After learning that the Abyss Sixth Layer represented death, Mo Ling had imagined the sixth-layer world many times.
"Was it covered in ruins?"
"Or were undead creatures running rampant there?"
Deep in everyone's heart, there was a fear of death, and Mo Ling was no exception. Though he had looked calm after learning that he would die, it was only because Lu Youqi had acted calm. Mo Ling did not want to seem weak.
Why did I agree to this?
What if he died and could not reach the next layer afterward? Wouldn't that mean he had died for nothing?
Still, the Little Sprite's method of killing them was quite unusual.
There was no pain, nor did he feel the process of dying.
He had merely fallen into a deep sleep, had a few dreams, dreamed of several old acquaintances, tasted some sweet food, and then everything was over...
Mo Ling's vision drifted through that ever-shifting golden ocean, while his thoughts leaped back and forth between reality and illusion. One moment, he contemplated the meaning of life and death; the next, he thought about the relationships between people. It was as though the most profound parts of human philosophy had all passed through his mind.
Yet in the end, he remembered none of it.
His brain had never been good at remembering things anyway. Remembering the tastes of milk candy and cola was enough.
Lying amid the waves, Mo Ling felt his body sinking, yet he did not feel suffocated at all. He sank deeper and deeper, as if he had passed through the ground, then as if the surf had tossed him onto a beach.
But before he could climb up from the sand, another wave lifted him and swept him in another direction. After being tossed back and