The air inside the tower was as silent as a grave; everyone seemed petrified, standing motionless.

It wasn’t until the light of prophecy faded and the shining words extinguished that Rod came to his senses. A chilling wave rose from the bottom of his heart, primal fear coursing through his blood, leaving his limbs cold.

This feeling, he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

"Master!"

Asa’s voice echoed within his soul, weak yet brimming with restrained delight.

"Quickly send me back to the Dream Realm; I feel uneasy, as if someone is approaching my neck from behind with a sharp knife..."

Only then did Rod shift his gaze, realizing that the stone had entirely shattered, turning to countless ashes, and Beakleus’ skull was covered in cracks, though yet to be fully broken. Omir’s remnant soul still clung to it.

The Book of Eternity remained unchanged, but Rod distinctly felt Asa’s soul becoming stable and solid.

He swiftly grabbed the Book of Eternity and the skull, sending them back to the Dream Realm.

Asa let out a long sigh of relief: "It’s always more comfortable at home..."

It flicked through the pages, and the pent-up excitement exploded suddenly.

"Master, master, did you see it? I completed an unbelievably great prophecy; all the Destiny Energy solidified in my soul is digested, completely digested, hahaha, there’s nothing more gratifying than this. I feel so hungry I could eat a ton of dung... uh, I mean a lot of Destiny Energy. Damn Asa, his filthy hand must have touched me, polluting my spirit."

The Book of Eternity frantically flapped its pages, running around wildly on the ground, like a joyful fool dog.

"Master, I want Destiny Energy!"

Rod casually produced Destiny Energy, fed as much as thirty portions, before Asa stopped and burped: "So full, I feel like I need to rest."

With that, it leapt back onto the shelf, beginning a brief slumber.

"This isn’t digestion," said the Book of Knowledge. "It must be tired."

Rod nodded, saying nothing; his mind was still dwelling on the earlier prophecy, still lingering on those five shining lines of text.

Retrieving his focus from the Dream Realm, he turned his gaze towards Solos, his expression becoming extremely solemn, filled with worry and confusion in his eyes.

"What exactly is this..."

He murmured, noting Rod’s glance, turning his head. As their eyes met, they each saw the astonishment and doubt in the other’s eyes.

Undoubtedly, this was an unprecedented prophecy, not only rare in Rod’s life but also unparalleled in Saint Longde.

It thoroughly revealed the first epoch of the Ancient Epoch, allowing them to understand how the Ancient Gods were born, how humanity and orderly beings developed, and ultimately how they perished.

This prophecy provided everyone with an unprecedented shock, for the first time clearly understanding an era, the most distant and mysterious Ancient Epoch.

But simultaneously, they accumulated countless vast puzzles within their hearts.

The voice of the Great Shepherd Leader resounded in the air, voicing the greatest of all their internal confusions.

"Why did the great disaster descend?"

From the prophecy’s descriptions, they saw no clue, only that on a sudden day, the Eternal Night arrived, the god dominating destiny among the Ancient Gods detected the Black Fog’s tide.

Thereafter, the situation worsened continually; the situation rapidly deteriorated, even with precautions, they were powerless to stop it, until the ultimate battle at Godoyin Sacred Mountain began.

When the Dark Spirit drove the Ancient Golden War God to rebel, everything ended.

The most terrifying aspect was that what they were experiencing now mirrored the experience of the Ancient Gods.

Eternal Night descends, Black Fog’s strength increases, the situation continues to worsen, with no signs of improvement, even after killing two Black Fog Primordial Bodies, nothing changed.

If this continues, they will soon face the Black Fog’s tide, the dark chaos, and the extinction-level disaster will also descend in the Dark Epoch.

And they are far from as powerful as the Ancient Gods; within all humanity, only the King of Yarno possesses 20 portions of Primordial Law, achieving the realm of a quasi-king.

Others, when strictly classified, are pseudo-kings, half kings, or ants.

More frightening is, during the Black Fog shrouded Dark Epoch, the great disaster may be even stronger than the Ancient Epoch’s great disaster.

When the time comes, what will they use to resist?

Everyone felt a penetrating chill, the Great Shepherd Leader’s deep voice echoing in the air.

"We must immediately contact Yarno."

"If humanity has a trace of hope, it must lie in Yarno."

Everyone’s spirits were lifted, their eyes regaining some vitality.

Solos said solemnly: "The tower is still unrepaired, communication with Yarno remains disrupted. However, the expedition team is ready, just waiting for His Majesty’s recovery to depart."

The Great Prophet said anxiously: "But we are so far from Yarno, it would take several months to get there..."

"No need," Rod said, sternly: "With me here, we can reach Yarno in at most half a day."

"Half a day?"

The Great Prophet widened his eyes in shock: "Between Yarno and us lies a small half of the Main Continent, the Great Black Domain completely blocking our route, even high Spiritual Energy communication frequently interrupted. Since the Spirit Realm anomaly two years ago and the elevation of Black Fog’s strength, our contact with Yarno was disrupted and hasn’t recovered. If we go, we would have to travel over 320,000 kos. Do you know what that means?"