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

This inexplicably appearing thing spoke a few nonsensical words and then died just as mysteriously.


Yet, it turned out to be a soul fragment of the Ancient God of Destiny?


Rod arrived at the Soul Altar and instantly noticed that soul.


It was unlike any other soul; the entire soul body shimmered in gold from the inside out.


Whereas all other souls, no matter what color they appeared in Spiritual Vision, turned into a dull gray mist at the Soul Altar.


Why was it so special? Was it because of the Ancient God?


But the last time the regeneration of the Ancient God Heragotos's remnant soul was also gray and misty.


Rod wanted to ask the Book of Knowledge, but the creature had not awoken yet and had been asleep for several days.


He hoped this time it would recover a bit more.


It would be best if it could fully recover all at once, as that would make many things easier, and many questions wouldn't need to be paid for.


Chapter 320: Communication