The Last King Of Darkness

Chapter 1871 - 846: Miracle of the Dream Realm (Part 2)

The entire scene was extremely busy, so much so that no one noticed Rod’s return to Trolian for a moment.

Until Qingyu emerged from the Holy Fire, her gaze immediately found Rod standing in the crowd.

"Rod, you’ve returned?"

The voice of surprise echoed through the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, instantaneously silencing the scene as everyone turned their attention, eventually focusing on Rod.

"Yes."

Rod said with a smile.

"I’ve returned."

The next second, a cacophony of noise erupted as countless people put down their work and rushed toward Rod, even those from Saint Longde were no exception.

During this time, they had heard Rod’s name countless times, but very few had actually seen him in person.

Rod did not shy away, enthusiastically waving and smiling at everyone, mingling with the crowd.

Only when the senior officials from Saint Longde who came with him urged them did they reluctantly return to their work.

Soon, the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground returned to calm, leaving only Rod and Qingyu.

"Rod."

Qingyu watched him with a smile and gave him a big hug.

"You’ve finally returned. We’ve all missed you, you know? After you left, we’ve undergone such great changes..."

Rod held her, quietly listening to her recount all the happenings in Trolian during this period.

With the support of Saint Longde, the pressure on Trolian had greatly diminished. Cultivation, training, and advancement began to occur on a large scale again.

The supplies brought by Saint Longde greatly compensated for Trolian’s shortages, quickly reviving the Ascension Ceremony and significantly expanding its scale, allowing many former rising stars to rapidly complete their advancement through the ceremony, stepping into the Half King domain.

At its peak, they could even perform dozens of Half King ceremonies a day, and the number of Half Kings in Trolian was increasing at an unprecedented rate.

Now, the biggest issue limiting the number of Half Kings was the shortage of personnel for the ceremonies. Both the Ascension Ceremony and the Half King ceremony required many priests.

Moreover, they also needed to fuse Divine Source Material, and Trolian’s fortune was far weaker than Saint Longde’s, insufficient to carry so many Half Kings. After each Half King completed their advancement, the first thing they did was fuse with Divine Source Material.

Qingyu said with some concern, "Trolian’s fortune is too weak, and fusing Divine Source Material greatly slows us down."

Rod comforted, "Don’t worry, improving fortune isn’t something that happens overnight. Even if we’re anxious, population growth is measured in years. Remember, we only rose from the ruins two hundred years ago, while Saint Longde has been developing for over a thousand years. It’s normal that their population is much larger than ours."

He paused for a moment, then told her everything he could tell her here.

Qingyu listened quietly, then lifted her head after a moment, gazing at Rod.

"So, you’ve stepped into the Primordial, becoming a strong being of the Primordial?"

Rod smiled and said, "Without a doubt, my most important task in returning this time is to help you step into the Primordial as well."

Qingyu blinked, "Can I?"

"Yes, you’re the King of Trolian. Logically, you’re the easiest person to step into the Primordial."

"But I don’t want anyone to become my ’Source’.

"No, you don’t need that. You’re special, just like me. The Holy Fire will bear everything for you."

Rod lifted his gaze, looking at the burning Holy Fire. It was much weaker than Saint Longde’s, yet it made him feel more at home.

"Don’t forget, there’s still the King."

"Indeed!"

A voice stepped in from outside the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground—none other than Carse, the Soul Taker.

"Apologies for the intrusion, but I’ve waited long enough. If it weren’t for that fool Hassak insisting I visit his camp, I would have started long ago."

Rod coughed, reluctantly letting go of her hand. He had almost forgotten about this matter, as he held no hope for the Soul Taker.

The Resurrection King could only rely on the Dream Realm.

"Lord Soul Taker, can you be sure?"

The Soul Taker calmly replied, "Whether I can or can’t be sure will only be known after I see it."

Qingyu softly said, "Then I entrust this to you, Lord Soul Taker."

Master Carse said nothing, silently approaching the Holy Fire, extending his hand to touch the flames, causing invisible ripples to spread from his fingertips.

Everyone waited quietly for the result. A moment later, he opened his eyes, his expression extremely grim.

"I’ve never seen such a state. Your previous King was a true genius to come up with such a method, but he’s effectively fallen. What’s left is a wisp of his Residual Spirit and Residual Soul, like those ancient strong beings that fell long ago, with zero chance of resurrection."

Influenced by Rod, Qingyu had long known this outcome and wasn’t very disappointed.

"Thank you, Master Carse."

The Soul Taker said solemnly, "I admit my incompetence, but I must tell you the most terrifying part is that the wound that gravely injured the previous King hasn’t dissipated. It still exists within the Holy Fire and is slowly spreading... I’ve never seen such a fearsome scar. Its existence surpasses our imagination. I must return to Saint Longde immediately and report this to the Fire Saint Emperor."