Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2804

Chapter 1317 Ultimate Comeback

Perhaps several people would die before the trial could be completed.

But similarly, it was possible that he would simply close his eyes and die, with no completion, only failure and total annihilation.

Thinking of this possibility, Zu An’s unease intensified.

No, he had to remember what he’d overlooked, otherwise, decades of painstaking planning would likely end in death.

His mind began to flash back to the encounter with the remnant soul of the God of Death, and the various details after entering the trial.

Countless trial participants had failed over the years; he certainly didn’t consider himself smarter than those powerful beings from all the heavens.

Even if he was familiar with the background of this world, was his solution truly correct?

What were the other true gods’ backup plans?

Countless fragments flashed through his mind, finally settling on the battle against the Mongolian True Gold Prince and his group on the back mountain of Chongyang Palace.

He finally realized what was wrong.

The timeline was off!

The Hundred-Loss Daoist and the Vajra Sect Master from that battle were one thing, but how could that Red Sun Dharma King appear in this world?

Even if he wasn’t a character from Jin Yong’s novels, the timing didn’t match.

His appearance suggests the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, so how could he have been recruited by the True Gold Prince of the early Yuan?

And the white-haired man playing the flute and the flirtatious woman—unsurprisingly, they are the White-Haired and Red-Faced Demons, also figures from the late Yuan and early Ming periods.

Their presence here proves that this is a chaotic world with a chaotic timeline.

His solution had been based on a normal timeline, which, without the intervention of other true gods, should have been the correct answer.

But with the involvement of other true gods, failure is not surprising.

This chaotic world is clearly the work of that being—the God of Chaos and Mystery!

Those true gods did not want to die to inherit their legacy, so they left hidden mechanisms in this world.

The God of Chaos and Mystery made the entire world chaotic, and did so very secretly; if he hadn’t known the background of this world, he probably wouldn’t have realized it. The God of Annihilation’s

scheme must be directed at the Mongols, because the Mongols, who burned, killed, looted, and destroyed civilizations everywhere, perfectly fit His ideals.

With His divine power, the Mongols would be unprecedentedly powerful in a few decades, and could never be overthrown like Zhang Wuji and Zhu Yuanzhang in “The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.”

As for the other true gods, it’s unknown which ones were involved…

Unfortunately, realizing this was too late; he was nearing the end of his life. What could he do?

Zu An’s eyes, which had been somewhat clouded by age, suddenly cleared. No, it wasn’t too late.

He had a special identity: he was the messenger of the God of Chaos and Mystery, and also the messenger of the God of Memory.

Since their power existed in this world, he should naturally be able to use some of it.

As if having grasped this, a mysterious power suddenly surged into his body, temporarily delaying his death.

With a thought, a Spring and Autumn Annals pen and a book of history appeared in his hand.

Since this was a chaotic world, then let this world become even more chaotic.

Driven by divine will, the Spring and Autumn Pen began to scribble wildly across the annals of history:

“This is a world of temporal and spatial distortion, where the Mongols, Jin, Qing, Liao, Western Xia, Southern Song, Dali, Tibet, Galdan, Qusiluo, Hui, Persian Ming Cult, Goryeo, and Fusang… rise together.”

“Primarily a world fused from fourteen of Jin Yong’s novels…”

“Pain! Unbearable pain! Song Qingshu gradually awoke from his coma, feeling as if every bone in his body was shattered…” “

Ultimately, Song Qingshu led all forces to defeat the Mongols and rebuild a new nation…”

“What should we name it? The ladies’… um, no, let’s call it ‘The Master of Stealing Fragrance.'”

The world of this book is even more chaotic than this one, dedicated to the great god of chaos and mystery.

Recording all that has happened, dedicated to the god of memory.

Those who read this book are easily aroused by desire, dedicated to the great god of desire.

Readers of this book will increase their reproductive drive and actively create offspring, dedicated to the great god of procreation.

The various broken and disordered rules of this book’s world eventually reformed into order, and this is dedicated to the great God of Order.

The demise of countless nations in the book is dedicated to the great God of Annihilation.

The beauty of countless women in the book is dedicated to the great God of Love and Beauty.

The emperors’ pursuit of immortality in the book is dedicated to the great God of Longevity.

The schemes and plans of the various characters in the book are dedicated to the great God of Wisdom.

The protagonist’s efforts and success in protecting his beloved and the land are dedicated to the great God of Protection.

Finally, the countless deaths in the chaotic wars of the book are dedicated to the great God of Death!

…

Zu’an didn’t know which true gods were involved in this scheme against the God of Death, so he simply dedicated them all, except for the God of Chaos.

From previous intelligence and Tingxue’s testimony, the God of Chaos was indifferent to everything and certainly wouldn’t participate in dealing with the God of Death.

Of course, even if he wanted to dedicate something, he couldn’t find anything that would interest the God of Chaos.

After doing all this, it seemed as if several divine lights from heaven and earth surged into his body.

Then everything before him began to shatter, the entire world collapsing into a single white dot.

Zaun then found himself in a completely white world, his aged appearance restored to his youth, along with his supernatural abilities.

The long, white bone staircase reappeared before him.

“Come up!”

A divine voice echoed through the heavens and earth.

Zaun climbed the stairs step by step, quickly reaching the top, where he saw the familiar pair of giant red eyes.

“You truly are destined for death. I never imagined those guys would set up such a trap in the trial. No wonder no one has ever passed it in countless years.” The giant red eye’s tone was a mixture of resentment and satisfaction. “You are very good, truly a born god of death. Are you willing to accept the authority of death?”

Zaun, however, showed little joy. Instead, he asked, “What about my companions?”

“They failed the trial of death; naturally, they are dead.”

Zuan’s expression changed: “No, they clearly played a very important role in this trial. Without their assistance, I wouldn’t have been able to pass it. According to the rules you set, they should also be qualified to inherit the authority of death.”

The giant red eye coldly said, “Only one person can inherit the authority of a true god.”

“Do you really think I can smoothly inherit the authority of death?”

“What do you mean?”

“Since the True Gods made those arrangements during the trial, they clearly didn’t want to see death reappear. Although I just managed to temporarily resolve the matter by a clever trick, it has likely attracted their attention. It’s not surprising that our current conversation is probably being observed by some beings.”

The red giant eye

remained silent for a long time before speaking in a somewhat desolate tone: “I have lost most of my power, so I can’t really determine their existence. However, what you said makes a lot of sense.”

Zuan then said, “Giving the power of death to one person is like a child carrying gold into a bustling market; it will only bring death again. Instead, it would be better to divide the power into several parts and reward all those who contributed to passing this trial. Not only does this conform to the rules set forth in the original trial, but my companions are all followers of other True Gods. Letting them each hold a portion of the power ensures that death won’t reappear, and the power will be under their surveillance. This seems acceptable.”

The red giant eye remained silent for a long time: “But in this way, the power of death may never be able to reunite, and a new God of Death may appear.”

“At least you still have that hope, don’t you?” Zuan smiled. “Otherwise, would you still have the ability to fight against other true gods and protect me?”