The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1564 - 741: Secrets

Rod clearly remembers that before the Blood God died, he told him that the black mist was invincible and that he should "spill blood and spirit," build a true sanctuary, leave the plane, hide in the void, and drift forever in the void.

It seems only this way can one escape the inevitable fate of destruction.

But when Rod asked why, the residual spirit of the Blood God exploded. His final act was to give Rod the Black Blood Eye and tell him that there is a last message in the Black Blood Eye.

Normally, Rod should have immediately received the last message in the Black Blood Eye, but so many things happened afterward, for unknown reasons, he also forgot about this matter.

It wasn’t until Rod stepped into the dream realm that this thought emerged from his mind.

He suddenly realized that if it hadn’t been for the call of the Black Blood Eye in his soul, if he hadn’t stepped into the dream realm, he might never have remembered this matter.

"Is this the taboo of the black mist?"

A strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged in Rod’s heart. Even though he was a powerful Monarch, along with the dream realm’s blessing, he was still influenced by the black mist.

How could those below the Monarch level not be interfered with?

After Rod returned to the dream realm, the Book of Knowledge also suddenly remembered this matter.

"Master, every piece of information that the God of Contaminated Blood mentioned involves significant black mist taboos, and our spirits have been suppressed until the master returned to the dream realm, only then did the complete dream protection resist this influence."

Rod asked with a gloomy face, "When I am not here, is the protection of the dream realm incomplete?"

"To be precise, its position is incomplete, lacking the master’s spirit, the dream realm cannot reach its strongest state."

Rod was silent for a few seconds before asking again.

"But why can the black mist do such things? The dream realm is also a black mist taboo, why is it not obscured?"

The Book of Knowledge slowly flipped its pages, and without speaking, it communicated with Rod through text.

"The cognition of anything is spirit, and our spirit does not exist independently within the soul, the universe’s spirit fog connects every spirit, whether orderly or disorderly. If the black mist covers this cognition, it’s like an obstacle, a mist, obscuring our spirit’s cognition of it, thus every creature born from the spirit fog will forget or overlook it."

"Think about it, the words spoken by the God of Contaminated Blood before his death, many people heard them, but nobody cared, don’t you find it strange?"

The Book of Knowledge paused, its pages slowly flipped, and a new line of text was clearly written.

"As for the dream realm, why do you think it hasn’t been obscured?"

Rod was taken aback, realizing for the first time that the existence of the dream realm had never been known to anyone, not even its name could be recognized.

Yes, perhaps it has long been obscured.

"Book, what should we do then? If we let the black mist obscure like this, everything we’ve worked for will eventually turn into a void of blank."

The Book of Knowledge slowly wrote: "Master, the black mist’s obscuring is not unsolvable. Strong protection, keen perception, and unwavering will can overcome obstacles and penetrate the truth. The black mist cannot completely obscure all cognition, otherwise, all creatures would inevitably fall into disorder and madness, which precisely proves that its power is also limited."

Only then did Rod feel slightly relieved; regardless of its essence, being influenced in thinking is always a very bad experience, but as long as there is a way to handle it, it hasn’t reached a point of irreversibility.

He turned his gaze to the Black Blood Eye, which sat on the base of the Obelisk, a mass of continuously churning black-red blood mist.

Undoubtedly, just based on its aura, Rod recognized it as a powerful divine artifact, but the essence of a divine artifact is actually a "Divine Soul Weapon," generally, no existence other than its master can use it, and it’s unknown how malice managed to gain partial control of it.

What could the Blood God’s unsaid last message be?

Rod walked over and gently picked up the Black Blood Eye. Within the rolling black-red blood mist, a golden brilliance faintly flickered.

That must be the Blood God’s last message. Before his residual spirit collapsed, every word he said triggered massive disturbances, clearly indicating it was extremely important forbidden knowledge, and what kind of secret could this message hidden within the Divine Soul Weapon be?

"Book, pause the advancement of the dream realm, and augment all source energy on the protection."

The Book of Knowledge agreed with a sound, rushing into the House of God, through the Divine Mirror, transferring all the source energy from the Propulsion Ring to the protection of the dream realm.

"Dream Protection, fully operational!"

The sky of the dream realm turned dark, clearly visible, above the sky, iron-like gleams flowed.

Rod took a deep breath and ventured his soul into the Black Blood Eye.

The golden brilliance immediately became bright, illuminating the churning black-red blood mist thoroughly.

The next second, a heavy voice echoed in Rod’s ear.

"We failed."

The voice came from all directions, pressing against Rod’s eardrums.

"The path of the Gods has been severed, no one can become a new God, no one can break through the limits of God, the black mist... the black mist is invincible." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Everything is over, the era belonging to the creatures has ended."

"No, that’s not right, we still have hope, the black mist must have weaknesses, as long as we find its source, find the reason for its birth, there must be a way to eliminate it."

"This is the last hope."

"...the abyss, we must go to the abyss, its source is in the abyss."

Rod’s vision turned pitch black, as if he was in a void space, as the light brightened, he saw a giant figure thrown into the dark sea, the familiar sight reminded him immediately, it was Saint Reel’s Sea of No Light, the abyss’s sealing.

