In the civilizations of every nation, in the cultures of every race, there was always a legendary place mentioned in uncanny unison. It was life's destination, death's answer, the promised end of all things in the world.
Its name was Sixfold Hell!
Sinners suffered torment in hell, while the virtuous rested there in eternal sleep, but very few people ever considered one question—people were constantly born, yet the dead never disappeared. If Sixfold Hell truly existed, if it really could contain all death, then just how vast was it?
Now, the answer had come.
The instant Second Hell fell, the Soul Body Rajesh had just constructed, along with his four Void Wings that blotted out the sky, were shattered in an instant and reduced to ash.
This time, however, Ash was not anxious. Sure enough, several seconds later, new Void Wings and a new Soul Body appeared. Four Void Wings, even vaster and more dazzling than before, bloomed with radiance as they tried to stop the descent of the two layers of hell.
Vishy, however, raised an eyebrow. "If he still hasn't figured it out, then this is as far as he goes. He can go back to the Sea of Knowledge and become a promising Void Creature."
"Why?" Ash asked. "Is it impossible for him to withstand the pressure of two layers of hell?"
"He can, but he's doing it wrong," Vishy said leisurely. "If he doesn't know what's really bearing hell, Second Hell will absolutely crush him."
Sure enough, no matter how enormous Rajesh's four wings expanded, even when they could wrap around the outline of the Bottom Layer hell, the two layers of hell still continued to descend slowly.
Although no one knew what counted as failure, anyone with eyes could see that Rajesh was getting farther