The Last King Of Darkness

The Ancient Evil Thought disguises itself as a human, lurking within the soul, hiding in the human heart, inciting internal strife, plotting covertly, causing divisions from within, truly hitting humanity's vulnerability.

Adding to that is its immortality, and its characteristic of being extremely difficult to discern, making it nearly the natural enemy of humanity.

The design of the Ancient Evil Thought is so intricate that its creation was clearly not accidental.

Rod has long harbored similar doubts; that there is an ancient god who bears deep-rooted hatred towards humanity, specifically designing the Ancient Evil Thought to ensure the annihilation of humanity over the ages.

Unexpectedly, such an existence turns out to be real.

After contemplating for a moment, Rod said, "If it continues to affect you, it proves that it should still exist in this world."

Asa's tone turned cautious, he carefully glanced at the dream realm's sky—the crack has already been repaired, the outer layer of protection basically intact.

"Master, you are right, but I believe it has long perished, leaving only a corrupted shell and a soul fallen into darkness, becoming an unspeakable monster, like those corrupted ancient gods."

Rod's heart suddenly pounded: "Asa, do you think it is related to the origin of the Black Fog?"

Asa answered cautiously: "Perhaps, the existence of the Ancient Evil Thought is very ancient."

Rod nodded, revealing a slight smile.

"Looks like I've got a new goal."

"To find the Supreme Will, whether it's a remnant or a monster."

Asa also smiled: "Its feces must be delicious, I have a premonition, by devouring its feces, I can rule this world."

Rod ignored him; focusing too much attention on Asa would lead to mutations in his soul.

He quickly left the dream realm, wanting to inform the King of this news.

But unfortunately, the King had not left the Holy Fire, still in continuous deep resonance.

Rod could only return to the Soul Church.

Olivia's ascension ritual was still underway, moonlight flooded the upper layer of the Soul Church, over a hundred thousand Moon Stones piled up to form the Moon World here.

The Soul Master and Bishops gathered in one place, Spiritual Energy emitted from their bodies, converging into a powerful stream, flowing towards Olivia floating in mid-air at the center.

Olivia floated in the moon-white glow, her eyes tightly shut, the powerful aura of Source emanating from her.

It was an invisible, trembling force; it was the law of the Three Realms, the Authority of the Sea of Source.

At this moment, it was climbing upwards, advancing to a higher position.

Rod keenly felt that the space Olivia was in was different, seemingly immersed in the Sea of Source, occasionally wafting out with the breath of Source Law.

"How is Lady Olivia now?"

Rod turned to ask Soul Master Priscilla.

She had just finished a soul surgery and immediately returned here.

Priscilla is a petite woman; her supple cheeks and short stature make her look like Rod's sister.

However, although the physique matches Rod's preference, her personality does not.

"She's well."

Priscilla impatiently pushed Rod away.

"Don't interfere with my recording of soul changes, you shit-loving fool."

Rod said unhappily: "Lady Priscilla, I've said many times, that's a rumor, I never touch that stuff, whatever you eat, I eat too."

Priscilla coolly glanced at Rod: "Don't dream about it; I won't have children with you."

Rod almost choked: "What are you talking about? When did I ever have such thoughts?"

Priscilla said coldly: "Who doesn't know you're a playboy? Flirting around with women, every time you act all stuck-up, I know perfectly well what shit you want to eat."

Rod regretted meeting her.

Before, when he came to her for soul checks, she was at most a bit cold, sometimes even showing him stimulating recording crystals.

But since becoming the Fire Son, she has had increasingly more prejudice against him.

"Alright, I don't want to talk about this; I just want to know Lady Olivia's situation, hoping to assist in her ascension ritual."

Priscilla's small face turned gloomy.

"You can't help; this is the Commander's step towards Monarch, and you haven't even controlled the Source, far from this domain."

Rod cursed in his heart.

If the dream realm counts as his soul, then not only the Source, even Strong Source is nearly under his grasp.

Unfortunately, he is different from everyone else; the Source Law mastered by the dream realm does not count as his mastery.

Thus, he cannot yet be considered a Commander, with a tremendous gap to Monarch.

For some reason, Rod always felt the power of Star was smaller than expected; despite devouring so many strong souls, his current power remains merely at the level of a transcendent.

Of course, this might be because some of the power is occupied by the dream realm.

Random thoughts flashed across his mind, Rod stayed silent for a while, then said: "Tell me, even if it's just recounting Olivia's state, it might help you."

This moved Priscilla, her attitude relaxed, after a moment of silence, she calmly said.

"Lady Olivia is currently in ascension, she needs to raise the Source's position to reach the level of Strong Source, but the Moonlight Source Law is a strong Source Law in the Sea of Source, the upward pressure is extremely high, Lady Olivia's soul is climbing very slowly."

Priscilla paused for a moment, adding.

"Of course, the main reason among these is the insufficient Moon Stone we provided, the ascension ritual does not offer enough assistance for Olivia."

A Bishop said: "There's nothing we can do about it, we can't spare more Moon Stones, they're precious resources, we've halted all production that requires Moon Stones for this ascension ritual."

"Maybe it was too hurried."

Another Bishop said: "Lady Olivia's soul just completed fusion, the powerful Moonlight Source, having devoured the Dark Moon Source, and both different sources recently completed transformation and fusion, the transfer of authority hasn't stabilized, yet we're impatiently conducting the ascension ritual..."

"Shut up!"

Priscilla yelled sternly.

"Lady Olivia is conducting the ascension ritual at the most active state of the Source, this is already the best choice."

"She is not in a normal state, unlike the King who completed all accumulations, naturally stepping into the Monarch Level domain, she must seize the opportunity, otherwise she'll drift further away from Monarch."

The Bishops fell silent.

Priscilla's face turned gloomy, speaking: "My judgment is correct, but our resources are too scarce, ancient records tell, there was once a Moon King who used two million Moon Stones during ascension, taking three days and nights, successfully elevating the Source's position, mastering the Moon's Strong Source, achieving ascension."

"But we only have one hundred thousand Moon Stones, some of poor quality, Lady Olivia can only rely on her will to impact the Moon's Strong Source, the longer the time, the more unfavorable for her."

"Based on my estimation, Lady Olivia's success rate has dropped to 20%."

All their faces turned gloomy; only Rod beamed with joy.

"What did you say? Ascension actually has a success rate?"

Priscilla scowled at him, not knowing what madness he's spouting.

"Of course there's a success rate! You don't think it's 100% success, do you? Alright, I've said my piece, can you leave now? Not having you here to interfere might raise the success rate by 1 or 2 percentage points."

Facing Priscilla's request to leave, Rod merely smiled.

"No need, sister Olivia will be 100% successful."

Priscilla glanced at him askew.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

Rod flipped his collar, the emblem of the Flame Crown stung everyone's eyes.

This is the "Fire Son"!

Troli's most revered position, symbolizing all hope and strength.

It's as if at this moment they realized that this young man before them has gained the recognition of the Ash Throne, already the eighth Fire Son of Troli.

"Move aside."

Rod said lightly.

Everyone silently stepped aside, even Priscilla was no exception.

Rod took strides towards the center where Olivia was undergoing the ritual.