After leaving that crevasse, Fu Yi seemed frightened and did not ask anything more. And Huai Shi fell into silence too.
The depth here is starting to increase, Huai Shi thought. What was originally just a slightly abnormal border is now beginning to approach the Abyss. That relentless swarm of ghostly entities and those things protruding from the sunken city are the best proof... If I had reacted even a bit slower, or without Fu Yi's help, I might have already been eroded, deformed, and forever left in that torrential rain, or pulled into that sunken city. Even the most powerful Sublimators face dire consequences if they make a mistake; Hell is just that unreasonable. The deeper one goes, the more dangerous it becomes. Unreasonable things become more frequent, more bizarre... or rather, more miraculous. Aren't the so-called Stigmata precisely the miracles that have metamorphosed from Hell?
