The Last King Of Darkness

Certainly! Here is the translation:

Additionally, after harvesting the Soul of the Primordial Goddess, Rod now possesses enough Nightmare Fuel, almost half of all the Nightmare Fuel he had previously acquired. And after the collapse of the Divine Country, he gained a massive amount of Nightmare Fuel, so now, the Dream Realm no longer lacks the Eternal Dream.

The long-awaited resurrection ritual can finally begin.

Today, Rod is already a powerful True King, and the Dream Realm not only has been fully restored but also greatly enhanced. With the powers of the Spirit of Life and the Spirit of Death, resurrection is far simpler than before.

Almost without expending much effort, the fallen King once again appeared before everyone.

"Is this... little Rod’s Domain?"

Stepping out from the endless dust, the King stared in confusion at this special Space and those familiar faces.

"Luo Weiya, Jelaba, Fei Xue, Olivia... you have entered here? Is it the True King? Has Rod breached all taboos, broken all barriers, and become the True King? Have we defeated the ultimate Black Fog, or are we about to face the heart of the Black Fog?"

One cannot deny that the King’s wisdom truly surpasses ordinary imagination; he figured out the current situation in no time.

What is even more shocking is the King’s talent, no less than his wisdom. Even though the resurrected King no longer possesses the Holy Fire or sits on the Source Heavenly God Throne, the idea of the Twin Kings really was a scam, he left everything to Qingyu. But with just a Human Soul and no support, he managed to break through the Sacrificial Refining Field of the quasi-king in just half a day and become a peak quasi-king.

And the resources he expended were not more than most of the Life of Man.

Rod couldn’t believe such a person exists. Every human strong here almost has a unique background, yet only the King is a pure human and can reach such heights.

"Wuwu, it’s wonderful!" Luo Weiya cried: "King, you have finally returned; you don’t know how much we missed you when you were gone."

The King smiled and said: "I’m no longer the King of Troli. The current King is Qingyu; calling me King is not quite suitable anymore, so just use another title."

"Your original name?"

"No." The King shook his head slightly: "I’ve been reborn from death, freed from the shackles of the Holy Fire, I want to use a new name to commemorate my new life, um... just call me Old King."

Thus, Old King returned smoothly to the human group. Under Rod’s blessing, he also possessed similar power to the True King, further enhancing the combat strength of humans.

Rod also saw a new opportunity—what if he resurrects all the fallen human strongmen over the years? Could humans become even stronger?

This thought, once it appeared, rooted firmly in his mind, and achieving this wasn’t impossible. As long as he defeats the second Primordial God and harvests Its Soul, he can complete this feat.

Rod suppressed the ecstasy inside and looked up to the sky.

High above that endless Starry Sky, countless twisted vortices still encircle the Primordial Divine King, and the waves of the Sea of Source still have not ceased. The erosion by the Black Fog on the Sea of Source has greatly accelerated but still has not completed.

The other Primordial Gods have not fully Awakened yet—to avoid falling into the same situation as the Primordial Divine King, They can only wake up slowly like this.

"Time is on our side." Rod whispered to himself.

But at the same time, a question arose in his heart.

What did the Primordial Goddess mean by "it’s too late"?