For a living creature, the fading of life meant death.
But for undead beings that had long since died, restoring them to life was another kind of "death."
They would bid farewell to their original state of existence and separate from the world they inhabited.
The two sides of a coin were defined by people, and so too was the "death" humans perceived.
Those worlds swallowed by the Abyss had indeed perished from their original perspective, but after falling into the Abyss Sixth Layer, they had "survived" in another form.
"Only death can take us to the next layer?" Mo Ling looked at the Little Sprite and asked seriously.
It was not that he refused to believe it. It was simply too unbelievable, and Mo Ling felt he needed to confirm it once more.
"Mm. Every layer of the Abyss has its own special rules. Only by adapting to those rules can we enter without obstruction."
"Can't we bypass those rules? Like how we bypassed the abyssal holes..."
"Of course we can, but there's no need to take the long way around. Death is the best means of passage."
"But..." Mo Ling hesitated before voicing the question in his heart. "If we die completely and enter the next layer, how do we come back when we want to return? By coming back to life?"
After Mo Ling asked that question, the Little Sprite fell silent. It looked at Mo Ling, seemingly lost in thought.
In the silent night, the three figures faced one another. In this absolutely quiet environment, Mo Ling could hear his own breathing, his heartbeat, and the sound of his clothes rubbing against things. In the darkness, it all sounded unbearably sharp.
The profound darkness seemed poised to swallow everything, even their very existence. If they truly