In the camp of the Black Battle Group, Rod had just finished training Kashan, instructing her on the skills of close combat. Just as he was about to go back and rest for a while, the Fire Mark on his collar suddenly began to burn fiercely.

A sharp pain pierced through his soul, like a red-hot needle stabbing in.

Rod's heart trembled, immediately realizing that something major was happening.

This was the highest-level alarm in the Fire Crown, which only Special Level Combatants could receive.

Upon receiving the alarm, one must immediately head to the target point, regardless of their current state or what they are doing.

Due to the alarm needing to cover extremely long communication distances, it usually cannot carry specific information, only some numbers composed of dots representing the destination coordinates.

Sure enough, the burning firelight became distinct, and a set of coordinates quickly appeared before his eyes.

Rod calculated in his mind and found that the coordinate point was the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

"Hmm... The Source Prophecy must have been completed, but so urgently..."

Rod pondered, raising his voice as he called out, "I'm going to the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground. You all stay here and train well."

Kashan wiped the sweat off her forehead, emerged from her state of calm fury, and asked, "What happened? Are we going to war?"

Rod replied briefly, "Not necessarily, but be prepared."

He sensed an ominous air from the alarm.

If the Source Prophecy had yielded a good outcome, it wouldn't be so urgent.

Kashan clenched her fist, "My soul is strong enough now. This time, I certainly won't faint again."

In the battle within the Abyss Fragment, fainting and retreating was her greatest shame. She doubled her training during this period to ensure something similar wouldn't happen again.

Anna comforted, "That wasn't your fault; it was Rod who was too careless."

Kashan snorted, recalling the panic when she mistakenly thought Rod had died, and returned to the training ground to punch again.

Not far away, Mephit remained silent, merely bowing his head, lost in thought.

"I'm off."

Rod waved his hand and turned to leave the camp.

About a quarter of an hour later, he stepped into the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground and was surprised to find that he was the last to arrive.

Under the golden Holy Fire, all fourteen Special Level Combatants were present.

In addition, there were Archbishop Horus, First Elder Amendo, First Defense Chief Dalin, Great Prophet Iyeta, Judgment Chief Lucian, and the Commanders of each major army corps.

All the top figures of Trolian had gathered here.

"Good, now everyone is here."

The King waved his hand, and two beams of golden light extended from the golden Holy Fire, quickly spreading and covering the entire Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

"The words we are about to speak involve many secrets. I don't know what might trigger unknown taboos, so I have sealed the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, isolating the internal and external connections. Now, this place may almost be regarded as an independent space."

The meeting room became deathly silent.

Everyone knew that what the King was about to say would be extremely important.

"The Source Prophecy has been completed."

The King spoke calmly, recounting word by word what had happened in the White Tower.

When they heard that Meredith had completed the Source Prophecy at the cost of his own soul, everyone clenched a fist, pressed it to their heart, and paid supreme tribute to this great Master of the White Tower.

Iyeta handed the stone box containing his teacher's ashes to the King with both hands.

"May the fire burn eternal, may heroes be immortal."

The King chanted softly, stepping into the Holy Fire, sending Meredith's ashes into the golden flame.

Everyone chanted in unison.

"May the fire burn eternal, may heroes be immortal."

"May the great, courageous Lord Meredith rest in eternal peace in Fire Heaven."

The surging fire devoured the ashes, and this great Master of the White Tower thus departed the world, returning to the embrace of the fire.

Everyone bowed their heads in silent mourning.

The Holy Fire burned quietly, having witnessed countless similar events over thousands of years.

As the silence ended, the shadow on Iyeta's face finally dissipated somewhat, feeling not as distressed as before.

He looked at the calm Holy Fire and thought, "Perhaps this is the power of sacrifice; Fire Heaven does not exist. The Fire Will in the deep void is merely our ideal, the real and cruel world is suffocating, and our spirit is too fragile, always needing something to cling to..."

"Yes, the sacrifice for the dead actually comforts the living. I should take on my teacher's legacy."

Before him, the King turned around, encircled by golden flames, donning the crown and robe.

He solemnly declared:

"First, I announce an appointment: according to Lord Meredith's last wishes and the traditions of the White Tower, the new Master of the White Tower will be assumed by Great Prophet Iyeta."

Iyeta felt no emotional fluctuation within; it was just an insignificant interlude.

"Everyone."

The King surveyed the room and said seriously:

"The Source Prophecy, which we expended countless manpower and resources on and paid a great price for, has revealed a terrifying future to us."

