"A great existence?"
"Yes, it's something I only recently sensed. In the depths of the vast starry sky, there are some very ancient existences resisting the invasion of the Black Fog. The world hasn't plunged into absolute darkness, and our glimmer can still survive in this desperate era, likely because of their presence."
At this moment, Rod's mind was in turmoil, and he suddenly remembered the Holy King and Saint Reel the Pope.
Weren't they like this too?
In the most dangerous times, they decisively went to the starry sky to resist the advent of great pollution.
The King said, "The Holy City will soon be completed, and in a few days, you can place the throne of the Holy King down."
Rod nodded cautiously, hoping that after receiving human offerings, the residual spirit of the Holy King could provide them with some protection.
