The Last King Of Darkness

Chapter 1866 - 845: Stepping into the Primordial

Rod felt a faint regret in his heart; he had actually had many more questions he wanted to ask the Fire Saint Emperor, but unexpectedly the meeting had ended just like that.

But in the next second, the voice of the Great Shepherd Leader sounded by his ear.

"Sir Rod, the Primordial Ritual has already been prepared for you. Please come to the First Holy Temple."

Joy rose in Rod’s heart. Everything was ready; he was finally about to step into the Primordial and become an eternal Strong.

When he arrived at the First Holy Temple, it was already filled with Priests and priests. The leader among them spoke respectfully:

"Sir Rod, the auxiliary ritual has already been prepared, the Spiritual Source has already been activated. Please begin the final Ascension Ceremony. This is the baptism of the Soul, the sublimation of the spirit—this is humanity’s highest glory."

Rod looked at him in slight surprise. "Why is it the highest glory?"

The Priest answered calmly, "With human strength, performing the rites of God—any Primordial Strong is the Light of Humanity."

Rod clenched his fist. Yes, the Primordial Law was the power of God.

And I am about to grasp this power.

He took a deep breath and walked to the center of the great hall. Rod closed his eyes, sank his mind into his Soul Body, drove his Demigod Power, and released all of its strength.

The trajectories branded upon his Soul Body began to burn; the Primordial Ritual officially began.

In the entire great hall, all the Ascension Priests knelt down.

Invisible radiance wrapped Rod, ensuring that during the re-condensing of his Primordial he would not be disturbed in any way.

This was the sole meaning of the auxiliary ritual’s existence, nothing more.

The true key lay only in Rod himself.

Very soon, Rod’s soul began to boil; over 55.1 billion units of Soul Power gathered upon his Soul Body, driving the Primordial Ritual imprinted in the Soul Body with full force.

Within the Spiritual Body, the "Constellation" flared with a fierce light, and a complete Field began to unfold.

The Root Origin, which had already ascended to the very top layer of the Sea of Source, once again began to rise in rank under the driving of the Primordial Ritual.

In the Dream Realm, heaven and earth began to tremble; a strange aura permeated this place.

On the Obelisk, golden firelight burned violently.

The Book of Knowledge gazed up at the night sky and murmured, "It is finally about to begin."

The Book of the Future excitedly fluttered its pages:

"After Master is Advanced to the Primordial, can I also be fused with the Book of the Past and the Book of the Future?"

Asa also Awakened from his silence, but he appeared quite calm, merely waiting quietly for his master’s advancement.

At last, this moment arrived.

Rod’s Soul Body had already turned into blazing flames. Supported by Demigod Power, Divine Fire, and the Divine Country, the Primordial Ritual began to unleash its might, and an invisible pressure pushed in on Rod’s Spiritual Body from all directions.

A supremely Strong power acted simultaneously upon that complete Root Origin, attempting to push it away from the Sea of Source.

Under this unprecedented, immense pressure, the Root Origin began to draw near to another mysterious dimension—that was the beginning of the world, the dawn of the cosmos, a realm whose power only true Gods could command.

Of course, given Rod’s current level, he was still far from that realm.

However, with all preparations completed, he was already able to touch a corner of it.

Boom, boom, boom!

The world shuddered, the Three Realms roared, and the Sea of Source bellowed.

A colossal, invisible pressure descended from the level of Position, attempting to halt this act of reversion.

This was the resistance of the Sea of Source. It was an ocean formed from shattered Primordial Law, and it would obstruct any Source Law that tried to approach in that direction.

Once they re-condensed into the Primordial, it would be equivalent to departing from the Sea of Source.

This was the greatest barrier to humanity’s touch upon the Primordial. The terrifying resistance would cause all acts of re-condensing to fail, further obstructing the progress of the Primordial Ritual, and could even shatter the Soul Body and scatter the Soul.

Just then, from the center of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, from within the Holy Fire Throne, a tremendous power erupted.

It was like a reef, blocking the vast majority of the Sea of Source’s resistance.

The small portion of resistance that struck Rod’s Soul Body was also bounced away by the tremendous upward force of the Primordial Ritual.

Boom, boom, boom!

Space began to violently tremble. A towering tsunami rose within the Sea of Source, and countless ripples spread out from around Rod, submerging his figure.

A gigantic, transparent phantom reached out from his soul and, driven by invisible power, rapidly rose.

In the Saint Longde Royal City, Rhein, who was undergoing Healing, gazed distantly toward the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground and cried out in delight, "Is that Sir Rod? He’s about to complete his advancement!"

Romano, the Dragon Slayer who had just returned from rotation, also revealed a smile. "Humanity has gained another Primordial Strong."

Within the Flesh Throne, the Great Shepherd Leader slightly raised his tumor-like head and murmured softly, "Ah, the gears of fate have begun turning again. The legends of old reappear in this era—is this a good omen, or..."

Not only they, but all of Saint Longde’s high-level figures turned their gaze at this moment.

This kind of disturbance was all too familiar to them. It was a portent that no one could ever forget; whenever it appeared, Saint Longde would fall into a frenzy of celebration.

Because it signified that yet another human Strong had stepped onto the path of the True King.

One must know that, in the language of Gods, those who had not grasped the Primordial were all false gods.

By the same logic, so-called Half Kings were merely false kings.

Only those who mastered the Primordial were truly qualified to be called King.

Bang!

Accompanied by a bang as if from within the Void itself, a mighty aura rose within the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

Within Rod’s soul, that complete Root Origin transformed into a golden arc. It was like light yet like shadow, like water yet like mist, branded into his Spirit, like the brand of the Three Realms.