[I regret that I can only communicate with you in this way. The feedback from the Black Fog’s Source is growing stronger, rendering many secret methods ineffective, this one included. In this world, only formidable beings can wield formidable secrets. I have already left the mark of time, so please, strengthen yourself as quickly as possible.]

Whoosh!

The gale swept past, dispersing the dust completely.

The Savior from the Source Prophecy completely departed from the world, leaving not a trace behind.

A peculiar array composed of Spiritual Energy appeared in Rod’s mind, seeming to be some extraordinary form of Spiritual Communication, requiring an immensely powerful Communication Tower.

And Trolian had just established one—World’s Clock.

Originally built to listen to the world’s voice, unexpectedly, it became their critical Communication Tower.

At that moment, all doubts in Rod’s heart were dispelled; he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Without even utilizing the "Undying Divine Light," he left the Dream Realm for the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

In the Dream Realm.

Asa closed his eyes, once more sinking into slumber.

The outside world had little impact on him. He always believed that the master must be infinitely great and the ultimate hope, destined to become the True King, defeat the Supreme Will, and end the Black Fog. To him, most of Royeger’s words were nonsense except for the parts useful to the master.

He was indifferent to this ancient Hidden Sage, only wanting to digest the Evil Thought quickly, then defeat the Dark Spirit and reclaim control over the Evil Thought Space. Ideally, he could turn the Dark Spirit into a higher-order Evil Thought.

In doing so, he could come closer to becoming the Devourer King of Excrement.

Only stronger souls can control stronger excrement; this is the unchanging Truth.

On the other side, a doll stood at the Soul Altar, gazing at where the dust had dispersed.

"Disaster."

It murmured softly.

"What exactly is disaster?"

The Book of Knowledge responded: "Disaster is the unavoidable misfortune that pervades the history of civilization, a terror people cannot escape. I believe Royeger’s last words imply that if we could discern past histories and view the entire history of civilization’s disasters, we might find the pattern of the Black Fog, and discover its essential existence."

Before the Obelisk, the Book of the Future eyed the 24 portions of Destiny Energy, salivating, but dared not devour without the master’s permission.

"Ah, ah, ah, once I consume these Destiny Energies, I too can transcend fate like Royeger... His method of imprinting unspeakable secrets into the river of time is truly enchanting!"

The Book of Knowledge snorted: "Fool, without the blessing of destiny, you’re nothing."

The Book of the Future protested: "How can you say such a thing?"

The Book of Knowledge puffed up, flipping its cover and flapping its pages gracefully as it approached, every undulation seeming full of wisdom.

"Asa, once you master the present, past, and future, what remains hidden to you? The Book of Eternity is your destination, not power, but wisdom, is what governs fate."

The Book of the Future asked confusedly: "Is that so?"

The Book of Knowledge proclaimed proudly: "Naturally, you must learn from me. Only with higher wisdom can you wield greater power."

The Book of the Future seemed unsure, merely responding with an "Oh."

The Book of Knowledge felt a tinge of disappointment but was not overly concerned, believing it would soon reclaim its position as the second most significant entity in the Dream Realm once it regained wisdom.

"The Dream Realm will become great because of me."

It thought with pride.

——

Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

Nearly all the high-ranking members had gathered.

When the calendar surpassed 31 days without the long night ending, everyone knew the true disaster had arrived.

The "Eternal Night," only spoken of in legends, is the crisis foretold in the Source Prophecy.

A figure in white robes descended from the sky—it was Iyeta, the Master of the White Tower.

"Lord Iyeta."

Luo Weiya couldn’t resist asking.

"Are you certain? Is it truly the Eternal Night? Not merely an extended long night?"

Jelaba also shouted: "Could the long night exceed 31 days? The past norms aren’t necessarily applicable."

Iyeta shook his head gently, his shining bald head reflecting a golden glow from the Holy Fire.

"The duration of the long night isn’t concluded from past precedents but from prophetic calculations. In the Three Realms, the operation of Spirits follows regular patterns; the sun, moon, and stars follow fixed orbits. Even the Black Fog can’t defy such laws. 12 to 31 days constitute the characteristics of a long night; this has been verified countless times, without exception."

Alehon nodded lightly, speaking in an aged voice: "Indeed, once it exceeds 31 days, it certainly isn’t a long night, but an Eternal Night."

Luo Weiya couldn’t help but ask: "How long will the Eternal Night last?"

Iyeta responded softly: "I don’t know, there’s no record. In legends, every kingdom that experienced an Eternal Night was destroyed."

Luo Weiya exclaimed: "Impossible! If all were destroyed, who would know of the Eternal Night’s existence?"

Upon the Throne, Qingyu nodded and smiled: "Hence, it is legend."

Alehon coughed, his muddled gaze swept over: "Your Majesty, you shouldn’t laugh."

Qingyu shrugged: "Why shouldn’t I laugh? Crying won’t help either."

The White Wolf nearby furrowed its brow, about to remind its former lady, now the queen, to mind her words, when a voice came from outside the hall.

"Qingyu is right."

Everyone turned, recognizing the voice as Rod’s; only he would call the king of Trolian by name. This was due to the king’s prior statement that Rod should bear all the repercussions, while Qingyu inherited her power, allowing Qingyu to use her name.

Sure enough, a familiar figure appeared before them.

"Regardless of how dire the crisis, we must scorn it in spirit, yet honor it in reason... Only then will our inspiration and wisdom remain unbound, enabling us to maximize their utility in crisis."

Rod surveyed the gathering, his confident demeanor making them feel a light had come among them.

A faint voice murmured: "Indeed, it’s the Light of Rod... "

The real Light of Tai Luo also felt this momentum, delightedly asking: "Brother Rod, have you found the corresponding solution?"

"Don’t speak too soon!" Luo Weiya quickly tugged at Tai Luo’s sleeve, whispering: "If Brother Rod can’t produce one, it might undermine his..."

"I have found it!"

Rod’s voice resonated in the hall, not loud, but instantly rendering everyone silent.

In the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, only the sound of the Holy Fire burning remained.

All eyes were wide with amazement as they looked at him; only Qingyu, still smiling, gazed at Rod with eyes full of joy.

"Remember the massive disturbance we caused in the Black Fog after defeating the Blood God? It was quelled by some unknown power. We once speculated it was another surviving Fire Kingdom from the Dark Epoch."

"Now, I tell you, they exist... The Fire Kingdoms beyond us exist!"

Rod paused, and the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground was so silent a pin drop could be heard.

At that moment, everyone seemed to turn into statues.

"Yanuo and Saint Longde, they are located on the Ash Land and Dead Soil Continent, approximately 90,000 and 110,000 kilometers away from us, on the world’s other side."

"But through supreme wisdom, I’ve found a unique Spiritual Communication Array that can precisely contact them."

"Securing their assistance is how we will overcome the crisis!"