden.

"Asa!"

Rod spoke blandly.

"Rise and eat feces."

Splat!

Asa immediately jumped up, awakened, and shouted: "Where?"

"Here, the entire sewer, these ancient feces, they will definitely greatly aid your power, consume them, you will gain greater power, allowing faster erosion of the Evil Thought Stele!"

Rod lifted his hand, a phantom appeared beside him, it swiftly turned yellow and turbid, beginning to swell, like a barrel full of dung.

"Hahaha, a master worthy of my allegiance! I’ve longed to devour these ancient feces!"

Asa laughed wildly as he plunged into the sewer, the black and yellow turbid aura swiftly spread, penetrating into the depths of the sewer, swallowing those solidified fecal layers into his stomach.

"Delicious, unparalleled delicacy."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, my power, my power surges forth!"

"Hahaha, I am the King of Devouring Feces, none shall prevent me from devouring feces!"

"Not even a God!"