The Last King Of Darkness

Rod glanced at it half-believing, but didn’t care much, and shifted his gaze to his last Star.

[Burning Destiny], [Requires: 1 unit of Divine Soul, 2000 units of Strong Source, 8000 units of Soul Firewood].

Rod casually picked a soul from the Soul Altar, an ordinary Divine Soul; he had plenty of those.

After putting [Chaos Demon Beelzebub’s Soul] and the corresponding materials into the Ash, the Star finished its rekindling.

[Burning Destiny]

[State: Primordial]

[Position: Above the Spirit Realm]

[Star Energy: Burning Destiny]

[Star Soul: Destiny Control]

[Strength: 25 billion]

[Source: 2500]

[Description: Destiny, I await your decree, but we will never bow our heads—burn in madness!]

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[Burning Destiny]: Burn your destiny and let the final conflagration sweep through your soul; any of your attacks will burn the enemy’s destiny.

[Destiny Control]: Reduces the damage done to your destiny, and increases the damage done to the enemy’s destiny.

——

Not bad!

Rod clenched his fist. The once-useless [Burning Destiny] Star had finally become practical. Before this it was basically a mutual-destruction Star; after fighting the Black Fog Primordial Body back then, he himself had almost fallen.

Asa had to mend things for at least several weeks before restoring his destiny trajectory.

Rod burst into wild laughter. Infinite, mighty Spiritual Energy erupted within his soul; he returned to the Dream Realm in an instant, condensed 175,000 Divinity into 175 Divine Flowers, and poured them all into the Divine Fire in one go.

The golden Divine Fire swelled in an instant, golden flames solid as substance almost engulfing the pillar-like Obelisk. Under an invisible force, the seven complete Root Origins quickly recongealed into seven units of Primordial Law.

So far, within Rod’s soul, upon that shining "Constellation," there were already 11 units of Primordial Law.

He leapt in one breath into the Third Stage of the Primordial.

Endless Spiritual Energy swirled within his soul, forming a violent Spiritual Energy storm, then poured into the Primordial Law, forming mighty Divine Power.

Rod’s Divine Power Strength surged to 275 marks, meaning the power he could unleash was already equivalent to 27.5 billion kilo-marks of Spiritual Energy.

At this moment, the joy in Rod’s heart was beyond words. It was the first time he had grasped such a powerful force. In Troli, aside from Solos and a few others, there was no one stronger than him now.

He looked toward the tip of the Obelisk and saw, within the burning Divine Fire, a line of brand-new golden text emerging:

Soul Strength: 393.6 billion

Soul Stars: 24

Humanity: 400 million

Divinity: 449,168

Soulless Soul Flower: 350,000

Spiritual Flower: 150,000

Inside the Stele: 611 units of Root Origin, 1003 units of Strong Source, 1260 units of Source

Soul Altar: [Incomprehensible Chaotic Spirit] [Fire Saint Emperor’s Soul] 8 units [Divine Soul], etc.

Divine Fire: 275

Source Energy: 30,307

Integrity: 70%

Storage: 3,050,800,000 units of Soul Residue, 13,260,000 units of various Soul Trait Blocks, 1052 Flowers of Humanity, 800,000 units of Nightmare Fuel, 11 units of Destiny Energy, 3 units of Eternal Dream, 10 units of Colorful Dreams, 1607 units of Divine Source Material, etc.

Special Items: 2 Guardians of Darkness, Black Blood Eye, Fire King’s Device, 2 Corrupted Holy Fire Seeds

Source Material: Dark Abyss, Abyssal Fragment, 31 units of Divine Skull, Time Stone, 3 units of Mountain Blood, Eternal Fog, 2 units of Primordial Soil, Light of Eternal Death.

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Rod sighed inwardly. Of the total 1,561,588 Divinity, he had just spent 1,112,420 in one breath, leaving only a bit more than 440,000.

The consumption of Divinity was far greater than he had expected, but the gains were also unimaginable.

His Soul Strength had skyrocketed to 393.6 billion, the Dream Realm’s Source Energy had shot straight past 30,000, and Integrity had reached 70%. The various resources were so numerous they were hard to count.

Especially the Root Origin, Nightmare Fuel, and Flowers of Humanity.

