Yun You couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
Although at first glance, these two powers seem nothing special, a closer look reveals that their applications are incredibly versatile.
Healing the sick and saving lives, with the Power of Life assisting by the side.
Defeating enemies decisively, gaining the upper hand on the battlefield, the Power of Death plays a strong and effective role.
It's no exaggeration to say that this is simply "all-powerful." Moreover, it can even continue to be developed further.
No wonder it bears the na "Life and Death" power...
The little girl nodded in satisfaction.
She was about to clear the words from her mind and study with Master Zero how to develop this ability further...
But just then, her consciousness world suddenly began shaking.
Imdiately, everything in front of her changed.
The pitch-black world vanished, replaced by a grand and gigantic hall that seed to cover the entire sky.
The grand hall was empty, but there were three incredibly lifelike portrait paintings, each with its distinct area.
The owner of the left portrait was a handso young man in white, about 30 years old, side-facing the world before him, so beautiful it was breath-taking, with an androgynous aura.
He was holding a rose, his eyes full of affection, and even though he never directly looked at the person in front of him, Yun You still felt a warmth emanating from him.
The area the young man was in was an unbelievably beautiful garden, where countless flowers blood together, exuding a captivating fragrance.
But for so reason, Yun You always felt that these flowers were too beautiful, to the point of being sowhat unreal, a bit like... the fake flowers sold in shops.
She shook her head and looked towards the portrait on the right.
On the right portrait was a noble silver-haired girl, her purple eyes like gemstones, slender in build, but for so reason, she looked sowhat unnaturally thin.
She held a book, reading patiently, with an owl perched on her shoulder.
Although she faced outward from the portrait, for so reason, Yun You always felt there was a white "fog" covering her face, making her true appearance impossible to discern.
The place she was in was a spiral library filled with books, with a pillar reaching from the ground to the sky, with no end in sight either above or below.
What was strange was that when Yun You looked at the girl, she would always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, though she didn't know where it ca from.
"Is it an illusion?"
She shook her head and then looked at the last painting, located in the very center of the grand hall.
Unlike the previous two "portraits," this central painting was only a half-body portrait of a man.
He was burly, with black hair identical to Yun You's, ssily draped over his shoulders, holding two giant black scythes, one pointed to the sky, the other to the ground, as if the heavens and the earth were within his grasp.
The portrait of the burly man was the largest and most distinctive.
But at this mont, Yun You didn't have the mind to focus on those details.
Because the mont she looked directly at the portrait, she realized...
The man as tall as the sky in the painting was also staring back at her.
Their gazes collided just like that.
And in that mont, Yun You understood.
These three portraits were the three sages of the Death God Sequence, and also the... origins of the Apprentice Death God.
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