As Imoden jumped in, the crack leading to the Underworld opened up again like an eye. The distance that one person could cross had expanded by several times. The huge crack was like an open eye, staring at the people at the edge. Without hesitation, Kasaikemwe, Sekheimibu, and Seymour followed Imoden and jumped into the crack.
Shentu Gong and Menes hesitated for a moment before following them into the Underworld.
Countless distorted figures struggled at the edge of the Underworld. They had no faces and did not even have any intelligence. They could only instinctively grab onto any living thing and drag them down into the depths of the Underworld. However, Imoden did not let them do it. Instead, he walked step by step towards the depths of the Underworld. He knew that these distorted figures were the shadows of the souls that had entered the Underworld to be judged.
They were endless, born and extinguished as they came.
Sekheimibu, the Shadow of Cardinal Sins, caught up from behind. He took off his black robe, revealing a body that looked like a bound black fog. Countless wisps of black fog that seemed to have life and will were bound to a humanoid body. From time to time, a black fog that looked like a head would try to break free from his bindings. The skull-like head would open its mouth and roar soundlessly, struggling in extreme pain.
Sekheimibu knelt on the ground of the Underworld.
Imoden placed his hand on the top of Sekheimibu's head. After a moment of silence, he said, "Sekheimibu, do you see that? The shadows of those souls … After a soul is judged by Osiris here, if he is lighter than a feather, he will enter Irru, the paradise ruled by Osiris. At the same time, he will leave a shadow here that represents his sins, because Irru is a sinless kingdom. "
"If he is heavier than a feather, his heart will fall into the mouth of the crocodile-headed and lion-bodied monster, Amat."
"But Osiris has gone far away, and Anubis has replaced him to rule this kingdom of the dead. The Underworld still exists, but the souls of mortals are completely free. No mortal soul will ever come here again! The era of the gods has entered its twilight, and only a pile of decaying corpses are left, still struggling! "
"Let them be free from their bindings and pain!" After a moment of silence, Imoden said to Sekhei Mibu. He turned around and looked at the countless wriggling shadows. Then, he resolutely turned his head and moved forward.
Hearing Imoden's order, Sekheimble stayed where he was. He raised his head and released the black mist that he had been suppressing. Thick mist seeped out of his facial features, and a skull of black mist escaped from his body. Wisps of black mist landed on the distorted soul shadows and instantly corroded them.
Imoden arrived in front of a huge hall in the Underworld. He followed the souls of the Great Old Ones into the long corridor of Anubis's Hall of Judgment and came to a huge statue of a jackal's head. This statue of Anubis held the Book of the Dead in one hand and stretched out the other. A balance made of gold was placed on his outstretched hand. Using that hand as a fulcrum, there was a tray with a white feather on it, and the other tray was empty.
A voice that seemed to overlap with the voices of countless people resounded in the hall, "Imoden! My high priest, are you here to offer your soul and flesh to me? "
The eyes of the statue slowly opened. At this moment, the last God of Death, Anubis, who represented death and judgment, had finally awakened and appeared in front of Imoden. He was no longer a vague will that Chen Ang had pierced through with the Spear of Judgment. Instead, he had descended in a brand new and complete form in front of Imoden, completing this fateful duel.
Unlike the gods of other worlds, Anubis did not have a divine body like a mortal. He was like a vast and magnificent will that hovered above the hall. The balance of death that symbolized fairness was him, and the monster with the head of a crocodile and the body of a lion was also a part of him. The essence of a god was beyond the limits of a mortal's imagination.
The part of him that appeared in front of Imoden that could be understood by the world would always be a part of a huge iceberg that was exposed to the surface of the water.
Imoden found that he still could not fully understand the power of the gods. If he could not understand, he could not hurt them. If he could only destroy the superficial existence that he could understand, then he might be able to win for a while in this fateful duel, but in the end, he would lose completely.