It was predictable that for a long time to come, he would no longer lack Source Law, nor would he lack Colorful Dreams and Hope Bubbles.

The only thing still lacking was endless Divinity.

"Book." Rod noticed one entry in the special items. "What is this Fire King’s Device for?"

The Book of Knowledge answered, "This is a creation that bears the Holy Fire. Each one is specially forged, composed of Source Material, and only suited to the old Holy Fires. For you, its only use is to dismantle it, to reinforce Troli’s King Artifacts—but Troli’s King Artifacts are already strong enough, so it’s not of much use."

Rod felt a bit regretful. Such a powerful item could only sit in the Dream Realm’s Storage gathering dust.

What he lamented even more were the Corrupted Holy Fire Seeds. If only there were a way to purify them. However, the Book of Knowledge had long since told him that Source Material generally would not corrupt, but once corrupted, it meant that this solidified Source Law had fallen and could no longer be purified.

The Holy Fire Seed was also a special kind of Source Material; once corrupted, it could never again be purified.

"Book, what are these Source Materials for? They’ve been sitting there for so long; I already have 31 Divine Skulls."

The Book of Knowledge answered, "Master, don’t worry. Once the Dream Realm is fully restored, they will come in handy. Further Enhancement of the Dream Realm will require Source Materials—the more the better."

Only then did Rod feel relieved. Just as he was about to move his gaze away, he suddenly noticed the Soul Altar again. That [Incomprehensible Chaotic Spirit] was still there. This was the bizarre soul he had obtained back in the Ice Prison. Its Description had never been able to manifest; even now, that one line remained taboo.

"What’s the deal with this soul?"

The Book of Knowledge pondered. "Master, I have a conjecture. It may be related to the True Gods of the earliest Epoch."

Rod slightly furrowed his brow. No matter how he looked at it, this soul didn’t seem to have any special appearance. Perhaps he would have to wait until the Dream Realm was fully restored before he could see what secret it truly concealed.

The Book of Knowledge flipped a few pages, then said with a trace of worry in its tone, "Master, you have just stepped into the Third Stage of the Primordial. Although you qualify to enter the Extremely Deep Layer of the Abyss, it is still extremely dangerous."

Rod’s expression grew solemn as he asked in a deep voice, "Asa, can you foreshow how dangerous this trip will be?"

Asa rapidly flipped through its pages. Amid the flashing Golden Light, it shouted, "Master, I see it—the deep darkness, a heavy danger, yet a ray of dawn still pierces through. You are not without a chance."

Rod nodded slightly. He was, after all, a Third Stage Primordial Master of Dreams. With 275 marks of Divine Power, he could influence all the Stars in the "Constellation" of his soul, far stronger than ordinary Primordial powerhouses.

It was a pity he no longer had more "Strong Divine Souls," or he could have grown even stronger. Although Giant Stars generally only required "Divine Souls," only one Giant Star had returned its Ash.

What surprised him most was that even though his Soul Strength had surged to nearly 400 billion, the 25th Star slot still hadn’t appeared.

The Book of Knowledge pondered. "Master, perhaps you must enter the Fourth Stage of the Primordial before you can ignite the 25th Star."

Rod felt a bit of regret, but he also believed that rekindling all the Stars was only a matter of time. One day, he would step upon that absolute summit and launch a challenge toward that uncrossable chasm.

He swept his gaze across the Constellation. Those fully burning Stars radiated incredibly brilliant light, filling him with confidence in the future. This also drove him urgently to the Ash Tower, eager to find more Ash.

But this time, the location shown for the Ash was extremely strange. On the ashen image, there was only endless darkness.

The Book of Knowledge stared for a long time before speaking. "Master, if I’m not mistaken, this is the deepest layer of the Abyss—the most primordial basal Abyss."

Rod’s heart trembled. The Ash was actually at the very bottom of the Abyss. In legend, that was the true Abyss; all the other layers, in essence, were only Derivative Layers of the Abyss.

The Book of Knowledge said solemnly, "Master, though my memory has not yet recalled everything about it, personally I believe that unless you step into Quasi-King, you should not set foot there."

Rod frowned, and before he could speak, the voice of the Great Shepherd Leader suddenly sounded in his ear.

"White Tower, preparations complete."

"The prophecy of the [Most Evil One] can begin!"