Alright, I need to return now or my mother and little Isis might start worrying."
Inside the Great Pyramid, Jowalin stood and spoke to himself, a smile appearing on his face as he remembered his beautiful sister. He then turned to leave.
"Should I retrieve that weapon first...?"
As Jowalin walked, he continued talking to himself and muttered, "But is it still there?! I sealed it under the Sphinx, but is it still in place?! It's been a very long time since I sealed it there."
"In any case, it wouldn't hurt to check."
Jowalin leaped out of the pyramid effortlessly, looked at his body with amazement, and said, "It seems my body not only gained strength but agility too... what a terrifying technique!"
He then headed to the enormous Sphinx statue, which seemed to guard this place.
"I placed a seal to prevent anyone from entering the inner space beneath the statue—only I can open it, unless the statue is entirely destroyed."
Some sacred places naturally or artificially contain inner spaces, but to achieve this naturally, one must reach a very advanced stage of cultivation.
Jowalin needed his spiritual energy to break the seal he had placed himself.
He extended his hand into the air, rotating his spiritual energy, as blue energy glowed on his fingers. He began writing strange letters in the air.
After a few seconds, sweat started dripping down Jowalin's forehead. He gritted his teeth and continued, "Damn it... My spiritual energy is very low. I'm not sure if I can continue... No, I must go on, or everything will reset from the beginning."
Time passed second by second, and with each passing second, Jowalin's face grew paler. He was about to lose consciousness, but then…
"Shiiiii..."
The black ring transformed into the small Book of Life and Death and flew swiftly. The book opened by itself to a specific page, and the page trembled slightly.
"Crack... crack... crack."
The sound of breaking chains echoed, and the ring returned to Jowalin's hand, while an opening appeared beneath the statue with stairs leading downwards.
Jowalin was on the verge of spitting blood from anger. He looked at the ring and cursed, "Damn you… Why didn't you act sooner?!… Wait, it seems the Book of Life and Death has merged with the black ring! How did this happen?!"
Jowalin noticed that the Book of Life and Death no longer existed independently; it was now part of the ring—they had become a single entity.
"They've been together since the beginning, but I never thought they'd fully merge. Can I control it now?… Let's try."
"Book of Life and Death… appear."
Immediately, the ring transformed into the small black-and-white book, which then hugged Jowalin like a child.
Jowalin smiled, stroked the book, and then put it back. He fiddled with the ring a bit, still unaware of its origin. The ring clung to his hand and refused to leave, even if he cut off his finger—it would stay in place, following his hand.
It was as if he had an invisible finger. Due to Jowalin's immortal body, his finger would always return within the ring. This ring had always been shrouded in mystery, which made Jowalin fear it.
"Let's leave the ring for now. I need to go down and find my weapon..."
Jowalin pushed aside his confusion, then descended beneath the statue.
The path was long, but it wasn't just yellow stones; it was gold covered in strange engravings.
Numerous engravings illuminated the place, depicting kings and strange creatures.
"As usual, this place is still mesmerizing… a piece of breathtaking beauty."
Jowalin was absorbed in the beauty of the engravings and grand architecture until he reached the bottom.
It was an enormous space filled with countless golden statues, large and small, each statue engraved with the story of a hero.
They might not be known in history, but Jowalin knew them. They were the soldiers, warriors, and kings who had defended this land from invasions, even before the time of humans.
Jowalin bowed slightly, offering a prayer for them, then moved to the center of this space, where a golden coffin adorned with beautiful engravings lay.
"The Ark of the Covenant… It's been a long time since you've appeared in the world. It seems no one cares about you anymore… sigh."
Jowalin sighed as he ran his hand over the coffin, then gently opened it. As soon as he did, something strange jumped out swiftly and caressed Jowalin's face.
"Hahahahaha… Alright, I missed you too."
Jowalin smiled happily, looking at the wooden staff that was brushing against his face.
Yes, it was just an old wooden staff, as thick as a grown man's arm and nearly as long as a sword, with a color matching the earth.
"They called you the Staff of Moses, unaware you're a branch fallen from a tree in paradise... Well, no matter. Now, you've returned to me, haven't you?"
Jowalin held the staff in his hand and leaned on it like a cane, giving a final salute to the soldier statues, then departed. As soon as he left, the entrance sealed again.
He looked up at the sky, gazing at the stars—a strange knowledge passed down long ago from the mother queen in Kemet, known as astronomy.
It's a science related to the stars wandering in the sky, which, in a certain way, foretell good or catastrophe. Of course, it's far more profound than that.
Jowalin muttered, "It seems some fools are causing trouble around… It would be best if they don't bother my family, or else…"
Jowalin exuded a terrifying killing intent, then sped off into the distance, returning home.