Rod’s heart trembled. Initially, he was quite skeptical about the existence of the so-called "Extrely Evil Person." Later, he heard the na "Extrely Evil Person" multiple tis.
But it was only this ti that Rod was convinced that the "Extrely Evil Person" truly existed.
In the darkness, that deep voice continued.
"The Abyss is the most likely clue."
"I have decided to go to the deepest part of the Abyss with the Three Gods to find that sliver of hope."
Suddenly, the darkness shattered.
The deep voice turned into noise, chaotic colors flickered before his eyes, and Rod shouted, "Book, what’s going on?"
The Book of Knowledge quickly replied, "It’s the problem of the Residual Spirit; a lot of information in this Residual Spirit has been damaged. This isn’t deliberately left behind by the Blood God; it should only be used to support this ritual. If I’m not mistaken, this ritual is used to seal the Black Mist!"
Rod urgently asked, "What should I do then?"
The Book of Knowledge sounded rather helpless: "You can only wait."
Rod’s heart was burning with anxiety, impatient and restless, but fortunately, after just a mont, the images and sounds suddenly returned to normal.
In a space wrapped in dazzling spiritual energy, the air suddenly twisted.
An unremarkable-looking man stepped through the air and said solemnly.
"Mu, the final mont has arrived, Omir has already failed, the downfall of the Giant Clan is only a matter of ti, the so-called path of the kings is simply unworkable, the True King can never stand shoulder to shoulder with the True God."
The vision shifted, and Rod saw the one referred to as "Mu," who also looked no different from an ordinary person.
It was impossible to imagine he was the twisted and horrifying God of Contaminated Blood.
He turned around and said in an extraordinarily calm voice, "Before leaving, I will destroy my Divine Source Foundation."
Another voice shouted, "Are you crazy, Mu!"
Mu shook his head slightly: "Di, don’t worry. Although I will lose the bearing, it won’t affect my power in the short term."
"Why are you doing this?"
Mu calmly replied, "This journey is highly dangerous, with almost no chance of survival. We are bound to fall into monsters, becoming puppets of the Black Mist, turning our blades against forr comrades, hence, I must destroy my Divine Source Foundation. If I’m devoured by the Black Mist, it will not gain a powerful True God; my Root Origin will continually drain, making fall from a strong god to a weak god. This way, if the Black Mist drives to attack my allies, the warriors can easily kill ."
Another voice agreed, "Mu’s idea is good. I will do the sa."
But the man referred to as "Di" still disagreed: "But what if we succeed?"
Mu softly said, "If we succeed by luck, what do our losses matter?"
That man raised his hand as if to say sothing.
But in the next mont, the image shattered instantly, and Rod’s view returned to darkness.
A mont later, Mu’s voice again echoed in his ears.
"Ah, six pieces of Divine Source Material, it’s already at the limit."
"If I continue to destroy it, the whole Divine Source Foundation will collapse, and I won’t be able to sustain entering the Abyss."
"The Black Mist is the source of all disasters; I need to seal it as much as possible."
"...Alright, now only one piece of Residual Spirit is missing. I will completely seal the Divine Temple. After the ritual is completed, the Black Fog will continuously seep in from the Void. If everything goes smoothly, this temple will be the grave of the Black Mist, even sealing just one ten-thousandth of the Black Mist will be enough..."
In the next second, the sound suddenly distorted, and the darkness before his eyes turned into chaotic colored light.
Rod knew he had encountered broken information again.
This Residual Spirit seed to be composed of part mory and part thought, thus sotis he saw images, sotis he heard the inner voice.
When the Blood God tore apart the spirit, information wasn’t deliberately preserved, and this Residual Spirit had many chaotic broken pieces; Rod listened for a long ti but didn’t hear any larger fragnts, just scattered bits.
Fortunately, these pieces were quite close, and with the help of the Book of Knowledge and the puppet, Rod pieced together many important pieces of information.
He quickly inford Horus and the others of these insights.
Horus, Kai, Olivia, and the Dark Moon Princess were all stunned, and it took them a long ti to digest Rod’s words.
Kai glanced at the shattered altar: "No wonder there aren’t many monsters in this Divine City; the Black Mist has been sealed here. That’s why the Ancient Evil Thought waited for us to break the seal before launching an attack."
"Incredible."
Horus sighed quietly.
"The ancient four gods were all humans."
Olivia reminded, "The Blood God ntioned that all gods are humans."
Horus shook his head: "I find it hard to believe. After they beca gods, they were still human; I originally thought they were just humans before becoming gods."
Kai sighed, "I didn’t expect that the Blood God we slew was far from its peak state."
Rod nodded, no wonder he only acquired three pieces of Root Origin and nine pieces of Divine Source Material from the Blood God. If the Blood God hadn’t foreseen his own demise and preemptively destroyed the Divine Source Foundation, resulting in twelve pieces of Root Origin lost over long years, then this catastrophe in Terroria might not have been overco.
Now, looking back, at that ti, Terroria was quite weak, even if the Blood God’s already self-destroyed Divine Source Foundation almost made them helpless.
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