Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2734

1247: Key

The graceful figure had vanished, replaced by streams of blood-red data.

Zuan, suppressing the terrifying pressure, hurriedly praised, “Although I only saw a vague outline, I was already overwhelmed by the vastness and power of memory. It seems that becoming the messenger of memory is a great blessing and fortune.”

“You are quite good at talking,” the data streams gradually returned to their normal green color, and the terrifying pressure around them gradually subsided. “Don’t try to look directly at the true god from now on, or you will only bring destruction upon yourself.”

“I will follow your instructions.” Zuan thought to himself, looking as if he were about to carry a box of loyal oranges on his head.

“By the way, there’s something else I need you to check this time,” Meng’s voice sounded again.

“I will go through fire and water to serve you.” Zuan himself felt a little corny, but facing the true god, it was not shameful.

“I sense the presence of the God of Death here. See if you can find any relevant information? After all, the God of Death fell, and many specific details weren’t recorded. This truly goes against the principles of memory.” Meng’s voice was filled with dissatisfaction, as if he felt that those believers in memory who hadn’t even recorded such a significant event were complete idiots.

Zuan’s mind struck, and he took the opportunity to ask, “I heard that the God of Death was killed by the God of Annihilation. Is that true?”

“It’s not that simple…” Meng paused. “That’s not your concern. Secrets only put you in greater danger.”

“Yes.”

“Alright, go ahead. Remember your mission.”

As he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery shifted, and Zuan found himself standing at the bow again.

A breeze blew, and he realized his back was soaking wet.

No wonder they say not to mention the true God casually, or else it’s easy to be destroyed.

Fortunately, I was quick-witted, otherwise I wouldn’t even know how I died this time.

While it was thrilling, it was also a blessing in disguise, having gained those two amazing abilities.

Now he’s a dual-purpose divine messenger of both Chaos, Mystery, and Memory. I wonder if Mi Li will skin me alive if she finds out…

Wait, I just heard Meng call Mi Li a bitch. Could she be a woman?

Just now, with the Eye of Delusion, though it was just a fleeting glimpse, Meng also seems to be a woman.

Are true gods truly genderless?

But he quickly realized and dismissed these suicidal thoughts. He’s such a forgetful person. Just now, his rude words had attracted Meng. If he continued to overthink and attract something extraordinary, he might not be so lucky.

“Was that a glance from the God of Memory just now?”

“That was the feeling of memory.”

“It seems that Zu An is indeed a believer in Memory.”

“With so many believers in Memory throughout the heavens and myriad realms, how many have even received a glance from a true God? Zu An truly has a promising future. Perhaps he’ll have the chance to become a divine messenger of Memory someday.”

…

The attitudes of the people around him changed rapidly, from initial indifference to current enthusiasm.

Zu An thought to himself, “I’m already a divine messenger of Memory now.”

Of course, he still wanted to keep a low profile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to show off, but he was worried that if Mi Li heard about it, he’d be doomed.

He looked up and glanced around, his expression suddenly froze.

“Brother Zu, you just found a way to rescue Sister Yani, but do you have any way to deal with that Alati? Sister Tingxue has dissipated that bone dragon several times, but unfortunately, she’s never been able to kill him.” Isabella’s face was

filled with worry. Having just sensed the power of the God of Memory, Alati hadn’t dared to act rashly, but soon realized that the God of Memory hadn’t descended, and its presence quickly faded. He

immediately regained his composure. If he were still conscious, he would have retreated long ago, but now, driven only by instinct, he

was determined to fight to the death against those who had hurt him. Tingxue, like Yani, could defeat him, but not kill him.

Even if his bones were shattered to smithereens, he could still heal. Who knows if it was the aura of death or his past as a Deathbringer.

“Let me try,” Zuan soared into the air, gazing at the ferocious bone dragon.

He poured out his full might into the Hongmeng Yuanshi Sutra, chanting incantations: “Dust to dust, earth to earth; what should not be kept should not be kept.”

As he spoke, the skeletal dragon, once roaring fiercely, suddenly quieted. Listening intently, its twisted expression became more serene.

A gentle breeze suddenly picked up, scattering the thick, grayish-white aura surrounding the skeletal dragon.

Soon, the shadowy figure of a middle-aged man emerged from the skeletal dragon’s head. He looked menacing, evidently a prominent figure in his time.

“Thank you, young man! After all these years, I’m finally free.” The shadowy figure bowed to Zuan.

“Are you the former Death Messenger Alati?” Zuan asked curiously.

“I haven’t heard that name in ages. I didn’t expect anyone in the world still remembered me.” The shadowy figure sighed deeply, as if feeling a sense of profound change.

“Why did you become like that?” Zuan took the opportunity to pry for more information.

“This is a curse placed on me by a certain being sometime ago.” The shadowy figure seemed to recall something, a flicker of anger and fear in his eyes. “Don’t ask who it was; finding out would bring you misfortune.”

As he spoke, a token suddenly appeared in his hand. “I’ve been waiting for someone I’m destined for, for countless years. I was almost despairing, but I never thought I’d finally find you today.” “

What is this?” Zuan noticed the token, which resembled neither gold nor jade, with a faint white glow. Its shape was also odd, resembling a gear with fewer teeth.

“A key.”

“Which key?”

“Many things cannot be explained; only through personal experience will you understand.”

Zuan was about to curse, “Another riddler.”

But thinking back to his own experience, he felt relieved. He didn’t know if these true gods and other powerful beings were monitoring keywords. Mentioning them would easily draw a glance.

If a situation like that happened again, Zuan had no confidence he would survive.

After handing the token to Zuan, the shadowy figure closed his eyes. “It’s finally over…”

Zuan was about to ask again when the shadowy figure began to vanish with the wind. Simultaneously, the bone dragon, which had previously been indestructible to Yani and Tingxue, seemed to melt away, its presence wafting through the air in a gentle breeze, transforming it into a cloud of ash before vanishing without a trace.

When he returned to the boat, everyone gathered around him. Yani couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Did he just give you something?”

“A key.” Zuan didn’t hide it and said it directly.

He had no idea where the key was, so he might as well pool his knowledge and see if he could find some relevant information.

After hearing this, everyone present was thoughtful, with different expressions.