CHAPTER 1167: CHAPTER 598: THE DARK PURGER (FIRST UPDATE)

A strong light burst forth from the depths of the disc.

This divine artifact, belonging solely to the Ancient God of Fate, despite losing much of its power, still played its role, activating the spirit core of the altar.

But Rod knew, it wasn’t over yet.

On the stone slab, Adam Yareel had said, the spirit core is a very powerful and intricate spiritual object with a very strong autonomous detection ability, capable of determining if the one activating the core is the true owner.

Trying to deceive its judgment is extremely difficult; he had tried countless methods, even if he managed to fool the initial judgment, he could not pass the ongoing deep inspection, and eventually, all methods failed.

Adam Yareel believed that unless the Seven Gods who built the altar returned, or one possessed their unique divine artifact, it was impossible to unlock the spirit core.

When reading this, the Destiny Divine Sword immediately came to Rod’s mind.

This was a weapon left specifically for him by the Ancient God of Fate.

However, at that time, to escape from the attack of the King of the Deep Sea, Rod had thrown the Destiny Divine Sword away, and when he retrieved it, it had suffered irreparable damage, with most of its power lost.

Whether it could pass the judgment of the spirit core was still an unknown.

The strong light completely enveloped the Destiny Divine Sword, sweeping back and forth over its surface.

Rod and the others cautiously stood outside the light, avoiding being detected.

This method worked; the genuine Destiny Divine Sword seemed to gain the spirit core’s approval, and the strong light gradually deepened. A flickering misty light slowly emerged on the disc.

Rod keenly noticed that the field within the Divine Tower changed with its appearance.

"Is this... the spirit core?"

"Did we succeed?"

"So much star marrow, so much star marrow..."

Liszt was so excited that he could hardly speak, wishing to crouch in the corner, fearing any carelessness might disturb the detection.

However, the next moment, the misty light abruptly turned red.

A powerful field expanded instantly; before Liszt could speak, darkness fell before his eyes, and the world flipped.

"What... what happened?"

Only a second passed, and light returned.

But what appeared in front of him was an infinitely desolate space.

The sky was shrouded in gray clouds, the ground covered in gray sand. He stood on a desolate boulder, with numbers 7, 9, and 19 behind him, looking panicked and bewildered.

Only Rod stood calmly at the front, his robe fluttering with the gale.

"Where... where are we?"

"What is this place?"

"Did the detection fail?"

A barrage of questions was thrown out, but Rod merely spoke calmly, "Don’t worry."

He closed his eyes, and after a moment, opened them again.

"Here, it should be inside the altar, the plane fracture of the spirit core."

"If I’m not mistaken, all the spirituality sacrificed to the altar is stored here."

Liszt was stunned and murmured, "Why are we here?"

Rod didn’t answer, stepping forward to the edge of the boulder, gazing far off into the gray expanse.

Liszt thought the same, but soon he noticed something was wrong.

"What is that?"

Numbers 7 and 9 also quickly noticed the anomaly.

"It seems like there’s a gray line on the horizon..."

Rod shook his head slightly, "No, that’s not a gray line, it’s the Black Tide!"

This sensitive word instantly struck a chord in everyone’s heart.

"The Black Tide?"

"Why is there a Black Tide here?"

"Isn’t that a gray line?"

The high-ranking investigators used their respective detection methods but still could not see clearly, until the gray line came closer.

"Oh my god..."

Everyone was shocked by what they saw.

It was an endless sea of monsters, densely packed, layered upon each other, endless.

They came in various shapes, mostly gray evil spirits, with low ranks, mostly between Ungraded and Mature Level.

However, their numbers were enormous, at least in the billions, as far as the eye could see.

Liszt exclaimed, "No, no, how is this possible? Why are there so many monsters?"

Rod calmly explained, "Activating the altar requires injecting spirituality, and in the past, the Ancient Gods either didn’t have the means to isolate spirituality in large quantities or didn’t deign to expend the effort. More often, they directly injected souls. Only the Sigles Kingdom and Adam Yareel injected spirituality. This plane fracture has long been polluted by the Black Fog. What you see are the monsters born from the souls and spirituality sacrificed to the altar over thousands of years."

Everyone was too shocked to speak.

Number 7 exclaimed, "Let’s quickly use the beacon to escape!"

Almost immediately, Liszt agreed with this suggestion, but Rod shook his head.

"No need."

Number 7 anxiously said, "No way, Master Zero, even if they are only Mature Level monsters, this many are unbeatable. We will be overwhelmed by the monsters!"

Rod responded to the doubt with 200,000 kiloticks of Spiritual Energy. This super strong Spiritual Power Wave was like an unshakable mountain, overlooking the dust on the ground.

Number 9 cried out, "Master Zero, you are the Commander; Mature Level monsters are mere specks to you, but even clearing specks requires expending your energy. With so many monsters, you’ll exhaust yourself!"

Liszt urgently said, "Even if you could kill them all, the backlash from the Black Fog of so many monsters will devour your soul."