Xuanyang Volume 17 page says: The three thousand worlds are: 1. Small chiliocosm. 2. Middle chiliocosm. 3. Great chiliocosm. It is said that one sun and moon illuminate, named one world.

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  How many worlds are there in the universe, Mu Ge didnt know. She only knew that she had died and her body was blown to pieces. But when she regained consciousness, she felt a dull, dark, crowded space wrapped in bloody air...

  Linchuan, the name of this continent.

  Fine sand swept over, on the barren land, gullies carved out by knives and axes were filled with bright red blood.

  Blood light, invaded the gray-white sky, the scorching sun was wrapped in blood color, blocking its heat.

  Countless corpses wearing armor of war lay silently, merging with the yellow sand of the earth. Or perhaps they had already become a part of this desolate land at the moment their lives disappeared.

  Suddenly, a slight movement occurred on top of a mountain-like pile of corpses.

  A hand stained with fresh blood and filled with dirt under the fingernails struggled to stretch out from the gap, eerie and terrifying!

  That hand, exposed outside the mountain of corpses, was swept by the cold wind and couldnt help but tremble slightly.

  After a few moments, the blood-stained hand forcibly pried open the corpse within arms reach, and gradually, the gap grew larger and larger.

  "Whoa——!"

  A muffled sound, faintly coming from the gap.

  That sound was as if it were a kind of finally released emotion, and also like the transmission of hidden endurance due to the pain that cut into the bone.

  On the mountain of corpses, from the gap that had been enlarged by human effort, another bloody hand stretched out. The two hands worked tirelessly like machines, and finally, the gap that could only barely accommodate one hand was now large enough to hold an entire person.

  The originally piled-up corpses also slid down in all directions and merged into the sea of corpses.

  "Cough...cough..." Greedily taking a deep breath of the outside air, but resulting in violent coughing in the chest cavity.

  A slender and delicate body, curled up with legs, sat in the cave dug out by him, leaning against the corpse, gazing up at the blood-colored sky with that wheel of bloody sun.

  Black and red, blood and grime obscured her features, only a pair of clear and transparent eyes were visible, as if they had seen through everything in the world.

  She stood silently, her originally crimson red armor like a fierce flame had long been damaged beyond recognition, its former glory nowhere to be seen.

  Leaning against the corpse, the stench of blood and rot surrounded her nostrils. Yet she didnt show any discomfort, as if she had long been accustomed to it. She remained still, except for those clear eyes that shone with a hint of life, or else she would have been no different from the surrounding corpses.

  "I died and came back to life?"

  "Hmph!" A faint, disdainful snort escaped her nose. She raised her filthy hand and gently stroked the dry, blood-stained hair that fell across her forehead.

  This feeling, this scene, such actions, if done by others, would probably only make people feel terrified, disgusted and hateful. But when she does it, it just happens to make people feel so delightful, elegant and charming.

  A faint sound, dispersed all around.

  In those clear and transparent eyes, a faint layer of sorrow floated.

  But in an instant, it was gone without a trace.

  Yes, she died and came back to life.

  Death, but a clichéd and melodramatic story of loyalty and betrayal.

  In her past life, someone described her as dazzling as the moon, with stars accompanying her. Perhaps it was this that led to her final outcome. Human jealousy, when stirred up, can destroy a world.

  At this moment, the only thing she clearly knew was that she was still alive. She could still breathe smoothly and feel the blood flowing in her limbs.

  A searing pain, like her bones were cracking, made her clearly understand what it meant to be alive.

  The clothes that covered her body, everything in sight around her, were all telling her that this was not the world she was familiar with. Perhaps this was the underworld? Or perhaps it was another unknown world?

  "Hah!"

  With a reckless and arrogant smile rising from the corner of her mouth, her parted lips faintly revealed the neat teeth inside.

  With a forceful push of both hands, she borrowed this strength to jump up from the ground, disregarding her entire bodys bones cracking and her meridians knotting in pain. She took large strides forward.

  She walked out of the mountain of corpses covering him, but still stood in a sea of corpses.

  Her tall and resolute back, couldnt see the great pain she was enduring at this moment. As if even if the sky fell, it wouldnt bend her spine.

  "Whether its the underworld or the world of gods and demons? Since Im here... If I were a Buddha, there would be no demons in the world. If I were a demon, then... what can the Buddha do to me?"

  "My fate is in my own hands, not in heavens!"

  With these bold words, the weakly beating heart hidden in his chest began to beat violently, and the strong heartbeat sounded a kind of unyielding stubbornness, echoing in his ears, like thunder.

  Taking a deep breath, the chilly air filled his lungs, bringing a scorching, piercing pain that was somehow pleasant.

  She suddenly turned around, and her clear eyes reflected again the mountain of corpses that pressed her down.

  She is neither brain-damaged nor ignorant. On the contrary, she has rich experience and can see at a glance the cause of death of soldiers wearing uniform armor.

  They died in order to protect her.

  In order to protect her, these warriors had their backs full of sharp arrows, and with their fingers tightly clasped together, they plunged head-on into the final posture in the center without exception. He saw their desperation, anger, unwillingness, and the will to sacrifice their lives for their mission.

  They have something in common with her from their past lives.

  Its a pity that they sacrificed their lives, using hundreds of corpses to cast a solid and safe fortress, but ultimately failed to protect the person they wanted to protect, and instead made it cheaper for her.

  He pulled out a lighter from his leather belt around his waist.

  This thing is an original lighter. Although it has never been used, it doesnt hinder her from effortlessly pulling out the cover, letting air and phosphorus powder come into contact, igniting sparks.

  A spark rises, jumping excitedly on the lighter.

  She didnt even look at it and threw it away with a flick of her hand.

  The firework drew a semicircle in the air and finally landed on that mountain of corpses.

  Bump!

  Flames shot up into the sky, and a deep orange glow enveloped him.

  "Since Ive taken the body of the person you want to protect, I wont let you lie dead in the wilderness. This fire will send you on your way, may you rest in peace from now on."

  The voice was low and muted, yet it was surprisingly clear and cold, as if a layer of frost had been added, but also lazy enough to make people dare not underestimate.

  A great fire is spreading across the wasteland.

  She turned and left without any hesitation. The only thing that saw her off was the raging fire behind her.

  The deceased is gone, but she must live on!

  Tick-tock——tick-tock——

  The horseshoes were getting closer and closer, as if they would appear before her eyes in just another moment.

  Her clear and cold eyes slightly condensed, she stopped her leaving footsteps. She raised her gaze to look far away, in the blur, only saw a dozen or so swift horses galloping towards her.

  So fast!

  Her eyes narrowed, those horses, as if treading on the wind, that speed, surpassed her understanding of the speed of such a creature.

  "Big brother, theres actually something alive!"

  The sound of horseshoes drew near, and the voices of conversation also carried into her ears on the wind.

  "I dont care if youre dead or alive, Im making a fortune from this war! Now, everything on this desolate battlefield belongs to me!" The arrogant voice was mixed with maniacal laughter.

  Its clear in my mind.

  There is a group of people who always like to take advantage of the dead and gain some benefits.

  "Big brother, what about the one whos still alive?" the subordinate asked again.

  "Alive?" A cruel and indifferent voice came: "Looks good, take it back, find someone to sell. Looks ugly, kill on the spot, no need for so much nonsense!"

  Sell? Kill?

  Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold, sharp gaze flickered. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her dry, cracked mouth.

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