Judgment

Having left the Devil Mountains, Han Dong returned to the Netherworld Road.

Following the army of the dead, he gradually climbed the jagged, steep steps toward the "Underworld Temple."

Most of the dead were filled with unease, unsure whether the sins engraved upon their hearts could be offset by this journey through the underworld, or whether they could attain immortality through Weighing Judgment.

They did not know that the so-called "Weighing Judgment" was merely a pretext based on the sins of the heart, used to determine a person's value.

Those with value gained immortality and continued contributing to the Divine Capital.

Those without value died, their consciousness swallowed by the underworld.

"This is the Underworld Temple? It's nothing more than a courtroom..."

As Han Dong stepped into the gloomy temple, he revealed a malicious smile.

After more than ten days of wilderness survival—underworld edition—Han Dong had already seen through the underworld's secrets and had some particular ideas about this trial.

Ten-meter-high stone seats were arranged along both sides of the temple.

Withered-faced judges sat upon the stone chairs, watching the dead pass beneath them.

At the end of the temple lay the edge of a cliff.

Standing there was a dog-headed man covered in golden lines, radiating Death Aura.

The scales used for the "Weighing Judgment" were suspended before him from the scepter in his hand, rapidly judging the dead who came before him.

In the eyes of the other dead, this dog-headed man emanating Death Aura was the God Anubis of their hearts, and they sincerely obeyed the rules of judgment.

But in Han Dong's eyes, he was merely an ordinary divine dog-headed man.

Seeing this, Han Dong tugged at his sleeve. From the moment he had entered the temple, he had kept his left arm hidden beneath it,