A New Qin Sheng

In the boundless space of darkness, there was no concept of direction, nor did time flow. It seemed like illusory nothingness, yet also like true eternity.

The only light that illuminated this place came from the twenty-two bright stars hanging high in the sky.

Within every star was a phantom figure, representing a person from a different world.

They were all doing different things: forging the Martial Dao, comprehending Godhood, sensing the sun, devouring Heavenly Flames, playing basketball...

This was Infinite Land, which had provided a tiny, insignificant bit of help along Qin Sheng's path of cultivation.

Qin Sheng appeared here, where another version of himself was looking up at the stars filling the sky.

This Qin Sheng wore a long black coat and a black top hat, in a style different from both the ancient and modern Qin Shengs.

He had a relatively classical air about him.

Why did only one of us die this time...

Cough, cough. Sinful, sinful.

One of me actually died this time. It pains Sheng's heart—what agony!

"I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at that expression." The Qin Sheng in the coat glanced at Qin Sheng and sighed.

"I really am not human."

But if it had been him, he would have thought the same thing.

Why was Qin Sheng so bad?

"I call this place Infinite Land," Qin Sheng said.

Coat Qin Sheng nodded. "A name that suits this place's characteristics well. You have good taste. I already know the basic situation of Infinite Land—knowledge gained through death."

"Are these the Qin Shengs who have already died?" Coat Qin Sheng's gaze swept over several particularly unusual worlds, his eyes full of astonishment.

There were so many worlds, each with vastly different styles and all kinds of circumstances. Seeing them for