Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 147: Seeking the Power of God
He Songling had a very strange expression when he said this, just like Liu, the head of the Natural Gate who escaped from the Twenty-Four Section Valley in the original novel.

Fanaticism, restlessness, horror, and disbelief.

Seeing He Songling's condition, Zhang Zhiwei frowned. He took out two talismans of Xuanyun Mantra and Jingtiandi Mantra and wanted to slap them on He Songling to wake him up.

"Don't move."

But He Songling is not a loser like the head of the Natural Sect. Even if he is not good at cultivation, his innate soul can calm his mind. What is the concept of innate soul? It is "immortal" in itself. Even if he reads Fenghoutu as a comic book, and there is Gu Jiting next to him watching him with Daluodongguan, he will not lose sanity.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Even though He Songling tried to stop him, Zhang Zhiwei still looked at him warily. Often, people's words and actions are not in accordance with their hearts. Especially since He Songling's behavior was contaminated by strange forces, Zhang Zhiwei could hardly rest assured.

"Nonsense, who am I? Besides, this thing is incomplete." He Songling raised the Death Wand and said, "It's only one third, which only accounts for the fighting part. Will I let this kind of power lose myself?"

Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and realized that it was no wonder that He Songling looked down on the fighting methods of aliens. Could anyone be more powerful than a cannon?
But he still had a question: "Then how do you know this thing is a fairy trace?"

At present, there are two and a half known "immortal traces" in the world of Under One Person, or channels that touch "innateness" and "immortality". The first is the Tianshi Degree of their Tianshi Mansion, which contains the secret of becoming an immortal; the second is the Twenty-Four Section Valley left by Zhang Boduan.

In the end, the divine spirit without roots could barely be considered half a god because of its ability to return any Qi training method to its original innate state.

It's not that Zhang Zhiwei looked down on He Songling. His Sanyi Sect had no method to become an immortal, and didn't even have any brilliant predecessors. From this point of view, the Sanyi Sect was not even as good as the Wuhou Sect.

After all, the Wuhou faction also had an ancestor, Zhuge Liang, who had already stepped one foot into the door of becoming an immortal but withdrew for the sake of the people of the world. The status of Sanyi Patriarch Lin Zhaoen in the Xuanmen cultivation world is not even as high as that of the Taoist Emperor in the era when he was born.

It was generally acknowledged before that, a hundred years later, the most famous master of Xuanxiu in the history of Sanyi Sect might be Zuo Ruotong. Of course, there are many voices now who believe that Zuo Ruotong may not be as noisy as He Songling.

But no matter what, Master Lin of the Trinity Sect didn't have much of a reputation.

So even though the two of them might be pretty close in their battle of magic now, when He Songling talked to him about the future and becoming an immortal, Zhang Zhiwei felt like laughing.

You don't even know what a god is, how do you know that this thing can make you immortal?

"Why don't you try inhaling this stuff?" He Songling didn't know how to explain to Zhang Zhiwei. He couldn't just say that he had read Harry Potter. They had to find Taber to verify that collecting the Deathly Hallows could summon the God of Death and let Taber tell them.

So He Songling could only hold the magic wand in his hand, forcing out a wisp of black air and moving it under Zhang Zhiwei's nose.

"You get out!"

As soon as the black air approached, Zhang Zhiwei felt uncomfortable all over, and a foul smell attacked his nose. He immediately activated the Golden Light Curse and slapped the black air away. This also made him more certain that He Songling was fooled by this thing. This kind of stinky Qi, can it be a fairy?

"Yes, this does involve the secret of becoming an immortal, if I have understood the Chinese term correctly." Half a day later, in the tutor's office at Flamel College, Taber slapped Zhang Zhiwei in the face.

"I don't think you're kidding me. The aliens in Europe don't pursue or end their spiritual path in evil, right?"

Zhang Zhiwei was not the kind of person who would not admit his mistakes, but the stench of death from half a day ago seemed to still linger in his nostrils. He could not figure out what kind of god could be like this.

"Of course, of course, Zhang." Taber assured Zhang Zhiwei, "European magic is not an evil thing, it's just that this god is in charge of death. Maybe you don't like his breath very much, but I can assure you that he absolutely treats death fairly.

Although the god of death has some evil tastes in the legend, firstly, he abides by the rules, and secondly, he will not arbitrarily deprive people of their lives because of his personal preferences or thoughts. "

"I understand. Heaven and earth are not benevolent and treat all things as straw dogs." Zhang Zhiwei nodded. There is also this sentence in the ancient Eastern philosophical texts, which believes that gods treat everything fairly and without favoritism. Therefore, he reluctantly accepted this setting.

"Then, I guess you are willing to tell us the secret of the god of death, Brother Taber." He Songling asked. Since Taber was willing to mention the god of death, it means that he is not opposed to telling this secret to others.

"There is nothing to hide, because this matter is actually known to everyone here. It is an ancient legend and has long been written into our children's poetry story collection."

Taber put a children's book on the table. He Songling took it and took a look. Sure enough, the content of the book was very similar to the one mentioned in "Harry Potter", the story of three brothers and the god of death.

"Anyone who possesses the three Deathly Hallows will become the master of the god of death." Zhang Zhiwei's current English level is not a problem for daily listening, speaking, reading and writing. He looked at the page in He Songling's hand and read out the contents of the book. "It really can make you an immortal."

Whether it is a wizard or an alien, whether it is practicing magic or refining qi, they are essentially the same thing, using the same energy. Zhang Zhiwei would not think that there is any difference between Western gods and Eastern gods, nor would he think that one side is higher and the other is lower.
Since Taber and He Songling were both so sure, he could only admit that this thing was indeed the secret to becoming an immortal.

"Yes, I met the Dark Lord in my early years. We believed and discovered some of the truth of this legend. Both of us worked hard to control the power of God in our early years."

Taber said with a look of reminiscence on his face: "However, apart from the fact that the Dark Lord used some... not so glorious means to obtain the Death Wand, we have no clue about the other two.

And this wand of death has almost infinite magic. It can enhance your magic to an unimaginable degree. At the same time, you seem to have infinite magic power and can even summon some of the energy of the god of death. For the Dark Lord, he obviously thinks this is enough. "

"The curse of power. Strong power can make people lose themselves in it." He Songling nodded and said indifferently: "Then is there a family in your wizarding world that sells hair growth water?"

(End of this chapter)