The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1479 - 709: True King Ascension (Part 3)
However, in this atmosphere of ecstasy, Rod noticed the glance between Iyeta and the King, a rather ordinary look that passed quickly without any surprises, but he always felt they seemed to be withholding something unsaid.
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After everyone had left, even Rod, who lingered wanting to stay, was driven away by the King with an excuse, Iyeta only came to the King’s side, his expression shifting from joy to somber in an instant.
The King, on the other hand, remained calm, asking plainly: "Are you sure?"
Iyeta nodded: "This is a powerful prophecy, second only to the Source Prophecy of the teacher, the White Tower has prepared for it for a long time, it won’t be wrong."
"Can you describe what you saw?"
Iyeta pondered for a moment and responded: "Certainly, I saw in the Prophetic Hall, under the river of time, golden light shimmering, and the melody of fate played a glorious tune. In the future with endless possibilities, a strong figure stood up, yet his body was still flickering with black light. Dense mist covered the distant future, with not a single ray of light penetrating."
The King blinked.
"This means that the crisis for the King prophesied earlier has still not passed, our future is still shrouded in mist, and remains uncertain."
Iyeta nodded heavily.
The King scratched his head: "If it wasn’t the conspiracy of assassination and the attack of the Mysterious Shadow last time, then what would it be?"
Iyeta said solemnly: "In any case, you must be careful, before finding the source of the crisis, by no means take risks."
"Could the True King Ceremony be dangerous?"
Iyeta shook his head slightly: "I cannot be sure, but deducing from the prophecy, you should succeed, though the process and cost are unpredictable."
The King laughed: "Take things one step at a time. As for the crisis, I reckon there’s a high probability it’s the God of Contaminated Blood, an ancient Divine, twisted beyond imagination through millennia of corruption, while I am but a newly born True King, it’s only natural there is a disparity in power. However, you say I can’t defeat it, I don’t believe it; Trolian has entered a new phase, young Rod has stepped into the ranks of strong Monarchs, Horus has become a Monarch, and Qingyu along with Jon are about to ascend. We will soon surpass Saint Reel. I am not fighting alone, plus we have Saint Reel’s experience, we won’t repeat the same mistakes. Even if I die, a new King will soon be born, perhaps doing even better?"
Iyeta also revealed a smile: "It’s possible."
The King turned around, gazing at the blazing Holy Fire, the foundation upon which all humanity survives, the source of all Soul Power.
"Then let it come, the new storm has arrived, but I believe sunlight will eventually pierce through the night, the future road lies beneath our feet."
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Bossivale never imagined this day would come so quickly; fortunately, he had reinforced the True King Ceremony multiple times.
As far as the ceremony itself is concerned, it has become flawless, even more extravagant than the True King Ceremony of Saint Reel.
All thirteen masters of the Ashen Throne came, although many were not yet Monarch Level, yet the human fortune accumulated on them was indispensable.
This is the critical core for the ascension of a True King. Without enough fortune, Bossivale would absolutely not proceed with the ceremony. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
He lifted his head, sighting the swaying Holy White Tree, in Saint Reel, it is called the Tree of Life, a highly precious holy tree. Legend states it originates from the Ancient Epoch’s Elf Holy Tree, a creation tree connecting heaven and earth, possessing unimaginable power, unfortunately destroyed in the Battle of the Holy Tree. Despite the Elves leaning against it, they were annihilated by an unknown existence, leaving not even a speck of ash.
Therefore, corrupted elves are rarely encountered among monsters, in contrast to the widespread corrupted Giant Dragons and Giants, perhaps this is a better outcome.
The current Holy White Tree is actually just the seed of the Elf Holy Tree; compared to the legendary Holy Tree, its power is worlds apart, yet in their eyes, it is already an incomparable existence.
The moment the True King Ceremony is completed, the Holy White Tree, which hasn’t grown for many years, suddenly began to grow once more. Amidst the cloud-like dense branches, countless new buds emerged, a rich life aura wafted throughout the greenhouse, under the leadership of Aiken, the Life Priests supplied ample nutrients daily to the Holy White Tree.
The True King Ceremony is happening directly beneath the Holy White Tree, this life energy mist might facilitate the King’s ascension more smoothly.
Bossivale turned his head, the greenhouse was filled with people, nearly all the strong figures of Trolian gathered here, such a grand event had never occurred before, and likely wouldn’t happen again.
Suddenly, everyone raised their heads, seeing moonlight flashing across the sky, falling in front of everyone, a tall woman in blue armor stepped out from the moonlight.
Horus complained: "Olivia, didn’t I tell you to be back before three o’clock at noon? Why are you fifty seconds late?"
Olivia glanced at him, dissatisfied: "Archbishop, I was battling in the Shattered Mountains region, when I received your urgent message I was west of Saint Reel, cooperating with Alan to cut off pursuit. You have no idea how frenzied those flesh monsters were, nearly driving me into the Sea of No Light. You suddenly contacted me, and I had to detour a long way."
