The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1352 - 669: The Legacy of Humanity (Part 2)

"My friend, take my legacy, you must truly need it."

"In the stone jar is my primordial spiritual energy, perpetually kept in its most active and pure state; it’s the best sealing spiritual artifact, please keep it safe. When the three True Kings are born, humanity will have hope."

"This is star cotton... during the final moment of my life, I condensed all my undying spirit into this star source, which I absorbed here. It’s the best star source storage, and after you left, it took me three hundred years to find it. It can nearly preserve star source indefinitely. The only flaw is that you can only slowly squeeze it out... but perhaps that is a good thing, as too much star source can trigger violent disturbances and accelerate the erosion of the black fog."

"In the base of the stone jar are three light stones that I managed to collect over three hundred years; they will ignite three beacons of hope for humanity."

"Ah, my friend... in the last three hundred years of my conscious existence, I lost all contact with the outside world. My consciousness is trapped above the starry sky and my flesh has become my prison; this decrepit corpse is my shackle, pulling on countless people."

"Too much coveting and greed, too much fear and desire, people seem to believe they are safe, yet they fail to realize these evil thoughts will spawn more terrifying monsters within the black fog."

"The endless battle with the black fog consumed too much of my energy, rendering me unable to deal with human affairs. I actualized my spiritual domain, forming the Holy Castle, which bears my body, hidden in unknown and deserted lands. Thus, whether it is the malice hidden among humans or the evil desires of those obsessed with greed, none can reach my Spirit Throne."

"But the true threat is the black fog, silently coveting by its side. Should I show any flaw, it will devour me. The mightiest warrior, the most powerful monster, and the gods of the black fog will eventually descend upon this world. However, my friend, as long as you remain, humanity still has hope."

"During these last three hundred years, I melted my corpse with the Spirit Throne, forming an unprecedented super divine artifact. Even though I have completely fallen, my fractured will continues to battle in the starry sky, preventing more black fog from arriving. Please take it back to the Human Kingdom, fuel it with more firewood, and halt the pollution of black fog upon it. I will guard humanity forever until you achieve ultimate victory."

"The Holy Castle is formed by materializing my Spirit Country; once you take away the corpse, it will collapse, forming my final residual soul. Within it lies the root origin of the Bright Light; although it may degrade due to damage, as long as it is bestowed upon the right person, the birth of a Bright Light king among humans will not be difficult."

"Ah, my friend, I have exhausted my spirit, the time of farewell is near. Please do not be saddened for me. Without your endless purification, I would have perished 1,600 years ago. During two millennia, I have witnessed humanity grow from a fragile spark to a blazing fire. Even though the future remains dim, the light persists... ah, do you know? Among this boundless starry sky, not only I alone, but other residual spirits fight."

His voice gradually faded, leaving only a whisper.

"The flames of hope eternally burn, humanity shall not perish..."

The light gradually dimmed, and the world returned to darkness.

When Rod opened his eyes, Qingyu, Horus, and Peibela were around him, full of anxiety.

"Don’t worry."

Rod immediately spoke, standing up, as a flash passed through the firelight in his collar, confirming his soul was still pure and fiery.

"I’m fine, it is the residual spirit of the Holy King; he told me many things!"

All three were utterly shocked, but Rod’s words were not fantastical. The spirit is the most mysterious and astounding, the most elusive existence in this world, the source of all miracles, incomprehensible low entropy, and the essence of information itself. When countless spirits gather, wisdom, reason, emotion, and strength are born within. A powerful ancient soul leaving residual spirits to convey messages is quite common.

Especially for such a powerful existence as the Holy King.

Horus grabbed Rod anxiously and asked, "What did it say? Did it tell you the way to save the world, or where the source of the black fog is? How can we utterly annihilate it?"

Rod coughed, recounting in detail the messages from the residual spirit of the Holy King, except he omitted parts concerning the Dream Realm.

After listening, everyone’s eyes widened, Horus’s mouth gaping, tongue dragging out.

"You mean, the True King’s legacy contains primordial spiritual energy, star source, light stones, and this enormous throne with its corpse?"

Rod added, "And the residual soul left after the collapse of the Horror Castle, it holds the damaged ’Bright Light’ root origin; perhaps you can use it, Archbishop."

Horus was panting heavily, appearing on the verge of passing out.

Peibela’s pupils also dilated, showing a look of distraction.

Only Qingyu maintained composure, asking, "Alright, the throne is so large, how do we take it?"

Rod smiled, "Qingyu, don’t worry, isn’t there me?"

"Is your container that large?"

Rod replied unhappily, "Can you use the term storage space? Did you forget how I managed to bring back the Star Marrow Altar?"