Solos stood frozen in place, the last trace of color drained from his face.

As one of humanity’s top warriors, he clearly distinguished that this was not someone responding to him. It was the lingering echo over Yanuo, the residual spirit, reverberating through the space.

In simple terms, it was the final message of a primordial being before their fall.

The invisible ripple would refract and wander in space, and if another primordial being arrived, they would be able to grasp the information within it.

Conveying information in this way is a great sorrow.

But it must be admitted that it is extremely useful in many instances. The ripple formed by the residual spirit occurs as a vibration on the spirit fog, which cannot be annihilated by any means, only gradually subsiding over time.

The only drawback is that it carries very few words; this is already the most he has ever seen.

The fall of a primordial being is not a common occurrence, but it is not rare either.

Solos faintly sensed that it had existed for quite a while already, indicating that Yanuo had not been destroyed recently. Judging by the dirt-covered and tattered clothing of the people in front of him, this time wasn’t recent either. Perhaps it faced ruin at the dawn of the Eternal Night.

At this moment, Solos could barely suppress the surging divine power within him. Despite having already prepared himself upon seeing the Dark Ring, when truly facing this reality, he still could not withstand the impact it brought.

"What exactly happened here?"

Solos turned to the other survivors, asking with an extremely ice-cold voice.

Crying echoed throughout the group, and another warrior stepped forward, similarly covered in wounds. Hardened scabs of blood layered upon his robe, mixed with dust, grime, and stains, the original color indistinguishable, appearing as if he had endured chaos for a long time.

Solos noticed his soul was very withered, a symptom of excessive consumption of spiritual energy without replenishment. Due to this extreme weakness, the soul was devouring itself to provide more strength.

There is no doubt that they have fought in such dire circumstances for a long time.

"Lord Solos..."

He said, sobbing, "We are refugees from Alei City. Nine star cycles ago, one day, Eternal Night came suddenly, and black fog enveloped everything, even the light of fire was overshadowed..."

He continued to recite the experiences of this period while crying, but evidently, he was just an ordinary warrior, not knowing much about the changes in the kingdom. He only knew that one day, the black fog became very strong, all spiritual energy communications failed, countless Black Fog Symbionts emerged from the darkness, breaching Alei City.

They managed to escape thanks to the sudden appearance of Bur, who was one of the elite knight captains of Yanuo, one of the 317 primordial beings. Yet Bur did not speak to them about anything regarding the Yanuo Royal City, only desperately leading them outside. But the land was already covered in black fog, filled with dark monsters and massive waves of Black Fog Symbionts everywhere.

Bur used all his strength to lead them only to the vicinity of the Oster Mountain. Their supplies had long been exhausted, and surrounded by endless living corpses, they thought they would be annihilated here. Unexpectedly, Solos, the Ender of All Things from Saint Longde, appeared.

Beside him, Rod listened in silence. Despite his unwillingness to believe, everything around him continuously reminded him that Yanuo had been destroyed.

In an instant, he thought of Saint Reel, which was also in a state of annihilation when they arrived. But the difference was that Yanuo was much stronger than Saint Reel. It inherited the most legacy from the Fire Epoch and had the most powerful Holy Fire. The King of Yanuo was the highest pinnacle of human strength, possessing not only immense power but also superior wisdom.

It could be said that all human hope was here.

In Rod’s impression, Yanuo was an incredibly magnificent and radiant existence. He had never imagined its possible demise.

In the dream realm, the Book of Knowledge once again shouted: "Master, I have a very bad feeling. We must not stay here, run quickly!"

Rod ignored it. Suddenly, the warrior began to convulse, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, ears, and nose, blood a pure black color, with pollution in his soul boiling like madness.

This phenomenon began to appear en masse within the group, with numerous people collapsing.

"No!"

The Book of Knowledge shouted: "The pollution in their souls has worsened. The black fog’s power is strengthening, they’re going to go mad!"

Almost instantly, Rod returned to the dream realm, without hesitation, tossing ten portions of {Colorful Dreams} into the {Spring of Hope}. Strange light started to flicker, and soon, hope bubbles sprayed from the spring.

This was a dream creation with strong healing and purification capabilities, which Rod had verified its efficacy in the Fallen Ship. In extreme environments, one hope bubble could heal up to 120,000 warriors. In the group before him, there were civilians, so ten portions of hope bubbles were enough.

Indeed, as the healing aura spread, the pollution in the souls of these refugees was swiftly purified, their wounds began to heal, and their state quickly improved. However, the fallen did not awaken from their coma.

Solos immediately noticed that the soul pollution in these people was only in a temporarily suppressed state. Once the power of the hope bubbles was exhausted, they would go mad again.