"Greetings, Great God of Memory!" Zaun was already quite familiar with the routine.
Countless data streams flickered in the space, as if scrutinizing Zuan: "Why didn't you answer that you preferred Misty just now?"
Zuan broke out in a cold sweat instantly; he had indeed been eavesdropping.
He hurriedly said, "Although I am the messenger of the great god of chaos and mystery, I am also the messenger of the great god of memory. How could I possibly favor one over the other?"
"Oh, then why don't you like me a little more?"
Zaun Waterfall Sweat, these two true gods are really...
He composed himself: "The great true God is supreme. It is only you who like or dislike me. How can we judge and choose the true God?"
“Mi Li is right, you are indeed cunning.” The data streams flickered. “Now that you are a dual divine messenger and have the power of half of death, you can no longer be considered an ordinary ant.”
Zaun asked cautiously, "True God, please rest assured, I have no intention of resurrecting the dead, so I have voluntarily dispersed my authority."
What a joke! He died because he angered everyone and was killed by all the true gods. Who does he think he is now?
“You don’t need to be nervous. Since you can now retain half of the power of death, it is naturally the result of our tacit approval,” said the God of Memory.
Zuan breathed a sigh of relief: "It must be the result of your great 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 your recording of so many important events this time." The God of Memory seemed to be in a rather good mood.
Zuan then asked, "I wonder how I should deal with this power of death in the future, it seems there's no difference."
"Having the authority of a demigod grants one a higher rank. There are countless civilizations in the myriad realms, and each civilization has a vast array of distinctions regarding strength levels. However, most of these distinctions are merely quantitative, ranging from 1 to 999, without any fundamental difference. But rank can create a difference from 0 to 1."
“Once you reach a higher rank, even if those cultivators of lower ranks are very strong, it will be difficult for them to truly harm you. And you possess the highest rank in all the heavens and myriad realms; even if you only have half of it, it will be enough to benefit you immeasurably,” the God of Memory patiently explained.
"Thank you for your guidance, true god!" Zuan once held power in the cultivation world and became the god of that world. In fact, he had a vague understanding and guess about power and laws. There are many realms in the cultivation world, from the first to the ninth rank, above which are Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Earth Immortal, and Grandmaster. Each major realm is further divided into many minor realms. In fact, from a higher perspective, there is no essential difference between these realms.
A high level of status likely involves manipulating, modifying, or even creating rules and laws. No matter how powerful you are in the ordinary realm, you still need to rely on various forces of heaven and earth and abide by the physical laws of each world. However, in the eyes of higher-level beings, they can arbitrarily modify some laws and render your skills useless.
At this moment, the data streams changed, and then a small booklet floated down from the sky into Zuan'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 pass this world, and I intercepted that secret manual."
“I’ve taken a look, and this secret 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 that is meaningless. I’ll give this secret manual to you.”
Zuan didn't dare to take it: "Since it's something left behind by the God of Death, I'm afraid it's best if I don't look at it."
The data stream in the space flickered for a moment: "You don't need to be afraid. Back then, it was mainly because of the destruction that we were dealing with the God of Death. We had just become gods and were still afraid of death, so we tacitly approved of and even helped the destruction. 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 this path, I wouldn't have given you this."
Zuan quickly understood. Although they were no longer afraid of death, they obviously did not want another God of Death to emerge. If it were someone else, they would certainly not allow him to pass the trial, much less pass on the inheritance of the God of Death to him. Speaking of which, he should be grateful for his strange encounter, as he had become a messenger of both the Memory and Chaos Mystic paths at the same time.
Several other individuals of high regard participated in the trial, and those true gods made an exception for them.
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. When the Southern Song Dynasty was completely destroyed, Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang refused to be recruited by the Mongol Yuan Dynasty and wrote this Song of Righteousness."
"Although he is just a mortal, his Song of Righteousness has resonated with heaven and earth. Not to mention the God of Death, even I admire it very much. It has been endowed with divine power by a true god. Now, this Song of Righteousness is no ordinary work, and it is just right for you."
"Suitable for me?" Zuan asked, somewhat puzzled.
"I can sense that you possess a skill similar to the power of words, but unfortunately, the cost is too high, and you cannot use it normally. This 'Ode to Righteousness' can help you cultivate righteous energy. In addition, since you already possess half of the power of death, you will be able to use righteous energy to offset the negative costs of those skills in the future."
Zuan was overjoyed: "Thank you so much for this great gift from the God of Memory!"
He really wanted to kowtow to it; this thing was just too useful.
"Alright, from now on, record more important events like this time..."
Hearing that the other party seemed to be leaving, Zu'an hurriedly asked, "Great God of Memory, how can I travel through time and space to see my lost loved ones?"
He originally came to the Land of Dreams to find a solution, but now the Land of Dreams is gone. He was worried and had no clue what to do when he suddenly 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 you're lovers."
Zuan: "..."
They all forgot that the other person could know what they were thinking.
Why didn't you ask that guy, Mi Li, just now?
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 about all the things that exist in the myriad worlds."
"Flattery won't work, I know that, but I'll answer whatever you want to ask: who is the real god?"
Zaun broke out in a cold sweat instantly: "Great God of Memory, please forgive my abruptness."
"When you find something good to present to 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 Zaun returned to the forbidden ley lines.
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