The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1481 - 710: The First True King
At that moment, endless radiance burst forth from the ceremony, engulfing the entire botanical garden.
Rod only felt an inexplicable force guiding him, the fortune that had lingered within him for so long gently flowed out, converging into a massive orb of light.
And around him, there were twelve similar streams of energy.
The intangible flow of human destiny converged at this moment, forming a mighty torrent.
And the King stood at the front of this flood, with immense power driving his soul.
The Position, once thought to have reached its limit, began to slowly rise again, and the stubborn Strong Source finally loosened.
He closed his eyes, spreading his spiritual perception.
The tranquil, profound, and mysterious Sea of Source emerged around him, the tranquil waves echoing within his soul.
This is the deepest layer of the world, the primordial law of the universe, where everything operates according to its rules, the final and starting point of all energy, the origin of all Soul Traits and abilities.
The King shifted his gaze to the Position’s perspective, seeing his Strong Source floating in the midsection of the Sea of Source, it glimmered faintly, possessing a bright entity, which was the Quantified Source Law residing in the soul.
Surrounding it were ethereal flows, appearing so soft and feeble that they seemed incapable of obstructing anything, these were the Non-Quantized Source Laws, the "flows" were merely surface appearances, intangible and formless.
By logic, they shouldn’t exert any pressure.
But when the King’s Strong Source stirred, an infinite pressure swept over him instantly.
The soft flows seemed to transform into steel and rock in an instant, firmly anchoring the King’s Strong Source in place.
The King had tried countless times.
He leaned on the Holy Fire, pushing the Strong Source with incredibly powerful Spiritual Energy, yet he couldn’t move it.
But now, under the onslaught of the human torrent, it unexpectedly loosened a bit.
"King, gather all the Spiritual Energy."
Bossivale’s voice came from beside him.
"The Source Ascension is about to begin."
The King took a deep breath, gathering Spiritual Energy within his soul.
The Source Law radiated a strong glow, under his urging, it pressed deeper into the Sea of Source with all its might.
Greater pressure came rushing, and with the deeper penetration of the Source Law, the pressure multiplied moment by moment.
Yet, the King didn’t find it difficult, the enormous pressure was shared, circulating to the six Monarchs and the True King Ceremony’s main body.
"Very light."
The King murmured, whenever he tried to take the final step before, the immense pressure always made him unable to move, each time he gave up was not because his Spiritual Energy was insufficient, but because his soul couldn’t withstand the terrifying pressure.
"The True King Ceremony is indeed effective."
Joyful, the King increased his speed, the Source Law, enduring the pressure, advanced deeper, higher, farther.
A unprecedented sense of exhilaration swept across his mind, but after just a few seconds, he heard Bossivale shout:
"King, slow down, slow down, we can’t hold on, the True King Ceremony is about to collapse!"
The King came to his senses and slowed his pace.
Within the True King Ceremony, the six Monarchs collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
A moment ago, they felt like the sky was falling, the terrifying pressure nearly tore their souls apart, and the True King Ceremony almost fractured, fortunately, the resources Rod provided were ample, and Bossivale’s materials were substantial enough to withstand such a strong impact.
Bossivale wiped sweat off his brow: "The King’s Spiritual Energy is too strong, once the correct path of ascension is found, his ascension speed is too fast."
He was also completely relieved, the King’s foundation was so robust, having reached an almost True King level.
This advancement shouldn’t pose much of a problem.
Soon, the King’s Source Law reached a suitable position, and Bossivale immediately injected the Primordial Spirit Power, long prepared, into the True King Ceremony.
This was the most crucial step of the entire ceremony, proven by countless practices, that without the support of a higher Position, a Strong Source could never complete the Ascension, no matter how much force was applied, the pressure of the entire Sea of Source would shatter any soul attempting to seize authority.
The best way is to receive aid from another True King.
If not, using Primordial Spirit Power can substitute.
The True King Ceremony, infused with Primordial Spirit Power, became incredibly bright, an immensely powerful aura came rushing.
Most of those present hadn’t sensed the Primordial Spirit Power, its sheer power deeply shocked everyone present, no weak spirit energy of the Source, no light spirit energy of the Source, nor the strong spirit energy of the Strong Source, could compare to it.
In the face of such mighty spirit energy, their spirit energy was as weak as a gravely ill elder, a newborn infant, one could easily defeat ten of them.
"Is this the power possessed by a true Monarch?"
A Guardian exclaimed.
"Before it, we’re like fireflies."
Another Guardian, Chucher, laughed: "Don’t be disheartened, soon we’ll step into the ranks of the Commander."
"Isn’t that still a bug?"
"But with many bugs, one can still bite a person to death."
Chucher pounded his chest, not a trace of discouragement on his face.
"Moreover, with the King shielding us in the front, we just bite at its damaged parts, burrow into its blood vessels, destroy its flesh, tear its bones, no matter how strong the monster, it can’t withstand us tormenting it this way."
The Guardian shivered: "Stop talking."
The other Guardian chuckled: "See, you’re afraid, proving this tactic is feasible, didn’t Bossivale say it? To truly step onto the battlefield facing the darkness, one must step into the ranks of the Commander, in other words, as long as we step into the ranks of the Commander, we can definitely go to the battlefield, right?"
