V4.C122 (2/2)

It is said that there is a huge prison in the endless flames of the burning city, where intelligent creatures from different planes are held. The most direct evidence is that when walking on the hot and scorching ground, we can often hear a cry of sadness and scream of unknown origin.

A group of little devils are pressing a group of pale and fuzzy souls to the tower in the center of the ”burning city”. From time to time, they brandish a special whip to draw the souls into hell into pain and howl. The more painful they are, the more excited they are.

A figure in a black robe walking in the burning hell, looking through his hood at the world of despair everywhere, said in a low voice, ”it's more exaggerated than I imagined. Is it a mythical hell?”

This is his first time to explore the abyss, and he does not know what level he is on. In short, he should not go deep into the abyss, and the corresponding demons in charge here should not be too strong.

As a chaotic and disorderly collection of the whole multiverse, the abyss satisfies all people's fantasies about him.

After the death of some high magic level people, the soul has a chance to enter here, as for what the theory is not interested in exploring. And most myths and legends about the description of the world after death, can also find a corresponding position in a certain layer of the abyss.

For example, the legendary underworld, underworld, demon world, hell, these places all exist in a certain layer of the real abyss.

Most of the postmortem world in most planes is the projection of the abyss in different places.

Of course, there are also worlds that don't belong after death, and most of the time the soul dissipates directly.

”Where are you going next?” Xuan doubts a, just when he hesitates, there is a caravan from the steel earth.

”Is that? Human beings? ” Xuan was surprised. He wanted to encounter all kinds of situations in the abyss, but he didn't think it would be human, and it looked like a caravan.Those demons or imps scattered in every corner did not attempt to attack the caravan. They wore robes similar to Xuan, but they were decorated with different patterns, which were more noble and mysterious.

Xuan searched for similar memories in just a second. In his cognition, this kind of clothes was only worn by some groups called magicians. This is a caravan from a magical plane.

”Interesting.” Xuan's mouth showed a smile. His position would not be found by the caravan in the distance. As he looked at each other, his eyes began to become deep. He directly used the unique ability of the dark Gaia niche to check the cause and effect line of the caravan.

The causal logic of the world is the basis for a world to maintain stability, even in a disorderly and chaotic place like the abyss.

I want to see where these people come from. ..