"Gatekeeper?" Zuan was taken aback. Wasn't Yan Hua sealed here? How did she become a gatekeeper?
"She's just another pitiful person," the God of Death said calmly, though she spoke of pitifulness. "She sought revenge by siding with a true god, which led to her body becoming demonized. In the end, she could only stay here to guard me. But she has to stay here for so many years. Isn't she a prisoner herself?"
Zuan was shocked to hear this, never expecting that Yan Hua would have such an identity.
And which true god did the fireworks finally pledge allegiance to?
"Excuse my bluntness, but although she is powerful, she is probably not capable enough to guard a true god, is she?"
"Because I am already dead," the Goddess of Death said as if it were something that had nothing to do with her. "Now only a wisp of consciousness remains, and she is merely watching over it to prevent this wisp of consciousness from leaving this place."
Looking at the two eyes that stretched across the sky, Zuan thought to himself that the true god was indeed the true god. Even with only a wisp of consciousness left, he still possessed such power. He himself had become so skinny just by getting close to him.
"I wonder which true god she sided with, which caused such a change in her body?" He couldn't help but feel curious about the fireworks.
"Knowing all this is too dangerous for you right now. The closer you get, the easier it is to become like her." The God of Death did not answer, but instead gave a warning.
Zuan felt a chill run down his spine. The other party had revealed too much before, making him almost forget that the secrets of this world were dangerous.
"I wonder why Your Excellency summoned me here?" He couldn't stay here as a skeleton forever; he had to find a way to leave first.
"You and I are destined to be together. You are the most likely person in the past millions of years to inherit the will of death. Are you willing?" The huge, narrow red eyes stared at him.
Zuan suddenly felt a strange pressure and asked cautiously, "What will happen if I say I don't want to?"
"You will become one of them." The red eyes in the sky looked at the long staircase of white bones.
Zuan: "..."
He immediately changed his tune, saying, "Then I am naturally willing to listen to the teachings of the great god of death."
What a joke! Although the God of Death was besieged and killed by the gods, inheriting his will would offend the gods and might even bring about their destruction in the future.
But if something goes wrong, that's a future possibility. If we don't agree now, we'll die immediately. Any normal person knows what to choose.
"You are indeed destined for death. I will now begin a trial for you. Once you pass it, you will receive my inheritance and inherit the Way of Death," said the red-eyed figure in the sky.
Zuan was a little confused: "Huh, there's another trial? Can't you just teach me directly?"
“Of course not,” Sky Red Eyes said solemnly. “These are the rules I set before I died, and even I cannot change them.”
"Moreover, the inheritance of the path of death is not something that can be passed down privately. You must pass trials to gain the approval of death itself."
"What if you don't pass the trial?" Zuan asked, frowning.
“Then I will become one of them.” The God of Death looked once more at the long, white bone ladder.
Zuan: "???"
Are you kidding me? If you don't accept the trial, you'll become a stairway to the skeletons. If you accept the trial, there's still a high chance you'll become a stairway to the skeletons.
“Among those skeletons, almost every one of them is a great figure in their own world. Everyone wants to inherit their legacy, but in the end, they all perish. You must be careful and not let me down.” The God of Death’s tone seemed quite concerned.
Looking at the endless staircase of white bones, Zuan was extremely surprised: "So many people have come to undergo your trial?"
Wasn't this place supposed to be sealed off? Why are so many people still able to come here?
"Although I am dead, death remains. All those who yearn for the path of death, no matter which world they are in, will be sensed by death and brought here." The God of Death suddenly snorted. "Of course, there are also those with ulterior motives among them, and even spies sent by other true gods, who attempt to usurp my authority over death and ultimately be used by them. But none of that matters anymore; they have all become part of those ladders."
"Hmm, why are you guarding your mind and emptying your thoughts? Is there something you're hiding from me?"
As the God of Death spoke, he suddenly looked at Zaun suspiciously, his eyes becoming wary.
“You are a true god, what could I possibly hide from you?” Zaun said quickly. “If you really think highly of me, why not give me a hint? Or some kind of help?”
"Of course not." The God of Death refused decisively.
Zuan pointed to the endless skull staircase and said, "Look, so many people have failed. It must have been a long time, and they still haven't found a suitable candidate. According to you, they are all top experts in their respective worlds. I suppose their strength and wisdom are definitely no less than mine. So many people have failed. No matter how self-important I am, I dare not say that I am confident that I can pass."
The God of Death impatiently interrupted, "What exactly are you trying to say? This is a test of death itself. Receiving the inheritance of the God of Death may very well lead to becoming a new true god in the future. Becoming a god is a matter of one success built on the bones of countless others."
"What I'm trying to say is that this trial might be impossible to pass at all. After all, so many people have already tried it. If there were a solution, they would have found it long ago."
"Impossible. There is definitely a way to get through it, but those people are destined to die and can only return to death."
When did you set up this trial?
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, before or after you were ambushed by those other true gods?"
A long silence followed, and even though the other party was just a remnant soul, a certain possibility came to mind.
Zuan seized the opportunity and said, "Since those few people who were unwilling to die and survive chose to join forces against you, how could anyone possibly succeed in receiving your inheritance?"
"You mean they'll tamper with this trial?"
“I don’t know the true gods well. You are their companions, so you should know their nature best.” Zuan dared not speak ill of the true gods behind their backs. He would let the God of Death say what he wanted to say.
The two long, narrow red eyes in the sky, which had remained calm since their appearance, suddenly flared violently: "Damn it, this really seems like something they would do! ￥%#@*&..."
Then came another string of angry words, which even though Zuan had inherited Baldy Ai Piaorou's lifelong knowledge of the languages of all realms, he still couldn't understand much of it.
However, at this moment, you don't even need to understand it to know that it definitely contains a very high level of "mother" content.
After cursing for a long time, the God of Death finally calmed down: "Due to the rules I set back then, there is only so much I can tell you."
"You're not the only one who's entered the trial this time; your three companions from earlier have also entered."
Zuan: "..."
"That firework is far more powerful than mine. She went inside too. How could I possibly beat her?"
"You don't need to worry about that. We took this situation into consideration. That world will ban all supernatural abilities, so you won't have to be afraid of her anymore."
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