Chapter 1944: Chapter 865: The Most Evil Person (Part 2)
"When the black fog of the void reaches a certain limit, or the black fog in the Sea of Source is on the verge of exhaustion, the tranquil darkness will erupt in chaos, and the tide of black fog will surge into the Main Material World, bringing forth a great catastrophe."
"This process repeats over and over until the Sea of Source is completely eroded; at that time, as Lord Rod mentioned, the universe will come to an end, and all things will fall into eternal darkness."
As Amides finished speaking, a silence enveloped the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.
Everyone was silently contemplating Amides’s words, including Rod. Although he had long known this information, he had never understood its workings in such detail and clarity.
In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge turned its pages and sighed, "Human rational logical thinking still holds some merit. I can feel this human’s soul brim with wisdom, although far from mine, it’s quite commendable."
Rod remained silent, Amides’s words sounded an alarm in his heart, and he suddenly said, "No matter what, we must uncover the secret of the black fog’s origin."
Qingyu looked up at the burning Holy Fire and softly said, "Indeed, if we don’t uncover the cause, we cannot eliminate the effect, and we cannot survive this disaster."
Professor Bins softly said, "The significance of the Sea of Source is higher than we imagine; perhaps in the earliest Epoch, it already existed, just not in the form we know now..."
At this moment, Luo Weiya suddenly shouted, "Emperor Qingyu, that’s not necessarily true. Humans of the first Epoch, the Ancient Epoch, the Fire Epoch, also didn’t find the cause of the black fog, yet didn’t they survive the great catastrophe? So many strong ones from the ancient times didn’t uncover the black fog’s secrets, I suppose we won’t either. We must recognize we are in the Dark Epoch with black fog enshrouding the land longer than any other Epoch. Attempting to vanquish the black fog should be left to our descendants; our task is to safely get through this great catastrophe."
Luo Weiya’s words shocked everyone present, but upon reflection, many found it reasonable.
Yes, we don’t need to take risks; we just need to find a way to survive the great catastrophe. Anyway, when the black fog reaches a certain critical mass, it will self-quantize. We should preserve our strength as much as possible and rebuild the glory of human civilization after the black fog recedes, can’t we?
For a moment, everyone’s eyes lit up, turning their gaze to Qingyu. This was their king, Yanuo, Saint Longde, Saint Reel, all merged into Trolian. There was no second king, no second Guardian of the Holy Fire in humanity anymore. She was not only the king of Trolian but the king of humans. Even those stronger than her, like Solos, had to obey her commands.
But this supreme ruler of humankind turned her gaze to Rod.
"Little Rod."
Her voice was calm and clear, as if asking about the simplest matter.
"What do you think I should do?"
Rod remained silent, reluctantly agreeing that Luo Weiya’s words made sense, but he knew some more hidden details that he couldn’t disclose, holding onto an even greater concern in his heart.
What if this time the black fog’s retraction completely erodes the Sea of Source?
Then this round of catastrophe will be the last for the universe, this world, all living beings.
There won’t be another time, no next civilization, no new Epochs. All creatures and civilizations will perish, and everything will fall into eternal darkness.
This hypothesis was not mere excessive worry. Rod had noticed, for many decades, especially in the last two years, unprecedented phenomena appeared in human kingdoms.
A gathering influx of human births, geniuses emerging like mad, the Source Heavenly God Throne surfacing, even his own arrival—all gave him a sense that some great will recognized the universe, the Three Realms, and humanity was on the brink of destruction, struggling desperately.
Is the Sea of Source on the verge of complete pollution?
This thought inevitably surfaced in Rod’s mind.
In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge suddenly said, "Master, I believe this human’s approach is unfeasible. My memories now tell me, never before has any Dream Realm been anchored in such a broken State to its Master. Every Master of Dreams inherited a complete realm; only you inherited one with nothing but the Obelisk. If not, how could I show such an ugly state to you?"
Rod’s heart quivered, and he urgently asked, "Book, have previous Dream Realms ever shattered?"
The Book of Knowledge replied, "Not every failure shatters a Dream Realm. In my memory, the Dream Realm has only shattered three times, this time the most severe. After shattering, the Dream Realm enters a silent operational State in the high Spirit Realm, slowly repairing damages. In such times, the Dream Realm is as imperceptible as a ghost. As time passes, the broken Fragments will spontaneously regather until it is complete, only then choosing the next Master of Dreams."
Rod clenched his fist, the words of the Book of Knowledge thoroughly solidifying his inner conviction.
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