After an unknown amount of ti, he finally ca to his senses. The strange phenonon before his eyes had disappeared, and he was still standing atop the Giant Graveyard, the massive skull still within the Giant Graveyard.
However, the faint glow within the skull had already dissipated.
The invisible field encompassing the Giant Graveyard swiftly collapsed, and the dense black fog quickly pressed down on him.
anwhile, Rod felt a strange whisper erging within his soul, with noises and scratching sounds echoing in his ears. He sensed his mind losing control.
"Master!" The Book of Knowledge shouted, "Quickly consu the Flower of Humanity, your soul is severely corrupted!"
Rod imdiately consud one Flower of Humanity, and the peculiar noises moved slightly away from him but didn’t fully vanish. He then consud dozens more, finally feeling his mind return to calm and the sense of losing control gradually fading.
The darkness within his soul wasn’t completely cleared, but only a thin layer remained, which no longer affected him.
This was the most severe pollution Rod had ever faced, nearly on the verge of losing control. He understood that once the mind loses control, the resistance of the soul would completely collapse, the spiritual energy would crumble, and the pollution would quickly erode the entire soul.
His actions just now were extrely dangerous, but Rod did not regret them. He seized the last three important pieces of information: the [Primordial Fire Furnace], [God], and what was incompletely told of the [Dark Taboo Place].
Plus the Primordial tomb, the source of the black fog, Rod could preliminarily piece together a complete pattern.
With these clues, he believed that given ti, the secret of the black fog would be fully exposed before him.
But now was not the ti for deep thought. Rod kept the words of the giant skull firmly in mind, and as he was about to leave, another voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Do not leave, Mr. Rod."
Rod was shocked to his core. This voice was unmistakably that of the Giant King Omir.
But why was it coming from his soul?
Rod’s vision imdiately returned to the Dream Realm, witnessing a scene he would never forget.
On the Soul Altar, within the Crystal Wall, a flicker of spiritual light floated out from Omir’s murky soul, a strong scent of star spread along with the tail of the spiritual light, perating the Dream Realm.
"Are you Omir?" Rod asked in shock, suddenly recalling the words of the giant skull. The ntion of leaving questions to ask Omir made sense now.
The spiritual light flickered slightly, and Omir’s voice once again echoed in Rod’s soul.
"It is I, Mr. Rod. I am glad you ca to the Giant Graveyard in such a short ti, to unseal the Giant Spirit. I originally thought it would take decades. The Source Ancestor should have told you the final prophecy of the Giant Spirit, and I hope you can find a sliver of hope within it."
He paused for a mont and continued speaking.
"That is the Source Ancestor’s skull, the only remaining part of its body, originally taken by the Divine Envoy of Supre Will. It was reclaid by , Royeger, the Seven Gods, and the Lord. Although the Source Ancestor’s spirit has completely dissipated, this skull still holds unparalleled power. Please be sure to retrieve it."
Rod was taken aback, imdiately flying to the giant skull, only to find the entire skull had turned to dust. With a gentle touch, the gigantic skull collapsed.
But in that mont, his inspiration was triggered. He searched through the ashes and pulled out a normal-sized human skull.
"Yes, Mr. Rod," Omir’s voice spoke from within his soul, "This is the Source Ancestor’s original skull."
With a thought, the skull flew into the Dream Realm.
Losing this final support, the entire field imdiately collapsed, the black fog swept over with millions of tis speed, engulfing everything.
Rod lit the Spirit Lamp, the red light on his body steadfastly resisted the invasion of the black fog, supported by the Holy Fire.
Rumbling.
The Giant Graveyard, now turned to ruins, began to collapse again, with the entire ground sinking and the mountain collapsing.
Amidst the roars, the original plains and mountains had turned into an unimaginably gigantic abyss, its extent vast beyond sight.
A flash of red light sped from afar, it was Rhein, seeing Rod safe and sound he breathed a sigh of relief, urgently asking: "What’s happened here?"
Rod’s thoughts were complicated, knowing it couldn’t be explained clearly quickly and definitely involved secrecy and taboo, it couldn’t be spoken out here.
"Mr. Rhein, everything here has ended, let’s go back."
Rhein instantly understood, nodded and said: "Okay."
Just then, a puppet suddenly spoke, informing Rod of a strange disturbance within the black fog, that the White Tower detected a terrifying dark phenonon, the Investigation Legion noticed a new wave of black tides, its scale surpassing any previous, with current strength, Trolian likely couldn’t hold it off, they need to hurry back.
Rod’s heart sank, saying: "Mr. Rhein, the Royal City is in danger, we need to hurry back."
With a thought, the Teleportation Gate imdiately expanded before him.
A flash of envy passed through Rhein’s eyes, as this was what Saint Longde dreamt of achieving.
But the situation was urgent, he said nothing and stepped inside.
Rod also returned to the Royal City.
The Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground was empty, not a person in sight, distant booming signs of spiritual power fluctuations revealed the battle had begun; Qingyu had already departed for the North City Gate to join the fight.
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