But Imoden still replied with a smile, "No, Anubis! I am here to send you into the dusk! "
"The gods will enter the dusk, but they are immortal after all. Their glory will never be extinguished … Dusk is not death, my high priest! We are only in a temporary slumber. " Anubis said slowly, "Imoden, your wisdom is as deep as the sea among mortals, but to a god, you are still too young and immature. The soul of a mortal makes it impossible for you to understand the way the ancients think."
Imoden sighed and said, "Perhaps! Once upon a time, I deeply understood the difference between mortals and gods. This made me disheartened, and love blinded my eyes, making me weak and slow. I knew that the gods had decided my fate, and that everything about me was under your control, but I was powerless to resist, because I was foolish and fearful. "
"Just like when I saw a tattoo that represented the pharaoh's guard on the arm of a mortal, and not an Egyptian, an ignorant woman who possessed the soul of the pharaoh's daughter, Nina, I knew that I could not escape from the gods' control, because I was weak and ignorant, and I had many mortal weaknesses, the most dangerous of which was love."
"Mortals do not deserve love … Anubis!"
"Our souls are beyond our control. Our fates are at the mercy of others. Before we lose our freedom, the greatest part of our souls, the part that transcends the gods — love — will only become our shackles, binding us and forcing us to sink into oblivion." Imhotep silently closed his eyes, letting the last of his tears slide down his cheeks.
"At that moment, love became the shackles of fate, causing me to slide step by step in the direction that you set. Until … it was cut off by someone! Mortals! Could it be that only by destroying the thing that you cherish the most, can you see the shackles behind it? "
Imoden said coldly, "So, I was killed with the shackles, but a new will was born on the remains of my body. I came before you, Anubis! Not to take revenge on you, because the gods do not deserve revenge for me, but to completely obtain freedom, to master the power of revenge. "
"Pitiful mortals! Although you possess the immortal radiance, your soul is still just an ordinary object that has been tainted by this radiance. Mortals are powerless to resist the gods! "Anubis sighed, and suddenly, a beating heart appeared on the scale in his hand.
Imoden smiled as he looked at the organ that came from his body, falling on the scale that represented the judgment of death.
"Imoden! The gap between life and death was the hardest to cross. As long as it was a dead existence, in front of Anubis, there was no power to resist, because the essence of the existence of the god of death was to judge and settle the dead souls. As long as you have no way to break through the barrier between life and death, you are still a dead existence, and on the scale of the god of death, there will always be a heart for you. "
"As long as the scale falls, and you are condemned, then Anubis can easily swallow your heart."
"Before becoming a god, there will always be death and life. Only a true god can transcend death. Even if you have ignited the divine fire, you are still just a demigod dead soul …" Chen Ang's voice seemed to come into his ears.
Anubis watched as Imoden's heart rose and fell on the scale, but the strange thing was, no matter what, the scale could not calm down. It was clearly close to tilting and stabilizing, with the feather on one end, but soon, the balance was broken.
Anubis looked deeply at the scale in his hand, and suddenly said angrily, "Mortal, you dare to deceive death?"
He grabbed towards the heart on the scale, but this rash action instantly broke the balance of the scale. Imoden's heart beat fiercely, and silently disappeared from the scale, returning to Imoden's chest. Imoden felt the Dark Scripture of the Dead in his arms brighten, and a line of words appeared on the title page.
The power of the Dark Scripture of the Dead transcended time, like a layer of fog, covering the image of Imoden being gnawed on by the scarabs in the stone coffin. When the god of death, Anubis, turned back time and opened the stone coffin, there was no corpse of Imoden at all, only a cloud of fog that he could not see clearly, and everything was hidden behind the fog.
Even the god of death could not understand this kind of existence, nor could he see through the layer of fog to determine the state of Imoden.
He could not determine Imoden's death, so he was in the state of Imoden. In the judgment of the essence of the gods, he could be a dead soul, or he could be alive. This contradictory superposition caused Imoden to break away from the essence of a dead soul, becoming a quantum superposition, a state of being dead and alive at the same time. Divine power could not observe Imoden's death, so the god of death could not judge him.
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