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 is so unbelievable that I now suspect that unknown presence above the Spirit Realm might be related to him too!"


"That's impossible, Luo Weiya. The judgment from the Royal City is that the mysterious presence might be an incredibly ancient inherent phenomenon in the high-level Spirit Realm. The White Tower's probing and prophecies have completely failed, and all directional predictions have diverted. Meredith believes it to be a great existence beyond imagination, possibly related to some ancient presence."


"Rod is still just a young pup; it's impossible for him to be related to it."


Luo Weiya retorted unhappily, "How do you know he's just a young pup?"


Olivia glanced at him sideways, "A woman's intuition. If you dare to refute this, I'll tear down your house when we get back."


Though they were bickering, their attacks never ceased, constantly searching for the weak points of the King of Sinister Spirits and delivering the strongest blows.


Chapter 472: Blast_3