The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 242 - 174 Rescue_2

Chapter 242: Chapter 174 Rescue_2

The speed was very slow, and the consumption of Spiritual Energy was considerable.

When Rod tried to seal a Wood Puppet, the formed Sealing Ice Crystal was only about the size of a thumb, and the consumption of Spiritual Energy made him feel somewhat strained.

It didn’t seem to be of much use.

Rod thought to himself.

The sealing function is like chicken ribs to me; the Dream Realm itself has a very high preservation effect, and the effect of the Storage is even stronger.

There’s no need to seal monsters either. Any monster that can be sealed by me can definitely be killed by me.

So why should I seal it? To keep it for breeding?

Rod left the altar with a touch of disappointment, coming to the last structure—the Evil Ghost Stone Tank.

But there was no pattern about it on the back of his hand, and that evil ghost shrunk inside the tank, not showing its head.

Ever since it spat out the "Evil Ghost Stone," it had been like this.

Rod then left the tank, wandering in the Dream Realm.

But before he discovered any new functions, he encountered a strange phenomenon. As he walked deeper into the Dream Realm, he suddenly found himself approaching the Obelisk from another side.

After several experiments, Rod was shocked to discover that the Dream Realm actually had boundaries. With the Obelisk at the center, its radius was only about three thousand steps.

On the edge of the Dream Realm, one could see boundless Mist stretching to infinity.

The Dream Realm seemed to float above the Mist, just a small, independent space.

This made Rod feel very uneasy.

The Dream Invasion and reaching the "River of Eternal Death" seemed to make sense now.

But now wasn’t the time to think about this. The tomb, though seemingly unthreatening, couldn’t be lingered in for too long.

There was one last pattern on the back of Rod’s hand, composed of complex lines, filled with abstract metaphors. It wasn’t clear what it was.

He jogged along the Dream Realm and finally triggered it in a very remote location.

The pattern transformed into a burst of white light falling to the ground, revealing a large pure white plaza under his feet. From the feedback of information, Rod knew it was called the "Eternal Statue."

But there was nothing on the plaza, and he didn’t know what function it held.

With this, all the patterns on the back of his hand had disappeared.

He would study it later.

Rod prepared to leave the Dream Realm.

He took one last look at the "Evil Ghost Egg," which seemed to have healed its injury, so Rod cut another piece off it.

"Living flesh" is a special material of Spirituality, and the size of a portion is fixed. No matter how much more is taken, it’s considered only one portion, so cutting too much is useless, and cutting too little is insufficient.

In the past, Rod used to cut it carelessly, as long as it wasn’t too little.

But now, he was extremely cautious, only cutting a standard portion size.

After all, "living flesh" had become a very important material. The only source was the "Evil Ghost Egg," so naturally, he had to be economical. Cutting too much would slow its healing, indirectly reducing the number of times he could harvest it.

Then, Rod made a hand gesture, and the feeling of weightlessness appeared, blurring his vision.

Rod closed his eyes, and when the feeling of weightlessness ended, he would be back in the Material World.

He had traversed back and forth countless times and was very skilled at it.

But this time, something unusual happened. The feeling of weightlessness, which should have ended in seconds, persisted. He felt as though he was falling into an abyss.

Rod immediately opened his eyes, and everything around him was pitch black, empty and boundless.

Up, down, left, right—all the same.

He was indeed plummeting into a dark abyss.

What’s happening?

Rod’s heart tightened instantly.

Wasn’t I in the tomb? Where is this?

He looked around, but even with the Eye of the Soul, he could not see an end.

A nameless fear surged in his heart. Is this the dark void? Am I going to fall straight to the bottom of the Abyss?

Suddenly, Rod saw something huge—a giant hand the likes of which he had never seen before—reaching for him from the endless darkness.

Damn it!

All the hairs on Rod’s body stood on end. He no longer hesitated and immediately activated "Spirit Realm Teleportation".

In an instant, numerous images flashed through his mind.

Rod could not afford to look closely and randomly chose a location.

In the blink of an eye, his vision blurred, and he was thrust into the air as a multitude of colors rushed at him.

By the time he came to his senses, the "Spirit Realm Teleportation" had already ended.

He finally landed on solid ground, and the dizziness from the prolonged weightlessness nearly caused him to stumble.

Rod let out a long sigh of relief and finally calmed down.

The experience had been like a nightmare; he had felt as though he really did fall into the Abyss.

Luckily, he woke up from that nightmare.

He definitely needed to ask his teacher to explain what exactly had happened once he got back; if it weren’t for "Spirit Realm Teleportation", his Resurrection Stone would have been wasted.

Rod stood up and surveyed his surroundings.

In the thick Black Fog, undulating hills were visible.

The place was somewhat unfamiliar.

It seemed not to be near the Lighthouse area.

Without a Star Disk, and with no sun, stars, or moon visible through the Black Fog, Rod found it hard to discern direction.

However, the fact that the monsters wandering nearby were mostly Black Death Beasts with giant starfish-like growths on their heads suggested that he was probably still within the Laisuo City region.

The situation wasn’t too bad.

Rod thought and randomly chose a direction, then set off walking.

After all, he had a Resurrection Stone and was not afraid of death.

About one clock hour later, Rod reached the top of a hill and looked far and wide. Under the influence of the Eye of the Soul, he could see the scenery within a two-thousand-yard range.

It was a desolate mountainous area with nothing nearby but the wandering Black Death Beasts.

After watching for a while, Rod was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a flash of Spiritual Energy in the southwest corner.

He immediately turned his gaze there, concentrated, and the Eye of the Soul pierced through the mist to see a group of people in the distance fighting desperately against Black Death Beasts.

They seemed strong, able to kill a Black Death Beast with a single blow, but they all appeared to be severely injured and had limited mobility, with weakened Spiritual Energy.

The number of Black Death Beasts greatly outnumbered them, and more kept joining the fray. Among the group were those with serious injuries, and despite their efforts to protect one another and attempt to break free, they had not succeeded.

Without hesitation, Rod took out Wood Puppets and Flesh Puppets, prepared his Thunder Stones, loaded his Sealing Spirit Bullets, and charged towards them.

Nothing was better than encountering one’s own kind in the boundless darkness.

As he drew near, Rod shouted, "Hold on! I’m here to save you!"

At the same time, he got a clearer view of the group.

They were a group of knights in silver-white armor, the same style as the Living Corpse Knight he had encountered before.

There were five of them, all covered in wounds, their armor damaged, bleeding incessantly.

And the person lying on the ground, Rod found him incredibly familiar.

He was tall, with a long silver beard tucked into his belt. Though his eyes were tightly closed, that familiar face, Rod would never forget.

He was the Dean of Jinworth Academy, the longest-lived of Trolian, the most excellent and greatest Spell Talent holder in history.

Theodore.