"Are you Crazy?!!!"
Sunny yelled, standing on the precipice of a jagged peak. He stared into the abyss below. It was an endless throat of darkness, so deep that the concept of a "ground" seemed like a lie. The wind here was a physical assault, howling like lost souls.
The God of Death stood some feet behind him, his arms folded behind his back, his robes fluttering in the gale that didn't seem to touch his skin.
"You can't do such an easy thing?" He asked with a frown, sounding genuinely disappointed.
"Wait! You fucking want me to destroy all my cultivation and become powerless, an ordinary human without a single trace of spirit energy! And after that! I will climb down this mountain, past the infested zone, and retrieve an artifact!" Sunny gestured wildly at the drop.
"Do you even understand what you're saying?" He yelled, his voice cracking against the wind, as he stepped towards the god.
