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

Until the last name disappeared, all the red characters vanished.


The entire surface of the obelisk was blank, with no more information about the invasion.


The Book of Knowledge probably laughed itself tired and collapsed on the ground, motionless.


Rod was also in a good mood, smiling as he said, "We're finally safe. At thirty times speed, we should reach the City of Chaos soon, right?"


The handwriting of the Book of Knowledge was languid, as if calming down from an intense exercise.


"Yes, we will soon arrive at the City of Chaos. Once we reach the City of Chaos, the possibility of being invaded again approaches zero. We just need to get back on track and we won't disturb the Spirit Realm anymore. That's when we'll truly be safe."


Rod, prompted by curiosity, asked, "How are the areas of the Spirit Realm divided? Is there any special significance to the City of Chaos and the River of Eternal Death?"


Chapter 281: The Ancient God Returns_3