There were many ways to interpret the Three Thousand Worlds.
In Lu Bei's original plan, every leaf, flower, and blade of grass was a Small World. The sun, moon, and stars were the same; they all fit the concept of a Small World.
Taking one thousand as a whole number, one thousand Small Worlds formed one Lesser Thousand World.
One thousand Lesser Thousand Worlds formed one Middle Thousand World, and one thousand Middle Thousand Worlds formed one Greater Thousand World. Because the large, middle, and small tiers progressed one after another, they were called the Three Thousand Worlds.
Countless worlds formed a multidimensional cosmic space, spreading outward from the Central Heaven Great World. There were infinite dimensional spaces, and likewise infinite Three Thousand Worlds.
Thus, the Heavenly Emperor, Great Heavenly Venerate, ruled over all the heavens!
But clearly, the weakling Heavenly Dao could not realize his plan. Its abilities were limited, as was the weight of the worlds it could bear. It could not withstand Lu Bei's vigorous whipping.
Forget the feeble Heavenly Dao—even before the Heavenly Book had been torn apart, it could not have pulled off such a massive undertaking. If it had really possessed that ability, the Great Heavenly Venerate would not merely have failed to tear up the Heavenly Book; he could not even have ripped off its cover.
Having dreams was a good thing, but they had to be grounded in reality. Otherwise, they were all just daydreams.
Lu Bei settled for less and redrew his plan to open up the Myriad Heavens. This time, it was realistic: the Myriad Heavens would be a fixed number—one thousand Greater Worlds, three thousand Middle Worlds, and nine thousand Small Worlds.
The concept of a Small World remained flowers and plants. The concept of a Middle World was