It wandered through the air as if searching for sothing.
When Rod encountered it, it suddenly expanded, and an echo from the void appeared in the air.
"Darkness, endless darkness, invincible, invincible!"
"Run, children, run! Disaster has co!"
"Erosion, erosion has begun! Everything is over!"
"...Kill , kill , whoever it is, I beg you, kill !"
The voice was full of panic, anxiety, despair, and fear; it did not sound like a dignified god but rather like a human being facing an irresistible natural disaster.
The Book of Knowledge jumped into Rod’s arms, looking at the Spiritual Light.
It kept repeating these sentences, looking like a record of voices.
"Hmm... This must be the last words of the Ancient God Heragotos before death."
Rod casually said, "Is this what gods are like?"
"His spirit might have broken... The true Black Fog is a curse that can even erode gods."
"The true Black Fog?"
"The original state of Black Fog, what you see now is a diluted form of it, its corruption is fine and silent when it erodes. You would only get an irreversible infection after a long period of battling in the Black Fog."
Rod was about to ask how to dispel this ball of Spiritual Light when it suddenly seed to wake up, and cried out loudly.
"Who killed ! Who killed !"
It drifted back and forth in the air, like a drowning person searching for a straw, very urgent.
"Whoever it is, I beg you, kill , I still have seven fragnted bodies, destroy them!"
The Spiritual Light was weakening, struggling with all its might.
"Thousands of years of tornt, endless nightmares, too painful, you must destroy them, and let be at peace, I will give you all my power."
"You must destroy them, I beg you, I beg you..."
But without material support, the Spiritual Energy was like water without a source and a tree without roots; the Spiritual Light finally dissipated into the air.
Until the last mont it disappeared, it was still repeating the words "I beg you."
The dream realm quieted down, and Rod remained silent for a while before he suddenly blurted out a sentence.
"You could at least tell where your fragnts are."
The Book of Knowledge flipped its pages and wrote, "If my Soul is restored, perhaps I would know."
It paused for a mont before writing again.
"This ssage is engraved in its Spiritual Energy. This Ancient God seems to have been tortured by sothing inhuman, which might be related to the Domain it presided over, flesh, and rebirth."
Rod took a long breath.
"Let’s talk about it later; after this fight, I feel like my spirit is about to collapse, thanks to the Evil Ghost King; otherwise, there would have been no chance of winning."
The Evil Ghost King felt Rod’s thoughts.
It knelt on one knee, hands on its chest, bowing to Rod as if to express that this was its duty.
Afterward, the Evil Ghost King stood up and patrolled the edges of the dream realm with a thundering gait.
Rod watched its retreating figure and remarked, "This guardian seems reliable."
The Book of Knowledge said, "The Evil Ghost Stone Tank can produce three guardians: the Evil Ghost, the Devil, and the Wraith. If you can nurture three Ghost Kings, you won’t have to fear many invasions anymore."
"Of course, the Evil Ghost Stone Tank is incomplete now, with no souls for the other two ghosts; you still need to find more Dream Fragnts."
Rod nodded and turned to walk toward the Soul Altar.
The Divine Soul of the Ancient God was within the Crystal Wall.
It was also a chaotic Mist, not much different.
Rod looked carefully, and a line of text floated up over the Soul.
[A part of the Complete Soul of the Ancient God Heragotos]
[From the flesh of the Ancient God of rebirth]
[A Great Soul]
[The Corpse wrapped around the dead soul, a part of an even greater being, forming a new twisted entity after transformation, but its connection to the original body is intricate and inseparable]
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After reading this, Rod roughly guessed the reason.
It may be this characteristic of rebirth that caused the Ancient God Heragotos to retain his sanity even after being corrupted and dismbered, enduring unbearable torture, hence begging others to kill Him.
It’s truly pitiful how a god ended up like this.
Rod felt pity in his heart and cast this Soul into the Sixth Star [Spirit Elegy].
Heh, just needed a Great Soul.
The flas of the Star suddenly expanded.
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