Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2767

1280: A Familiar World

“No supernatural abilities…” Zuan was stunned, having never expected such a bizarre requirement for this trial.

After all, after so long of training, everyone had become superhumans capable of flying and escaping the earth. Suddenly becoming ordinary people again would probably be a bit strange.

“I have a question. Since you said I have a connection with death, why did you ask them to join?” Zuan was puzzled.

Not to mention the added risk of fireworks, he personally didn’t want Isabella and Tingxue to take any risks.

After all, this endless staircase of skulls was here, and those who had participated in these trials before had died. Wouldn’t that mean Tingxue and Isabella would likely become skeletons as well?

Hmm, the skulls they would become would surely be exquisite and beautiful…

Bah, bah, bah, it’s already this time, and you’re still thinking about this.

The God of Death answered simply, “Because they too have a chance to gain the favor of the Way of Death. Despite the passage of time, not many have managed to reach this place. The Path of Death needs a new inheritor, so to find this person, the trial will allow all who come here to participate, hoping to increase the chances of success.”

Zuan: “…”

So they’re casting a wide net.

But as he looked at the endless staircase of bones, it felt like quite a lot of people came here.

“Is that all? Is there anything else more useful?” He hurriedly gathered his thoughts.

“I’ve already made an exception and revealed two pieces of information to you. Are you still not satisfied?”

“Two pieces of information?!”

“One, this trial is a world that restricts supernatural abilities;”

“Two, your companions will also participate.”

Zuan: “…”

If he hadn’t known that the other party could read minds, he would probably have already started to speak foul language by now. Does this even count?

“These two pieces of information are a bit forced, they won’t help the Trial at all. Aren’t you looking for someone to inherit the Will of Death? Since you feel a connection with me, why not truly help me?”

“No, to pass the Trial, fairness and justice are essential.”

“But you should also know that this Trial is likely rigged by other… beings. If these Trial-takers go in blindly, they’ll lose the upper hand from the start. Doesn’t that violate the principle of fairness and justice you established in the first place?”

Hearing his words, the giant eye in the sky was startled. After a long silence, it sighed. “Over the years, I’ve encountered a few clever individuals who tried their best to extract information from me, but you’re the first to convince me.”

“Alright, I can share another piece of information with you. From your memories, I discover that this Trial world has some connection to you.”

Zuan was delighted, then puzzled. “How could it be connected to me?”

This was a Trial chosen by the God of Death for his heir. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of any connection to himself.

Wait, “He read all my memories? “

“Because the prototype of this trial world came from a friend who was also a death god. Back then, he was also the god of death in his own world. He was quite my type and told me about the subsequent development of his world. I was particularly impressed. So, when I was hastily wanting to leave a legacy of death, I used the background of that world as the prototype.”

Zuan’s heart began to pound—strangely enough, he no longer had a heart, but he still felt this familiar feeling. “I wonder if your friend is the Emperor of Fengdu?”

“No, he’s called King Yama in that world.”

Zuan was stunned. The Netherworld did have the Ten Yama Kings, but he didn’t know which one it was.

It was a pity that when he took over the Netherworld, not only the Ten Yama Kings, but also the other ghosts and demon messengers had disappeared, leaving many things unexplained.

“He was believed to be impartial and unbiased during his lifetime, which is why everyone believes he can be absolutely fair as King Yama.”

Upon hearing this, an image surfaced in Zuan’s mind. He was about to ask again when the other person said, “I’ve already revealed too much. You must enter the trial immediately, or you will incur the restrictions I set.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuan felt the world spinning, as if he had entered a vast vortex of time and space.

He didn’t know how long it would last before everything around him returned to calm.

He found himself lying on a bed. He pulled back the covers and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw he was no longer the skeleton he had been in.

While consciousness seemed to remain in his skeleton form, who could ever get used to that kind of body?

At that moment, an overwhelming sense of weakness washed over him, and he nearly fell to the ground.

He realized that his cultivation had vanished. Although his Qi and Blood were still abundant for his age, it was far weaker than his usual state.

Even more distressing was the disappearance of the divine consciousness that once encompassed the vastness of space. Now he could only see with his eyes and hear with his ears, feeling blind and deaf.

He tried to unleash his various abilities, but found none of his usual powerful abilities worked.

He even tried to call out to Mi Li, but alas, there was no response.

Being a mortal feels so powerless…

The only thing to be thankful for is that Yanhua is now mortal too. She’s clearly lost more than I have.

His mood brightened at this thought.

He took a look in the nearby bronze mirror, and seeing that his appearance hadn’t changed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He then surveyed the room. The furniture and bedding were neatly arranged. While not exquisite, they were all kept clean, suggesting a relatively well-off family in this world.

Wait, the bronze mirror? Then, looking at the other furnishings in the room, the style felt like something out of a costume drama.

Ancient China? No wonder the God of Death said this trial world had some connection to him.

He could even read my memories. What’s the difference between him and running n*ked before a true god?

He thought of the person the other person had mentioned before, renowned for his ruthlessness and impartiality, and also the King of Hell. His identity wasn’t hard to guess.

Bao Zheng of the Song Dynasty was known for his impartiality and integrity, earning him the name “Bao Qingtian” (Bao Qingtian). Legend has it that he judged cases in the mortal realm

by day and judged souls in the underworld by night. Even after his death, he was believed to have ascended to the throne of Yama, suggesting that even the underworld possessed such an impartial judge.

Could this be the Song Dynasty?

Wait, this secret realm had previously experienced the Xia, Shang, Qin, and Tang dynasties. If this was the Song, wouldn’t it be another unknowable place?

But this was the trial site for the inheritance of the God of Death. That couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it?

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. “Third Young Master, are you awake? The Master and his wife want you in. They say they have something important to discuss.”

Zuan was startled. Third Young Master?

Who am I? I can’t be the Sword God Xie Xiaofeng, right?

No, the dynasty doesn’t match.

He opened the door, and the servant at the door couldn’t help but brighten up: “The third young master is in good health. He was injured so badly before, but he is full of energy so soon.”

“Was I injured before…” Zuan suppressed his doubts in his heart. He wanted to ask the other party where this place was, or even who his parents were, but he was afraid of revealing his flaws, so he decided to go and see the situation first.

Soon he came to a remote room. As soon as he entered the door, a beautiful middle-aged woman came up and took his hand, with a worried look on her face: “Po Lu, how is your injury?”

Zuan: “???”