The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1384 - 682: Primordial Creation

The familiar touch emerged in his soul, and the instant it did, Rod knew his luck had arrived.

It had been too long.

Rod hadn’t encountered such wild Dream Fragments for a long time.

Most of the time, it was only after killing monsters and obtaining their souls that Rod discovered Dream Fragments within them.

The opportunity to actively acquire Dream Fragments had become scarce.

Rod wasn’t without methods for finding Dream Fragments; the "Heavenly Sphere Clock" was a structure that could precisely locate the position of Dream Fragments. However, it prioritized locating larger, significant pieces.

This special high-position existence would be devoured by powerful monsters.

The Dream Fragment located by the "Heavenly Sphere Clock" lay within a flesh-covered Ancient City, where a formidable Ancient God slumbered. Rod merely glimpsed it and was met with the god’s backlash, even polluting the dream.

It was clear that with Rod’s current power, reclaiming that Dream Fragment was impossible.

And once the "Heavenly Sphere Clock" has set a target, it cannot switch to another.

Until he reclaims the targeted Dream Fragment, he cannot begin the next search.

Therefore, this theoretically most useful structure stood idle, becoming the least significant Dream Creation, languishing within the dream realm.

Rod’s limitation in rapidly increasing his strength was partly due to this reason.

He initially thought only when he could challenge an Ancient God in the darkness would it be possible to restart this structure and obtain new Dream Fragments.

Unexpectedly, he broke the stalemate here.

Rod beamed with joy, and with a halt of his foot, 520,000 kiloseconds of Spiritual Energy propelled his form like an arrow from a bow.

"Wait here for me, I’ll be right back!"

Before his words finished, Rod’s figure had already vanished into the depths of darkness.

Despite finding it strange, the warriors executed Rod’s command without hesitation.

He is their strongest rising star, the invincible king of the black cauldron.

"May the cauldron and Holy Fire always protect us."

The warriors took out their cauldrons, closed their eyes in prayer, then began to feast heartily.

This was a new prayer method gaining popularity.

People believed that in this way, they received protection from the black cauldron. Its status rose significantly, seen as the Origin of Life, a place of tranquility and relaxation. Black shed its fearsome symbolism, now representing solemnity, majesty, and strong resilience.

The black cauldron thus embodied new meaning, its robust shell protecting the soft life source inside, bringing peace and joy during meals.

Compared to the old prayers, it was more favored by warriors; more importantly—it let them also eat.

Nothing was more relaxing than eating.

The Holy Church welcomed this practice, as praying to the black cauldron posed no risk, unless Rod fell, becoming a twisted Evil God.

This was never going to happen.

Of course, should it occur, the Holy Church would only have to add another entry to their myriad of forbidden words.

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Most monsters in the cave were Nightmare Fiends. After the Twilight Giant perished, their strength greatly weakened, only reaching Super Rank at most.

The speed at Rod’s full power was so swift they couldn’t catch a glimpse.

However, as Rod delved deeper underground, the monsters gradually disappeared.

Yet the call of the Dream Fragment grew stronger, more urgent, like a pulsating beat upon his heart.

Rod knew he was getting closer to the Dream Fragment.

After advancing several thousand yards, Rod finally saw the source of the summoning.

A shattered space lay before him, with fragments like webs spanning the entire area, chaotic and violent void currents whistled.

Amidst the horror, a faint light floated erratically in the air.

That light was the Dream Fragment, the source of the sensation came from it.

In an instant upon seeing it, Rod understood why this Dream Fragment hadn’t been devoured by monsters.

No living creature could survive in such an environment, not even King Level Monsters.

But Rod could.

With a thought, white mist swept from the air, enveloping him; [Spirit Realm Ship] carried him through spatial rifts, avoiding chaotic void currents, arriving before the light with unimaginable speed.

Rod touched it lightly, the light vanished instantly; a scorching heat pierced through his soul, a strange grid-like pattern appearing on the back of his hand.

This was a pattern he had never seen before, representing that this fragment would bring him a whole new structure.

Joy surged in Rod’s heart, quickly driving [Spirit Realm Ship] to leave the place.

Yet he didn’t leave the Dead Wood Forest immediately, with ample time until the Teleportation Gate illuminated tomorrow; there was no rush.

After clearing the underground monsters, he returned to the surface, assisting Qingyu in monster eradication.

After the Twilight Giant and Nightmare Giant died, the remaining Nightmare Fiends were exceedingly weak, crumbled at the slightest touch. Before nightfall, the main monster clusters had been dispersed, remaining monsters posed no threat and could be slowly cleared.

Thus, the battle of Dead Wood Forest essentially concluded, the melody of victory resonated once again, humanity’s strides forward progressed anew.

Qingyu’s face was filled with an unstoppable smile, eyes flickered with light as she gazed at Rod.

It seemed she was eager to ascend to Monarch Level.