The giant crevice lies in dead silence, like a path leading to the depths of the Nine Nether.
"That is death itself." Wei Shiyue gazes at the entrance to the Afterlife World, feeling a part of her body yearning to embrace death. Ever since being shot down by the Silla People with a plasma cannon twelve years ago, she's been akin to a dead dragon, relying on practicing the Art of Immortality to maintain her condition.
"That's the place where Underworld Pomorti manages the cycle of death and reincarnation." Chryses, the Soul of Gold, conjures a golden sword from his hand.
"So, I'm the one who sliced open the entrance?" Farosa examines closely.
"Yes, like passing through a tunnel, though others enter from the entrance while you pierce through the top of the tunnel rock from above." Chryses speaks with reverence.
He respects the unparalleled power of the Godslayer Weapon; maybe it's the strongest weapon this civilization could forge.
