Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 154: The Third Level, the Sky-High
"There's no difference. Is this what it means to be an immortal?"

Zhang Zhiwei had been touching He Songling all over, looking left and right, poking him left and right for more than an hour, but he couldn't tell what He Songling had gained from his retreat during these days.

"Old He, tell me the truth. You don't want to be fooled. It's okay. If you are fooled, then it's fine. How can a person never make mistakes in his life? Tell me the truth. I won't laugh at you. Haha... hehehe..."

"The fact that I can resist beating you now is already my biggest achievement." He Songling opened his eyelids a little, glanced at him, and closed them again.

He hadn't been out of the house for two years, and hadn't eaten, drunk, defecated or urinated properly. He only consumed the most basic food intake to maintain human vital signs. Now he was extremely weak and was lying on the roof basking in the sun, waiting for the chef downstairs to cook for him.

As soon as the cook called, he jumped in and gobbled up the food.

How should I put it? Although British food is not delicious, fortunately, good chefs in Britain can cook good French food. It is hard to say whether Western food or Chinese food is better, but for He Songling in his current state, eating large pieces of pure meat is indeed enjoyable.

After eating a steak that was about the size of a whole cow, He Songling finally stopped, gave a tip, and sent the almost exhausted cook away. He then sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and picked his teeth.

"Old Zhang, do you want to know the secret of becoming an immortal?" He Songling looked at Zhang Zhiwei and laughed strangely: "Kneel down here and kowtow three times and call me godfather, and I will teach you."

"I think you're itching for a beating since you were little more than a year ago." Zhang Zhiwei gritted his teeth, his face twisted into a villain's, and raised his hand to send two bolts of lightning striking him.

"Gooji."

When the lightning struck He Songling's head, his whole body seemed to become ethereal for a moment. After an imperceptible sound, the thunder seemed to be absorbed by him and disappeared.

"What is this?" This time Zhang Zhiwei was really shocked.

"The third level of reverse life." He Songling was happy, "The third level."

"You made a breakthrough?" Zhang Zhiwei's pupils shrank, and his eyes were almost invisible.

"No, I found some ideas. But it's a pity that I don't know what this god is. It can only be used for me and cannot be used by everyone."

Yes, He Songling felt a little regretful. The ancient European legends were indeed true. When the three Deathly Hallows were assembled according to the pattern, and then infiltrated with Qi and explored with the "God", he finally discovered the secret of the sky.

He had only suspected it before, but this time the Deathly Hallows told him clearly that the "immortality" in the East and the "godhood" in the West meant the same thing, or a state of the same level.

But he didn't know what this state of mind was or how he could achieve it.

But one thing is certain, he finally found the way forward to the third level of rebirth.

Before He Songling traveled through time, he had seen some people speculate that the Eight Wonders might be like the blind men touching an elephant, with eight blind men groping for the body of an immortal.

Those who want to control change get Fenghou Qimen, those who want to see through everything get Daluo Dongguan, those who want to make tools get Shenji Bailian, and those who want to cure all diseases get Shuangquanshou.

In essence, they are the same thing. It's just that their realm is not high enough to see and express it completely, so they can only bring out the part they want.

He didn't know if it was the same at the remains of Zhang Boduan in the Twenty-Four Valley, or if it was the same as what the last nine of the Thirty-Six Thieves saw in the cave, but he knew it was the same in the Deathly Hallows.

The Deathly Hallows that were combined together were the Godhead of the God of Death. After the Qi and God were infused into this Godhead, a powerful force rushed straight to the Niwan Palace in the brain, and the innate soul instantly received the same kind of breath. Although his soul was innate, it was because it was an alien object. In essence, it was just the soul of an ordinary college student in another world. In terms of "quality", the rules of this world have elevated it, but in terms of "quantity", it is far inferior to the real immortals and gods in this world.

The huge amount of energy rushed into the Niwan Palace, almost drowning He Songling's soul and reason. Fortunately, the "quality" of his soul was at the same level as the power of the God of Death, so no matter how weak he was, he would not be swallowed by the innate power.

This allowed He Songling's soul to barely survive as if it was floating on an isolated island.

During his more than half a year of seclusion, he was actually in a daze, like a walking corpse, and all his actions were to drive his innate soul out of the vast ocean of power of the god of death in the Niwan Palace.

Today is the day to accomplish your mission.

As the line was being "drawn", He Songling felt that a grand avenue was unfolding before him, leading straight to the sky.

Even though what I have “touched” is only a small part, it is still the way to heaven. Once you reach heaven, there will be no difference between the strong and the weak.

He Songling spent most of the day basking in the sun on the roof and tried to climb this road. As a result, after only a few steps, his strength improved greatly.

In fact, he already had the qualifications to make an attempt to reach the "triple level" like Zuo Ruotong in the original novel, according to the records or illusions in the Trinity Sect's scriptures, but for the sake of his future, he never made the attempt.

Now he can completely let go of this restraint. On this road to heaven, he can even see the "triple" end of the wrong path that leads to a dead end.

He Songling is now gradually dissolving the false triple structure that had previously used Ruyi Power to forcibly bind the "body" and "Qi" together, and is returning to the true triple path.

To be honest, he was actually weaker than before, but because he had truly reached the state of Qi transformation, it was not a problem for him to swallow Zhang Zhiwei's thunder magic.

"It's a pity that I can't tell my master." He Songling shook his head regretfully.

He Songling didn't know what the founder of the Eight Wonders and Wu Gensheng discovered in the ruins of Zhang Boduan in the Twenty-Four Sections Valley, and he didn't need to know it, but his own way to the sky was achieved through the infusion of his innate soul.

Just like what was said before, it’s about shooting the arrows first and then drawing the target, and this only suits him.

If other disciples of the Sanyi Sect learned his method, their Niwan Palace would be smashed into a paste, and they would go crazy even more completely than those who have seen the Fenghou Qimen Diagram.

Therefore, he could not teach Zuo Ruotong the method of entering the third realm, and he could not even mention it. Because they were all people who were on the path of reverse life, and they were all people who were looking for the third realm. As long as they heard this method, they would involuntarily practice it.

This is out of control.

Even if Zuo Zuo had deep cultivation and was able to let go of his obsession and quit in time, his cultivation would still be wasted. It didn't matter if other people's cultivation was wasted, at most they would end up like Dongshan, but if Zuo Rutong's cultivation was wasted, he would die.

So I must not mention a single word to Zuo Rutong.

"I see." Zhang Zhiwei nodded, "So what are your plans next?"

"Go back home."

(End of this chapter)