Chapter 1117 353: Battle Against Anubis (Part 3)

Transforming once again into a dying person.

In the end, he turned back into a whole living person breaking free from the Netherworld.

"Truly an unbelievably ominous power, if you ascend to godhood, you may become a Divine King." Anubis finally showed a serious expression. He raised Anka's Staff high, and the Glowing Blue Flame surged.

"Duat Restitutio!" (Netherworld Restoration)

The reversed time and space were forcibly corrected, and the revived souls transformed back into bones. But at the instant the rules were reset, Ian suddenly appeared behind the God of Death, his magic wand pointing straight at his back.

"Entropia Borea!" (Entropy Borea)

A silver-white halo of Absolute Zero exploded, freezing even the rules. Anubis's black robe formed ice crystals, but in the next moment, his figure dissolved into countless scarabs and dispersed, then reconstituted a hundred meters away.

The God of Death opened the Undead Holy Scripture, and a page engraved with the Golden Balance flew out automatically. That balance swiftly enlarged to a height of a hundred meters, with one end holding a feather and the other showing Ian's shadow.

"Weigh your soul."

This was the most fundamental judgment rule, an unavoidable condition for any existence. Ian's shadow began to materialize, and numerous fragments of memories were extracted: the corridors of Hogwarts, the explosion in the Alchemy Laboratory, the confrontation with Zeus... Each fragment was manifested as a weight on the balance's pan.

The spectators held their breath. When the feather weighed less than the memories, the soul would be sentenced to the Netherworld.

But Ian suddenly reached for his own temple, pulling out a strand of silver-glowing memory: "You weigh this?" He flashed a sly smile, "It must agree to be weighed first."

The power of paradox continued to take effect.

The memory unexpectedly divided and multiplied, transforming into countless contradictory versions: in memory A, he died at age three; in memory B, he was never born; in memory C, he had already become a god... The balance shook violently, its judgment rule collapsing due to logical chaos. It was like Schrodinger's uncertainty, destroying the opponent's rule.

"Impossible power, huh."

Anubis finally released his Divine Domain.

Centered on him, a radius of a thousand meters instantly became Ancient Egypt's afterlife world: the sky showed the Eye of Horus, the ground flowed with Holy Water like molten gold, and countless mummies crawled up from the sand, chanting the scriptures from the Book of Death. This was an absolute Death Domain, causing any living being to rot instantly.

Ian, however, spread his arms, and silver-gray light formed a counterclockwise swirling vortex:

"Logos Apophis!" (Chaos Logic)

His Divine Domain was entirely different—-a space realized from countless paradoxes—-from the intersection of the two domains burst out glaring lightning, causing web-like cracks in the space due to the collision of rules. The undead spectators watched in terror as their bodies flickered between "existence" and "non-existence."

When the confrontation reached its pinnacle, Anubis suddenly put away the scepter. The entire Divine Domain receded like a tide, returning the desert to calm.

"Enough." The God of Death's voice was uncharacteristically weary, "Continuing will collapse the Netherworld."

Ian also put away the magic wand, his silver-gray right eye gradually dimming: "So?"

Anubis took the Nether River Oar from his waist and threw it to Ian:

"You have proven that one who can master the rules can naturally master sin."

The oar shrunk to dagger size as it flew, landing precisely in Ian's Money Bag. The audience erupted in incredulous noise, and those who had challenged and failed raised voiceless shrieks.

Anubis gave Ian one last gaze.

"Your power does not belong to you, and that's the most terrifying part."

His insight was indeed strong.

With the shaking of the Obsidian ground, the trial ground began to collapse. Ian understood, this was a sign of dismissal. He gently stroked the oar in the Money Bag and responded softly.

"Yes, my power... is plunder."

He spoke his Legendary Essence.