Chen Ye and Gu Yue stood side by side atop a cliff on Behemoth Island.
Below them, towering waves battered the shore, churning up a thousand heaps of snow-white foam; above them stretched the boundless heavens, dotted with stars.
Chen Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair stirring gently in the wind. His deep black eyes seemed capable of piercing the barriers of time and space as he gazed into the endless distance.
"Miss Gu Yue, do you know what the Myriad Heavens and Worlds are?"
Chen Ye's voice was low and rich, especially clear in the stillness of the night.
Gu Yue tilted her head slightly, her long silver hair falling over her shoulders. A flicker of confusion crossed her purple eyes.
"Do you mean... countless different worlds?"
"That is merely what appears on the surface."
Chen Ye shook his head, a meaningful smile curling his lips.
He raised a hand and lightly tapped the Void with his fingertip.
Hum—
A golden ripple spread through the air. Then countless points of light emerged from it, each like a tiny world, shining with a different radiance.
"The essence of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds is 'possibility.'"
Chen Ye pointed at the lights and explained slowly.
"You can think of our world, the Origin Main World, as the trunk of a towering tree. The Myriad Heavens and Worlds are the countless branches and leaves growing from that tree."
"Every choice, every coincidence, every unforeseen event gives rise to a new world."
"For example..."
Chen Ye's gaze grew distant, as though he had returned to the remote past.
"In the long river of history, Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, unified the six kingdoms and founded the Great Qin Empire. But after his death, the Second Emperor of Qin,