Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2806

Chapter 1319: A New Secret Manual

“Greetings, Great God of Memory!” Zaun was already quite familiar with the process.

Countless data streams flickered in the space, as if scrutinizing Zaun: “Why didn’t you answer that you preferred Misty just now?”

Zaun broke out in a cold sweat instantly; they had indeed been eavesdropping.

He hurriedly said, “Although I am the messenger of the Great God of Chaos and Mysticism, I am also the messenger of the Great God of Memory. How could I favor one over the other?”

“Oh, then why don’t you like me a little more?”

Zaun was sweating profusely. These two true gods were truly…

He composed himself: “Great true gods are supreme. It is only you who like or dislike me. How can we, the ones who judge and choose true gods?”

“Misty is right. You are indeed cunning.” The data streams flickered again. “Now that you are a dual messenger and have half the power of death, you can no longer be considered an ordinary ant.”

Zaun cautiously asked, “True gods, please rest assured, I have no intention of resurrecting Death, so I voluntarily dispersed my power.”

What a joke! Death had incurred the wrath of the masses and was killed by the combined forces of the true gods. Who was he now?

“You don’t need to be nervous. Since you can now retain half of the power of death, it’s naturally the result of our tacit approval,” said the God of Memory.

Zu’an breathed a sigh of relief: “It must be the result of your strong protection. I haven’t even had a chance to thank you for saving me from the God of Annihilation.”

“You are my believer, so naturally I will protect you. Moreover, I am very satisfied with the many important events you recorded this time,” the God of Memory seemed quite pleased.

Zu’an then asked, “I wonder how I should deal with this

power of death in the future. It seems there’s no difference.” “Having the power of a demigod grants a higher status. There are countless civilizations in the myriad realms, and the divisions of strength and realm within each civilization are vast and numerous. However, most are merely quantitative differences, ranging from 1 to 999, without any essential difference. Status, on the other hand, can create a difference from 0 to 1.”

“Once you have a higher status, even if those cultivators of lower status are very strong, it will be difficult for them to truly harm you. And you possess the highest status in the myriad realms; even half of it is enough to benefit you immeasurably,” the God of Memory patiently explained.

“Thank you for your guidance, True God!” Zu An, who once held power in the cultivation world and became its god, had a vague understanding and speculation about power and laws. The cultivation world had many realms, from one to nine, with Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, and Earth Immortal above them. Each major realm was further divided into many minor realms. However, from a higher perspective, these realms were not fundamentally different.

Rank likely involved manipulating, modifying, or even creating rules and laws. No matter how powerful you were in an ordinary realm, you still had to rely on various forces of heaven and earth and abide by the physical laws of each world. But in the eyes of higher-level beings, they could arbitrarily modify some laws, rendering your skills useless.

At this moment, the data streams shifted, and then a small booklet floated down from the sky into Zu’an’s hands. Meng’s voice rang out again: “This trial world was created by the God of Death before his fall. He even left a secret manual for those who successfully passed the trial. Of course, it was originally impossible for anyone to successfully complete this world, and I intercepted that manual.”

“I took a look, and this manual is completely different from the God of Death’s methods. I suppose he had some kind of plan. But now that he has completely fallen, all of this is meaningless. This manual is yours.”

Zu’an didn’t dare to take it: “Since it’s something left behind by the God of Death, I’m afraid it’s best not to read it.”

The data streams in the space flickered for a while: “You don’t need to be afraid. Back then, it was mainly the Annihilation who was dealing with the God of Death. We had just become gods and still had a fear of death, so we tacitly approved of and even helped the Annihilation. Now we are far from when we first became gods, and death can no longer affect us.”

“Of course, if you weren’t also one of us on the path, I wouldn’t have given you this.”

Zu’an quickly understood. Although they were no longer afraid of death, they clearly didn’t want another God of Death to emerge. If it were anyone else, they certainly wouldn’t have allowed him to pass the trial, much less pass on the inheritance of the God of Death to him. Speaking of which, he had to be grateful for his extraordinary encounter, becoming a divine messenger for both the Memory and Chaotic Mystic paths simultaneously.

Several other people valued by the other paths were also participating in the trial, which is why those True Gods made an exception for him.

Zu’an took the secret manual and was taken aback when he saw the three words written on it—”Ode to Righteousness.”

“That’s right, it’s the one you’re thinking of. After the complete fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang refused the Mongol Yuan’s offer of recruitment and wrote this Ode to Righteousness.” “

Although he was just a mortal, this Ode to Righteousness has resonated with heaven and earth. Not to mention the God of Death, even I admire it greatly. With the divine power bestowed upon him by a True God, this Ode to Righteousness is no longer an ordinary item, and it’s just right for you.”

“Right for me?” Zu’an was somewhat puzzled.

“I can sense a skill within you that’s like your words becoming law, but unfortunately, the cost is too high, and you can’t use it normally. This ‘Ode to Righteousness’ will allow you to cultivate righteous energy, and since you already possess half the power of death, you can use righteous energy to offset the negative costs of those skills in the future.”

Zu’an was overjoyed: “Thank you so much, great God of Memory, for your generous gift!”

He really wished he could kowtow to you; this thing was just too useful.

“Alright, in the future, record more important events like this time…”

Hearing that the other party seemed to be leaving, Zu’an hurriedly asked: “Great God of Memory, may I ask how I can travel through time and space to see my lost loved ones?” He

originally came to the Dreamland to find a solution, but now the Dreamland is gone, and he was worried about having no clue what to do. Suddenly, he realized that the best person to ask for help was right in front of him.

The data streams that were about to leave suddenly stopped: “Who do you want to see?”

“An old friend.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover.”

Zu’an: “…”

He had forgotten that the other party could know what he was thinking.

“Why didn’t you ask that guy, Misty?”

Zuan dared not speak ill of him behind his back, so he could only say, “Because you are the great God of Memory, you must know all the things that exist in the myriad realms.”

“Flattery won’t work, I do know, but I’ll answer whatever you want to ask. Who is the true god?”

Zuan broke out in a cold sweat instantly: “Great God of Memory, please forgive my abruptness.”

“When you find something good to offer me next time, I’ll tell you how to see the person you want to see.” As soon as he finished speaking, the data streams disappeared, and Zuan returned to the forbidden ley lines.