The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1567 - 743: Crisis
The corruption and fall of the Pope of the White Sect of Saint Reel marked the beginning of all disasters and was the main reason for the downfall of Saint Reel.
Rod once went with the first Saint Heir of the White Sect, Takxis, to the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground in the Saint Rel Royal City, where they met the Pope O’Sullivan, who was on the brink of corruption.
This true King revealed the whole truth, saying that the real threat came from beyond the Spirit Realm, that the pollution from the Sea of Source was feeding back into the world, and that the great terror from Star Space would eventually descend. It was when he foresaw such a moment of destruction that he ventured alone into the starry sky to try to stop the great pollution’s arrival. But alas, the God of Contaminated Blood awoke at this time, and the pope, fighting on two fronts, was ultimately corrupted, bringing tragedy regardless.
Yet it was not the worst outcome.
A thread of hope was preserved for Saint Reel as Trolian defeated the invading Blood God. The great terror and great pollution from the starry sky had not yet descended, and all still seemed possible.
Rod clearly remembered him telling them that only the Primordial Fire could withstand such a terrifying disaster. They needed to find the ten Human Kingdoms from the Fire Epoch, gather all the Holy Fire Seeds, and, if possible, enter the true Abyss, as the Ancient Gods sought the secrets of the Black Fog there.
Finally, he earnestly pleaded with Trolian’s Invincible War God to ensure future return here to kill him and seize the Holy Fire Seed of Saint Rel.
The memories of the past surged forth, and Rod unknowingly clenched his fist, but soon released it again.
It was not yet time.
With his current strength, he still could not combat a Fallen True King. Though the True King lacked a Divine Country as vast as the Blood God’s, formed by devouring countless flesh to create his Blood God’s Creation, he was indeed a True King. While fighting the monstrous terror born from the great pollution above the starry sky, he could also banish the awakened Blood God into the Void.
Moreover, the Blood God was defeated by Trolian, who mustered all his strength beneath the light of the Guardian Fire.
And inside the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground of Saint Reel, there was not a trace of fire’s power to assist, but rather suppression by the Black Fog. Most importantly, the Saint Rel Royal City was too far away, making it impossible for Trolian to gather a large number of people or have the King join the battle.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. After careful weighing, Rod could only reluctantly choose to give up.
The King shared his opinion.
"Trolian must now proceed steadily and surely, never letting pride or complacency from a momentary victory blind us to the cruelty of the Black Fog, leading to blind expansion and provoking enemies better left untouched."
In the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, Rod, Darlin, Amendo, and the just-awakened Jon and Qingyu, gathered together, standing before the Throne.
The King sat on the Throne, looking somewhat weary, his golden funnel-shaped eyes no longer as bright as before. The Soul Master Priscilla stood behind him, her fingers, glowing with a faint white light, gently pressed on the King’s spine.
Everyone’s expression was tinged with concern; the King’s recovery was not as expected. The cracks in his soul were widening, with pollution not yet cleared, prompting him to delve further into the Holy Fire to restore his soul through the power of the fire.
This was why they were all assembled here.
"This period of dormancy may last for quite some time. Besides repairing the soul and purging the pollution, I shall also comprehend the path beyond True King."
"During this time, my understanding of True King has deepened, and I feel more and more the limitless secrets it holds, far beyond what we have imagined."
The King flicked his fingers lightly, an immense flash of spiritual energy passing by. Rod felt as though a Spirit Car had rolled over his face. This was the Primordial Spirit Power of a True King, its strength reaching the extreme of level 17, over twenty times that of Rod’s.
"The limit of spiritual energy cannot be just level 17. The spirit energy range from 4 million kilokects to 40 million kilokects is too strange. Although a Divine Country’s spirit energy isn’t possessed by an individual, it can be viewed as a whole, exceeding the 40 million kilokect limit. It’s hard to imagine; beyond this limit, space would crumble, and the universe would collapse."
Jon agreed, "I’ve always found it incredible, but this knowledge has been passed down since ancient times with numerous corroborations, which forced me to believe it. But now, it seems to be erroneous."
Darlin asked in confusion, "But these corroborations verify each other; mentions of them span different eras."
Everyone fell silent momentarily, struggling to comprehend.
"I have a hypothesis."
Rod cleared his throat, slowly conveying the information he obtained from the Black Blood Eye to others in a different way. He didn’t intend to hide it, but the Book of Knowledge warned that the Blood God delivered information in this way for a reason and advised against speaking the original events.
Thus, Rod could only reluctantly claim the honor of this wisdom for himself.
"...In summary, it’s possible the Black Fog’s taboo shields the spirit’s awareness, hiding the last level of spiritual energy to avoid it being known. Therefore, an unsurpassable spiritual energy limit might exist, only people forgot the last level and mistakenly considered level 17 the limit." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Everyone looked at Rod in astonishment. In that moment, his wisdom and knowledge were comparable to the finest scholars of the Royal City.
