As Imoton jumped in, the crack leading to the underworld broke open again like eyes. The distance that could have been crossed by one person expanded several times. The shape of the huge crack really looked like an open eye, staring at the people on the edge, Kasekemway, Sekimbu, Semokate and others followed Imoton into the gap without hesitation.

Shentu Palace and Menis hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the underworld.

Countless twisted figures struggled at the edge of the underworld. They had no face or even wisdom. They just instinctively grabbed all living things and dragged them down and into the depths of the underworld. But Imodon did not let them do it, but moved forward step by step towards the depths of the underworld. He knew that these twisted figures were the shadows of the souls who entered the judgment of the underworld.

Endless, dying with birth and death.

The shadow of original sin Sakai rushed up from behind. He took off his black robe. His body under his clothes was like a bound black fog. Countless black fogs that seemed to have life and will were bound to a human-shaped body and rushed left and right. From time to time, the black fog with a head that looked like a skull wanted to rush out of his restraint. His head was open and his mouth was wide, and he struggled silently, struggling in extreme pain.

Sekaimbu knelt on the ground of the underworld.

Imodon put his hand on his heavenly spirit, and was silent for a moment before saying to him: "Sekemib, have you seen it? Those shadows of souls... After the soul is judged by Osiris here, if he is lighter than his feathers, he will enter the paradise ruled by Osiris, and leave a shadow here that represents his own sin, because Irru is the country of sinlessness."

"If he is heavier than feathers, his heart will fall into the mouth of the crocodile-headed and spherical monster Amut."

"But Osiris has gone far away, and Anubis has replaced him to rule the kingdom of the dead. The underworld is still there, but the souls of mortals have been completely free, and there will be no mortals' souls here again! The age of the gods has entered dusk, and only a rotten corpse is left, and they are still struggling!"

"Let them get rid of the bondage and pain!" Imoton said to Sekaimib for a moment. He looked back at the countless squirming and twisted shadows, and resolutely turned his head forward.

Sekaimbu heard Imodon's instructions and stayed there. He raised his head to relieve the black mist that he had tried his best to suppress. Countless thick fog emerged from his facial features. The skull of black mist, shaped like a skeleton, escaped from his body. Straws of black mist fell on the twisted shadows of the soul, instantly eroding them.

Imodon came to a huge hall in the underworld. He walked along the old soul into the corridor of the Hall of Judgment of Anubis, and came to a huge jackal-head sculpture. This statue of Anubis held the book of the dead with one hand and stretched forward with the other. A scale made of gold was placed on the hand that he stretched forward. With that hand as a fulcrum, one tray had a white feather, and the other tray was empty.

A voice that seemed to coincide with countless voices rang out: "Imoton! My High Priest, are you here to dedicate your soul and flesh to me?"

The eyes of the statue slowly opened. At this moment, Anubis, the last god of death, representing death and judgment, finally awakened completely and appeared in front of Imoton. He was no longer a vague will that Chen Ang had penetrated with the spear of judgment, but came to Imoton in a new and complete posture to complete this fateful showdown.

Unlike the gods in other worlds, Anubis does not have a divine body like a mortal. He seems to be just a huge and magnificent will hovering over this palace, symbolizing the fair balance of death. He is Him, the monster with a crocodile head and a lion, and is also part of Him. The essence of the gods exceeds the limits that mortals can imagine.

The part that He appeared before Imoton, which could be understood by the world, is always just a part of the huge iceberg that emerged from the water.

Imoton found that he still could not fully understand the power of the gods. If he could not understand, he could not harm. If he could only destroy part of the surface existence that he could understand, then he might be able to win for a while in this fateful duel, but he would eventually fail completely.

But Imoton still smiled and replied: "No, Anubis! I'm here to send you into dusk!"

"The gods will enter dusk, but they are immortal after all, and their brilliance is immortal... Dusk is not death, my high priest! We are just a temporary sleep." Anubis said slowly: "Imodon, your wisdom is like a sea among mortals, but for the gods, you are still too young and immature. The soul of mortals makes you unable to understand the way the ancients think."

Imodon sighed: "Maybe! I once knew the gap between ordinary things and gods incredibly deeply, which made me feel disheartened. Love covered my eyes and made me weak and dull. I knew that the gods stipulated my destiny and knew that everything about me was at your mercy, but I was powerless to resist because I was afraid and stupid."

"Just like I saw a mortal, and not an Egyptian, a tattoo representing the pharaoh's guard appeared on the arm of an ignorant woman, who possessed the soul of Nina, the daughter of the former Pharaoh, and I knew that I could not escape the mercy of the gods, because I was weak and ignorant, possessing many weaknesses of the mortal, among which the most dangerous love."

"Mortals are not worthy of love...Anubis!"

"Our souls are involuntarily, and our destiny is at the mercy of others. Before they are not free, the greatest part of our soul, the love that transcends the gods, will only become our shackles, and we have to sink." Imodon silently closed his eyes and let the last tears slide across his cheeks.

"At that moment, love became a shackle of fate, allowing me to slide step by step in the direction you set. Until... being cut off! Mortals! Can you see the shackle behind this only by destroying what you cherish most?"

Imodon said coldly: "So, I was killed with shackles, but a new will was born on my remaining body. I came to you, Anubis! It is not to avenge you, because the gods are not worthy of my revenge, but to completely gain freedom and master the power of revenge."

"Sad mortal! Although you have immortal glory, your soul is still just an ordinary thing that is contaminated with this glory. All things are powerless to resist God!" Anubis sighed, and a beating heart suddenly appeared on the scale in His hand.

Imoton smiled and looked at the organ that came from his body, falling on the scale representing the judgment of death.

"Imoton! It is the most difficult to overcome between life and death. As long as it is a death existence, there is no power of resistance in front of Anubis, because the essence of the existence of the God of Death is to judge and place the dead. As long as you cannot break through the barrier between life and death, you are still a dead existence. On the balance of the God of Death, you will always have your heart."

"As long as the balance falls and you are sentenced to guilt, Anubis can easily swallow your heart."

"If you have not become a god, you will always have life and death. Only the true god can transcend death. Even if you ignite the divine fire, you are still just a demigod's dead spirit..." Chen Ang's voice seemed to be heard in his ears.

Anubis watched Emoton's heart rise and fall in the balance, but strangely, no matter what, the balance was always uneasy. It was obviously close to tilting and stabilizing, and the end with the feathers raised high, but soon the balance was broken.

Anubis looked at the balance in his hand deeply, and suddenly said furiously: "All things, how dare you deceive death?"

He grabbed the heart on the scale, but this rash action instantly destroyed the balance of the scale. Imoton's heart beat violently, disappeared silently from the scale, and returned to Imoton's chest. Imoton felt the black sutra in his arms in a generous light, and a line of words appeared on the title page.

The power of the Black Sutra of the Undead spanned time, like a layer of fog, covering the scene where Imodon was gnawed by a scarab in the sarcophagus. When the god of death Anubis looked back at time, he opened the sarcophagus and there was no corpse of Imodon's death inside, only a fog that He could not see clearly, and everything was hidden behind the fog.

Even the god of death cannot understand this existence, nor can he see through this fog, and determine Imodon's state.

If I cannot be sure of Imoton's death, he is in Schrödinger's Imoton state. In the judgment of the essence of the gods, he may be a necromancer or may be alive. This contradictory superposition state makes Imoton separate from the essence of the necromancer and become a quantum superposition, both dead and alive. The divine power cannot observe Imoton's death, and the god of death cannot judge him.
Chapter completed!