From now on, all of humanity will kneel before my great boxer shorts, under my protection, never again needing to fear.
Trolian, the true king you have longed for, is about to return.
Wahhahaha!
Amidst the wild laughter, the text atop the Obelisk also changed:
Soul Strength: 7682000
Soul Star: 11
Humanity: 20.11 million
Divinity: 33
Soul Without Spirit: 3 billion
Inside the Monolith: None
Soul Altar: 2 extrely great souls, 34 great souls
Spirituality: 22535
Source Energy: 37
Storage: 310,000 pieces of soul residue, 14 Flowers of Humanity, 7 Soul Firewoods, 19 Blood and Soul Trait Blocks, etc.
Special Items: 7 Guardians of Darkness, 1 Undying Spirit, 1 Twisted Balance, 1 Light Bell, 1 Stone of Chaos, 1 Rebirth Flesh
——
An increase of over 4 million in Soul Strength in one breath!
Now, his Absolute Spiritual Power should exceed 15000 kilotis.
Rod could feel a powerful force erging within his soul.
It was so strong that controlling it beca sowhat strenuous.
Clearly, he was already on the edge of the Eleventh Level of Spiritual Energy, about to ascend to the Twelfth Level.
The 33 points of Divinity filled Rod’s heart with warmth and confidence.
"Book, why does sacrificing His soul grant Divinity?"
The Book of Knowledge replied, "Although the God of Rebirth Flesh was not a powerful deity during the Epoch of Gods, He was still a god, and a part of His divinity might remain in so fragnted piece of His body."
Rod nodded slightly, "Unfortunately, He lacks Source."
"During His fall, the Source and much of His divinity were plundered, leaving only a part of the remains, and what we dealt with was the monster born from this remnant, not the Ancient God Himself. Otherwise, we would still be unable to contend."
So that’s how it is.
Rod cald down a bit, then focused on the Rebirth Flesh, asking, "Book, what is this for?"
The Book of Knowledge flipped through its pages for a mont, and answered, "This is the residue of the core power of a certain Ancient God. Consuming it can completely restore flesh and life."
Rod frowned, "A certain one?"
The Book of Knowledge was startled, suddenly realizing what it had forgotten.
"Its existence imprint has dissipated, and it’s not even traceable in the long river of history. Only a being like you, Master, could retain the mory."
Rod suddenly understood. No wonder the mories of the Book of Knowledge and the puppet were always fragnted and broken.
He didn’t ask further but instead asked, "Book, where should the dream realm go next?"
The Book of Knowledge flipped the pages, "Master, I will try to minimize disturbances in the Dream Realm, avoiding danger until you conclude the Battle of Starry Sky City; then we will decide the next direction."
Rod nodded and finally asked, "Book, what do the last words of the God of Rebirth Flesh an? What is the Great Terror referring to?"
The Book of Knowledge hesitated for a long ti before replying, "I don’t know what He saw. His remaining spirit might have been deranged when it dissipated, or perhaps He saw a crisis before dying, possibly indicating great danger in this Battle of Starry Sky City."
Rod chuckled, "I certainly know there’s danger in Starry Sky City, but I believe more in human effort. The Starry Queen might not necessarily be stronger than the Ancient God. Maybe everything will go very smoothly."
The Book of Knowledge wanted to say more, but Rod already turned away from the dream realm without looking back.
The dream realm returned to silence.
In the fire-encased camp, Rod opened his eyes.
More than three clock hours had passed. Despite being shrouded in Black Fog, Rod keenly sensed the dawn approaching—he was gradually mastering the secret of telling ti without relying on a clock in darkness.
Everything around remained unchanged. Most were still in deep ditation, no different from the scene before closing his eyes, yet Rod felt a sense of otherworldliness.
He clenched his fists, feeling the powerful spiritual energy roaring within his body, instilling him with a true sense of reality.
Rod was about to rise when he saw phit staring at him in the distance.
"What’s going on?" Rod touched his cheek.
phit softly said, "You’ve beco stronger."
Rod was slightly surprised, then smiled, "Indeed, I’ve beco stronger."
"You just took a nap, how did you beco stronger?"
Rod casually replied, "Isn’t getting stronger from sleeping a normal thing?"
phit’s silver eyes flickered twice, then stopped questioning.
Rod stood up and imdiately saw the two returning Special Level Combatants, Luo Weiya and Jelaba, followed by the Commander of the Investigation Legion, Liszt.
His face clouded, and as he stepped into the camp, he shouted.
"Bad news!"
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