The graceful figure had vanished, replaced by streams of blood-red data.
Zuan hurriedly suppressed the terrifying pressure and praised, "Although I only caught a glimpse of a blurry outline just now, I was already shocked by the vastness and divine power of memory. It seems that becoming a messenger of memory is truly a great blessing and good fortune for me."
“You’ve got a way with words,” the data streams gradually returned to their normal green, and the terrifying pressure around them gradually weakened. “Don’t ever try to look directly at a true god again, or it will only bring you destruction.”
"I will follow your teachings." Zu An thought to himself that he looked like he was carrying a box of Zhongcheng oranges on his head.
"Oh, right, there's something else I need you to look into for me," Meng's voice rang out again.
"I would go through fire and water to serve you." Even Zuan himself felt a little cheesy, but when facing a true god, it wasn't shameful.
“I sense the aura of the God of Death here. See if you can find any relevant information. After all, the God of Death has fallen, and a lot of specific information has not been recorded. This is really against the way of memory.” Meng’s voice was full of dissatisfaction, as if he felt that those believers in memory were simply useless for not recording such an important event.
A thought struck Zu'an, and he seized the opportunity to ask, "I've heard that the God of Death was killed by the God of Annihilation. Is that really true?"
“It’s not that simple…” Meng suddenly stopped. “These are not things you should be concerned about. Secrets will only put you in more danger.”
"yes."
"Alright, go ahead, remember your mission."
As soon as he finished speaking, the scenery around him changed, and Zuan found himself standing at the bow of the ship again.
When the sea breeze blew, he realized that his back was completely soaked.
Alas, no wonder everyone says not to casually mention the true God, otherwise it is easy to be destroyed.
Luckily, I reacted quickly enough, otherwise I wouldn't even know how I died this time.
Although it was a close call, it was also a blessing in disguise, as he gained those two amazing abilities.
Now I'm practically a dual messenger of chaos and mystery, as well as memory. I wonder if Mimi will skin me alive once she finds out...
Wait a minute, I just heard Meng call Mili a slut. Could Mili be a woman?
I just used the Eye of Truth to catch a glimpse of Meng, and although it was only a fleeting glance, she seemed to be a woman.
Does the true God really have no gender?
However, he quickly snapped out of his suicidal thoughts. He really didn't learn his lesson. He had just attracted trouble because of his loose tongue. If he continued to think about random things and attract something terrible, he probably wouldn't be so lucky.
Was that just a glimpse from the god of memory?
"That's the feeling of memory."
"It seems that my grandfather is indeed a believer in memory."
"Of all the believers in the myriad realms who possess memories, how many have received the glimpse of a true god? My ancestor brother truly has a bright future; he may very well have the opportunity to become a messenger of memories in the future."
...
The attitude of those around him changed quickly, from indifference at the beginning to enthusiasm now.
Zu An thought to himself, "I am now the messenger of memories."
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 word got back to Mili, he would be doomed.
He looked up and scanned the surroundings, then suddenly his expression froze.
"Brother Zu, you just had a way to rescue Sister Yani, but do you have a way to deal with that Alati? Sister Tingxue has scattered that bone dragon several times, but unfortunately she still can't kill it." Isabella looked worried.
Having just sensed the power of the God of Memory, Alati dared not act rashly. However, he soon discovered that the God of Memory had not descended and that his aura had quickly disappeared. He immediately straightened up again.
If he were still of sound mind, he would probably have already evacuated under these circumstances. But now he is driven only by instinct, so he is determined to fight to the death with those who have hurt him.
Just like Yani before, Tingxue could defeat him, but she couldn't kill him.
Even if you smash his bones to pieces, he can still recover. It's unclear whether it's due to the aura of death or because he was once a messenger of death.
"I'll give it a try." Zuan flew into the air, gazing at the ferocious bone dragon.
He activated the Primordial Chaos Scripture with all his might, uttering incantations: "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, what should not be kept should not be kept."
As he spoke, the bone dragon, which had been roaring and raging, suddenly quieted down, listening intently to everything, its twisted expression becoming much more serene.
A gentle breeze suddenly appeared in the air, and as it passed, the dense gray-white aura on the bone dragon gradually faded.
Soon, a phantom image of a middle-aged man appeared on the head of the bone dragon. He looked fierce and menacing, and was clearly a great figure in the past.
"Thank you, young man. After all these years, I am finally free." The illusory figure cupped his hands in thanks to Zu An.
"Are you Alati, the Death Messenger from back then?" Zaun asked curiously.
"It's been so many years since I last heard this name. I never thought anyone in this world would still remember me." The illusory figure sighed deeply, as if sensing the passage of time.
"Why did you become like that just now?" Zuan took the opportunity to gather more information.
"This is a curse placed on me by some being from back then." The male phantom seemed to recall something from the past, a hint of anger and lingering fear flashing in his eyes. "You don't need to ask who it was; knowing will only bring you misfortune."
As he spoke, he suddenly handed over a token: "I have been waiting for a destined person for me for countless years. I had already given up hope, but I never expected that I would finally meet you today."
"What is this?" Zuan noticed that the token was neither gold nor jade, and it had a faint white glow on it. Moreover, the shape of the token was somewhat peculiar, resembling a gear without many teeth.
"A key."
"Where is the key?"
"Many things cannot be said. You will know them naturally when you experience them yourself."
Zuan was about to curse, "Another riddle teller."
However, thinking about what I had just experienced, I immediately felt relieved. I wondered if these true gods and some powerful beings had keyword monitoring. Once I mentioned anything related to them, it was easy to attract their attention.
If that situation were to happen again, Zaun has no confidence he could survive.
After handing the token to Zu'an, the man's illusory figure closed his eyes: "It's all finally over..."
As Zuan was about to ask more questions, the phantom in front of him began to disappear with the wind. At the same time, the bone dragon that Yani and Tingxue had been unable to kill no matter how they attacked seemed to have weathered away. With a gust of wind, it turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.
When he returned to the ship, everyone gathered around him, and Yani couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did he just give you something?"
“A key,” Zuan said directly, without hiding anything.
He had no idea where the key was from, so he might as well brainstorm and see if he could trigger some related intelligence.
Upon hearing this, everyone present seemed thoughtful, their expressions varying.
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