Mountains and rivers have no memory

This is a world shrouded in darkness.
The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature.
The only protection for humanity lies in fire.
But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished.
Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light.
Until Rod came to this world.
"Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?"
"This Soul, it's delicious."
"As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes."
"Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!"
"We've won!"
——
The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side.
And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world.
Yes, I am the last King of Darkness.
But...
Hello? Anyone, save me.

The Last King Of Darkness

Rod felt like he was about to split apart!


Didn't I shake those things off? Why is there still an invasion?


The Book of Knowledge came rushing over from behind, and seeing the red characters on the forewarning surface was like a lightning strike, scattering the pages everywhere.


Rod grabbed it and asked urgently, "Book, what's going on? Where are these monsters from? Why can they still invade?"


The Book of Knowledge flipped open its pages, and the text appeared at the speed of lightning.


"They've captured the existence of the Dream Realm, and they're trying to invade it on the Spirit level!"


"The lower layer of the Spirit Realm is permeated with spirits; there, space and distance don't exist, everything is transpatial. Once they've locked onto the Dream Realm on the Spirit level, they can instantly cross vast distances, bypass the outer isolation of the void, and invade the Dream Realm."


Chapter 242 King of the Pot