Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2765

1278: The Mystery of Death

“Ouch, this person is so heavy.”

“How dare you step on my head?”

“Wake up, you’re already dead.”

“What? I’ve roamed the universe, dominated all realms, how could I possibly die?”

“My madness has struck again,”

the skulls nearby shook their heads.

…

Zuan felt dizzy as the skulls’ garbled mutterings filled his ears. Although only skulls remained, he could still sense their power as he passed over them. He knew they must have been among the world’s most powerful beings in life.

Even now, dead and with only their heads left, they still retained a certain aura, their every word akin to a mental assault.

Thousands of skulls spoke simultaneously, and anyone passing by without a strong will and formidable mental strength would likely go mad on the spot.

Zuan guarded his mind, intending to cast the “Trace of History” granted to him by the God of Memory to consign these mental attacks to the river of history. But then a thought struck him: who knew if the one at the end of the ladder would be at odds with Meng? It was better not to reveal this.

So he simply used the Supreme Forgetfulness Chapter to clear all thoughts and walked forward step by step.

But as he advanced, his flesh gradually vanished, and in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a skeleton.

Stepping on the skulls made a clanging sound, extremely eerie.

Zuan, however, remained remarkably calm. Though reduced to a skeleton, he felt no pain at all.

On the contrary, his consciousness remained clear.

Observing his current skeletal form with his mind, he even lamented the irony of fate. The Seven Yaoguangs had predicted his transformation into a skeleton, and he had thought it would happen at the Eight Desolate Prison Suppression Formation, but it hadn’t happened here. He

walked for who knows how long, time seemed to have lost its meaning here, until he finally reached the end of the skull staircase.

A throne formed of bones stood in the void. The term “throne” seemed a bit disrespectful, as no king here could possess such an aura.

In contrast, the skulls that had once paved the steps, each with a regal air, guarded the throne of bones like serfs, trembling and fearful.

Though the throne was now empty, the lingering aura made it undeniable.

Zuan’s expression froze. He had recognized this unique aura as divine. His previous audiences with the God of Chaos and Mystery and the God of Memory, while distinct, had revealed the true god’s divinity nowhere else.

“You’ve arrived,” a voice, devoid of emotion, echoed from the void.

Zuan looked up, only to see a pair of crimson eyes suddenly appear in the sky.

Each eye stretched across the sky, hanging like the Milky Way.

Even planets seemed dwarfed by them, let alone ordinary living beings.

Yet, the other didn’t carry an overwhelming aura; instead, Zuan felt a vague sense of familiarity.

He was baffled by this feeling. “What merit did I have to feel such a sense of kinship with them?”

He bowed. “Sir, are you the God of Death?”

“You knew it was me?” The eyes turned to Zuan.

Zuan sighed. “If I hadn’t known this by the time I got here, I’d have died countless times in my life.”

He had encountered the Death Messenger in the ocean, heard so many legends about the God of Death, and just now, the striking skull-shaped staircase. He had even turned into a skeleton just by approaching it—all signs pointed to death.

Then, the giant red eye in the sky seemed to waver. “It’s been ages since I’ve heard anyone call my name.”

Zuan thought to himself that those rumors about the God of Death’s death were false.

Then, the voice in the sky rang out again: “I am indeed dead.”

Zuan’s heart skipped a beat. Oh no! He had almost forgotten that these true gods could hear people’s thoughts.

Fearing his thoughts might be read, he hurriedly asked, “Will the God of Death die?”

“Do you find that ridiculous?”

“I dare not.”

“Of course the God of Death will die,” the voice said calmly. “Death is the most fair thing in the world. Strong or weak, rich or poor, everyone must die. Even as the God of Death, I naturally cannot escape this rule.”

Zuan felt a faint sense of realization, but the feeling quickly faded. He could only ask, “Rumor has it that you were plotted against by the God of Annihilation, which is why…”

Now in front of the God of Death, he wasn’t afraid of the glances he’d receive if he mentioned other true gods.

“Although the God of Annihilation is powerful, he doesn’t have the power to kill me,” the God of Death said with a hint of pride.

Zuan looked quizzical, but he still died in the end.

Sensing his thoughts, the God of Death remained calm. “Because the God of Annihilation wasn’t the only one who attacked.”

Zuan’s heart stirred, as if he were about to hear some profound secret. Was he trying to trick the Riddler again?

So he simply asked, “I heard he’s even invited a True God to join forces?”

“Not just one or two, but almost all of them,” the God of Death declared, startling.

Zuan was immediately flustered. He’d initially guessed the God of Annihilation had joined forces with the other True Gods, but he hadn’t expected all of them to join in. How unpopular was the God of Death?

Fortunately, he hadn’t used his power just now…

He quickly stopped thinking.

“What do you think of the True Gods?”

“They are the most powerful beings in the universe, each standing at the end of their own path.”

“In that case, do you think such omnipotent beings can accept their own eventual death?”

Hearing this, Zuan’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly understood why the God of Death had been slain by the True Gods.

How could such powerful beings wish death?

Only by destroying the God of Death, the very embodiment of death, could they achieve eternal immortality.

“You and I are destined to be together.”

Zuan’s heart skipped a beat at the words. Oh my goodness, if he’d heard this before, he might have been happy. Legend has it that this place holds the legacy of the God of Death, and this might be a truly great opportunity.

But in this situation, even a powerful being like the God of Death has been slain by the True Gods. If I were to be contaminated by this karma, I wouldn’t know how I would die.

“This is fate, you can’t escape it,” the God of Death clearly understood his thoughts, but he didn’t get angry. “I can sense the aura of death from you. You seem to be the God of Death of some small world.”

Zuan: “…”

He is the Lord of the Netherworld in the world of cultivation, and in a sense, he is truly the God of Death.

“It is because I sense this aura in you that I guide you here.” There seemed to be a hint of excitement in the tone of the God of Death.

Zuan was startled, and then he thought of his encounters along the way. The God of Death sent Alati to deliver the key, and he was able to control himself to come to this forbidden area, and he also understood how to unlock the Eight Desolate Prison Formation… He

originally thought that it was all Yanhua’s calculations, but now it seems that even Yanhua himself may have been manipulated by the God of Death.

“Is that powerful demon spider also your believer?” Zuan asked tentatively.

“No, strictly speaking, she is the gatekeeper of this forbidden area.”