"What Lord Meredith saw in the prophecy remains unknown to us, but we can be sure that it is a taboo not tolerated by the world."

"We will face a great disaster. A great horror in the darkness will descend upon us in the future, and doomsday is drawing near. Perhaps it is ten years, maybe twenty, but it won't be too far off."

Iyeta said, "The foundation of the Source Prophecy lies in the intuition triggered by the teacher. Human intuition is inevitably related to us, something we can reach. Based on past experience, it absolutely doesn't exceed thirty years, but what I fear the most is..."

He paused for a moment, his tone becoming solemn.

"It may be five years, maybe three years, or perhaps... right before our eyes."

The atmosphere at the sacrificial altar became incredibly heavy.

Besides Rod, everyone here has experienced more than one disaster, and the White Tower's prophecies on disasters have occurred more than once.

Each disaster has brought them tremendous loss, with countless comrades and siblings returning to the Holy Fire.

It is the thing they least want to face.

At this time, the first Fire Son, Alehon, stepped forward and asked solemnly, "What should we do now?"

Iyeta said, "First, we must determine the time of the disaster's arrival."

This perspective was agreed upon by everyone present.

Commander Lothar shouted, "That's right, having a timeframe, even a rough one, allows us to plan and deploy."

Alehon asked again, "And then?"

"We need to find out what the disaster is. Is it the Black Tide? The Long Night? The Abyss? The Spirit Realm? An indescribable existence, or another unknown calamity?"

Iyeta's tone was firm and steady.

"In the coming time, the White Tower will do everything to clarify these two questions."

Horus asked worriedly, "You no longer have destiny materials; won't prophecy and prediction be affected?"

Iyeta said solemnly, "Even without super destiny materials made from the remnants of the Ancient God of Destiny, we still have a way to conduct prophecies of this magnitude, but we need a sufficient amount of high-purity Sun Stones and Sun Crystals."

The King nodded lightly, "The Royal City will do its best to meet the White Tower's needs."

Horus wanted to say more, but in the end, closed his mouth.

The King's tone became solemn: "Meredith saw a terrifying future, but he did not give up; rather, he burned his soul, using the power of the Source Prophecy to seek a glimmer of hope for humanity."

"Luckily, he succeeded. Meredith's final words told me that humanity's glimmer of hope is related to the Ancient God."

Olivia suddenly said, "Professor Bins and Professor Barrett obtained a lot of secret knowledge related to the Ancient God from Sagus Ancient City, which might be of some help to us."

The King nodded: "We have already informed them of this matter, as well as the Rose School and the Historical Research Association. They will exert all their strength to find useful information."

"Additionally, Meredith provided us with an extremely important piece of information."

"The origin of the Black Fog and the method to eliminate it are related to a name."

"It is called Royeger!"

Everyone present gasped.

Even though they were accustomed to grand events, hearing this crucial news still shocked them.

The origin of the Black Fog and its elimination, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say, has been the question humanity has wanted answers to the most since the Black Fog was born.

Since the Ancient Epoch, countless people have exhausted their lives, even sacrificed their lives, to find the real answer.

In Trolian, no matter the time, this has remained the hottest topic.

Countless scholars have devoted themselves to it, only to obtain not even half a result in a lifetime.

Other than many baseless speculations and hypotheses, there is no substantial theory, not even a clue, a direction.

But now, the King tells them that both the origin and elimination of the Black Fog are related to a name.

Many in the sacrificial altar were moved to tears.

"Finally... we finally have a clue."

"Even if it's just a name, we finally have a direction."

Among everyone, only Rod frowned.

He clearly remembered that the Book of Knowledge, after regaining its memory, the first thing it told him was the way to completely eliminate the Black Fog.

That is to purify the high-tier Spirit Realm!

No matter how it is viewed, purifying the high-tier Spirit Realm doesn't relate to a name.

Unless the name is "Rod" or "Dream Realm."

But the name of the Dream Realm can't be uttered; there isn't such a pronunciation in Dream Realm language.

Furthermore, after Asa devoured the evil thought Amon and obtained part of his memory, he told Rod.

The Supreme Will that created the Ancient Evil Thought is the mastermind; his purpose for releasing the Black Fog is for resurrection.

Completely killing the Supreme Will can thoroughly eliminate the Black Fog.

Though this is just his personal inference, it has some basis.

However, these three statements contradict each other. The only explanation Rod came up with is that the true name of the Supreme Will is Royeger, and it is hidden in the high-tier Spirit Realm. After killing it, the high-tier Spirit Realm can be purified.

Of course, this possibility is almost none.

This explanation is too far-fetched.

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