In the endless darkness, a cluster of fire suddenly appeared. The little skeleton retreated repeatedly, crying, "Waaah, don't kill me! I'm already a skeleton. If I die again, I'll have nothing left."
Phil Gray suddenly remembered that his flames were the flames of the sun, and quickly withdrew them, plunging the surroundings back into darkness.
"Sorry, I forgot that you undead are afraid of this. I won't light it now, so don't worry."
The little skeleton stopped and cautiously asked, "Are you one of the day prophets' followers?"
“Yes.” Phil Gray nodded, managing to take a few steps forward in the darkness, approaching the small skeleton with glowing spirit fire in its eye sockets.
"Then you must hide even better. Almost all the residents here are both afraid of and disgusted by the followers of the Day Prophet. If they find out, they will definitely torture you before they eat you."
"Okay, thank you for reminding me."
"Alright, let me briefly introduce what I know. The center of the Abyss of the Dead is the palace of the God of Death. No one except undead of the level of the Death Monarch or quasi-god-level followers of the gods can enter."
The remaining area is divided into four major regions: east, south, west, and north, each controlled by a death lord. Each death lord has several lords under their command who manage their cities. Right now, we are in the City of Ten Thousand Bones in the northern region. The lord here, like me, is a skeleton, so there are many skeletons gathered here. Of course, there are also many other types of undead living there.
The little skeleton's voice cut through the darkness and reached Phil Gray's ears.
It turns out that the Abyss of the Dead is also orderly; he had thought it would be chaotic.
However, since it was the kingdom of the god of death, it wasn't too unexpected.
"Is there really no way for me to leave?" Phil Gray frowned. Patrick was still waiting for him on the island, and Eli's fate was unknown.
He didn't know how long he could last in this abyss filled with the dead, but... he clenched his fists, determined to find a way out.
“Yes, every now and then, living people accidentally fall into the abyss. Some are exiled for committing crimes, some are ambushed and thrown in like you, and some are chosen ones of the gods who accidentally trigger some skill and end up in the abyss. But so far, no one like this has ever managed to leave successfully.” The little skeleton shook its head, then paused. “Perhaps you can ascend to the divine level? That way you can ask the God of Death to let you out?”
After saying that, the little skeleton laughed awkwardly, its bones cracking as it clearly felt its suggestion was absurd.
Phil Gray smiled bitterly. In this bottomless abyss, facing the threat of countless undead, how could he possibly fulfill the prophecy of the God of Death and ascend to the Godhood level?
It seems we need to think of other solutions.
He squatted down, closed his eyes, drew the pattern of the flower of destiny on his chest, and silently prayed to the god of destiny.
"Gods, how can I leave this place?"
However, there was no response.
He didn't know if the god of fate was ignoring him, or if the god of death was in his kingdom and couldn't hear his prayers at all.
He sighed, stood up again, and looked around at the pitch-black surroundings. "God of Death, can you tell me how to get out of here?"
The little skeleton watched quietly from the side as this strange living person drew some kind of pattern one moment and called upon the god of death the next.
It finally couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you a follower of the daytime prophet? Why don't you call upon your god, but instead pray to the god of death?"
Phil Gray chuckled. "I prayed to the Day Prophet in the Kingdom of Death, and Death probably won't let me out!"
“My god would never do that!” the little skeleton retorted in disagreement.
Then, it slowly approached Phil Gray, asking, "What should I call you?"
"Just call me Phil, what about you?"
“Phil, what a nice name. My name is Uriah, that’s… my name when I was alive.” The little skeleton’s mood sombered.
"How long have you been a skeleton?" Phil Gray asked.
Judging from the name, Little Skeleton must have been a male in life.
“It must have been a hundred years, but I’m not very talented. I’m still just a lowly undead soldier. Other undead look down on me. I usually live as a skeleton by myself.” Uriah seemed to squat down, and with the sound of bones grinding together, Phil Gray saw his spirit fire slowly move down.
Phil Gray tried to comfort him, tentatively patting his shoulder and feeling the smooth, cold skeleton. "It's okay. There's an old saying in my hometown: wild animals always roam alone, only cattle and sheep go in herds. Being alone... being a skeleton has many advantages. You can arrange your own time as you please and do what you want to do."
"Thank you!" The spiritual fire in the little skeleton's eyes seemed to shine even brighter. He slowly stood up. "You are the first person to comfort me in all these years."
Phil Gray smiled.
Then the man and the skeleton sat on the ground and talked about the situation in the Abyss of the Dead.
The ground was sticky to the touch, whether it was dirt or something else, but it wasn't shiny, making it impossible for Phil Gray to identify.
The first thing to solve now is how to see in the dark. The feeling of being passively blind is really not good. But as the little skeleton showed, if he ignites the flames of the sun, it will not only consume divine power, but also be too conspicuous in the darkness. It may scare some small undead, but for some powerful undead, he is like a dinner with candlelight, just waiting for them to have a good meal.
What should we do?
Phil Gray pondered deeply.
However, before he could come up with a solution, he heard Uriah suggest, "Your life force is too strong. If you don't want to reveal your identity, you'll have to disguise yourself."
"Oh?" Phil Gray suddenly remembered the deathly aura emanating from him when he first broke through to the Blessing level. Perhaps it would be feasible to use divine power to disguise it?
Thinking of this, he glanced at the little skeleton beside him. "There's a pill in my space stone that can temporarily make me emanate death energy. I'll try it out and see if you can still sense that I'm alive."
“Okay.” Uriah tilted her head, looking curiously at the green object that suddenly appeared in Phil Gray’s hand.
Immediately afterwards, he threw it into his mouth, and in an instant, a dense aura of death enveloped his entire body.
I really can't feel any life anymore!
Uriah was very surprised, "What kind of pill is this? It's amazing!"
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