Black light shot to the sky, the Blood God entered the abyss.

And in the distant horizon, at the end of vision, there were three more identical beams of black light.

Rod knew, the four True Gods of the Ancient Epoch simultaneously entered the abyss from four directions, and this is why they disappeared during the great battle.

They attempted to find the source of the black mist in the abyss, but evidently, they failed, all four True Gods fell in the abyss, becoming terrifying monsters.

The illusion slowly faded, the heavy voice echoed in the ear.

"We have failed."

But in an instant, this voice became incredibly elated again.

"No, we have not failed!"

Darkness cascaded before Rod’s eyes, an endless sea of Abyss Monsters, like ants converging, rushed towards a massive blood-red figure.

Boundless Spiritual Energy exploded in the Space, and the power of destruction rampaged through the air. That blood-red figure staggered forward, moving toward deeper darkness.

"We have not failed!"

"We shall achieve victory!"

"Order will surely overcome chaos; wisdom is the miracle of the world, and it will never perish."

The battle grew more intense as countless Abyss Monsters swarmed like a torrential flood, their numbers beyond what the naked eye could see, numbering in the billions.

The Blood God’s steps became more sluggish, but His Spiritual Energy grew fiercer, and the storm of blood forcefully cleaved through the endless darkness, tinging the Abyss with a hint of crimson.

"Ah, Divine Prophecy, I’m about to touch it!"

"I’m about to know the truth!"

Suddenly, the Blood God’s voice turned sharp.

"I saw it!"

"I saw it!"

"It was a man who unleashed this terrible curse, opening the gates to this endless catastrophe, a human! A madman! A lunatic! He’s the cause of it all!"

"He is a person of extreme evil, he gathers all malice, all terror stems from his hatred and brutality."

"Find him, find that person of extreme evil, and you will uncover the secrets of the Black Fog, find a way to completely seal and eliminate it!"

Amid great roaring sounds, the Blood God finally collapsed, engulfed by the endless Abyss Monsters.

No one knows how much time passed before He got back up again. It was a mass of twisted flesh, devouring Abyss Monsters around it crazily, evolving bit by bit, until it became the figure Rod saw.

The environment gradually faded, and Rod’s vision returned to normal, the Blood God’s voice vanished, leaving behind only several lines of cold text.

"Tracing Divine Prophecy, the Black Fog is greatly connected to the Abyss, perhaps the Abyss is its origin."

"I discussed with Them, victory seems remote, we can only risk descending into the Abyss; if unfortunate enough to fall, perhaps the text and information can be hidden within a Soul Weapon for future reference."

"The limits of Spiritual Energy cannot be broken, no one can become the God of old."

"The Ascension Ceremony could not complete the final round, Source Material could not form Divinity, and God would fade from history."

"The Great Dragon City war ended in total defeat, the Giant Ancestor completely fell, the Giant Clan utterly eradicated, bringing an end to new hope and all possibilities vanished as well."

"The Black Fog is sweeping in, Doomsday is about to descend."

Rod observed the writings, quickly noticing that the topmost text appeared to be the dullest, seemingly having been inscribed the earliest, while the text below seemed fresher, as though it was engraved later.

And at the very bottom, there was no text, only a stroke, with traces of Golden Light remaining, evidently, the stroke was the Illusion Realm Rod saw earlier, the Blood God, in the final moments, could not leave words, only images.

But as Rod retracted his Soul’s tendrils, several lines of information surged into his mind.

These were cold knowledge, words without emotional fluctuations, merely a straightforward explanation.

Yet Rod stared wide-eyed at these words, afraid to miss a single one.

In the blink of an eye, everything returned to calm.

The Black Blood Eye remained quietly in his palm, motionless, with no trace of Golden Light within the swirling blood fog.

The Book of Knowledge curiously watched its motionless master, feeling as though countless ants were crawling within its Soul:

"Master, master, what did you see? Did the God of Contaminated Blood tell you how we should respond to the crisis?"

Rod snapped back from his immense shock, his expression turning very complex, with joy, anxiety, worry, sadness, and pain, but joy was the predominant emotion.

"Book."

He said solemnly.

"He is not the God of Contaminated Blood, he is Life’s Blood God, Blood Purification God, Taranor’s Creator and Guardian, Mu!"

"I must remember his name, carve it into stone, so even if I forget, I can instantly recall."

The Book of Knowledge fluttered its pages, urgently asking, "Master, master, what did he ultimately say?"

Rod took a deep breath and detailed everything he saw, without missing a word.

After listening, the Book of Knowledge was also deeply shocked: "The Black Fog, its origin in the Abyss? Released by an extremely evil person?"

Rod replied gravely, "Not only that, it confirms the importance of prior conclusions; now, we can ascertain, True King and Ancient God are fundamentally different, and the path to becoming an Ancient God is indeed severed, with the root cause being the inability to complete Divine Source Material."

The Book of Knowledge rejoiced: "Our guesses were correct! I knew it was so!"

Rod coughed once, speaking of the most crucial point.

"The limit of Spiritual Energy is not level 17, and this is related to the Ancient God."

"The Ascension Ceremony is humanity’s strongest ritual."