People often said that when you stared into the Abyss, the Abyss stared back at you.
This was actually one of the most classic ideas in idealism, because the first person to say it was Nietzsche—the man who called himself the sun and believed that without him, the world that belonged to him would be destroyed.
From a certain perspective, that was not wrong. If a person died, then naturally there was no such thing as possession anymore. When the world possessed a person, that person also possessed the world.
The same was true of stories.
But to Su Ming, the Abyss was nothing special. Compared to the Void, it was practically as bright as a star.
The discussion of concepts went no further. No matter how much Deadpool stressed how handsome he was, the other men simply could not see it. Perhaps only someone with tastes as extreme as Lucifer's could smell his beauty.
As the two men and one cat traveled through the Golden Light, spouting nonsense and chatting rubbish, their surroundings changed. In an instant, the men and cat were standing beside a road.
Originally, the undersea entrance in the Pacific Rim world should have connected to the Forerunner world. Clearly, that was no longer the case.
The two men and cat stood by the roadside beside an old, rust-covered bus stop sign marked "1." It swayed slightly in the strong wind.
The road was not wide, yet it seemed to have no end, stretching from one edge of their vision all the way to the horizon on the other.
There was nothing behind them but an endless expanse of black wasteland. Across the road was likewise a vast wilderness, apart from a single fire hydrant.
"The road is ordinary asphalt."
Su Ming began inspecting the situation.