There are five continents in heaven and earth.
Ningzhou is in the middle, the righteous way is prosperous, the things are rich and precious, and the monks are like clouds. Lanzhou is in the west, where the devil is entrenched and blood mist covers the sky. Lianzhou is in the east, deep in the mist, where thousands of monsters are dormant. Huaizhou is in the south, isolated overseas. Cangzhou is above, where the transformed gods can enter, and the hometown of hundreds of tribes cannot be seen by humans.
There are roads connecting the five continents.
There are thousands of roads, and people have walked them thousands of times. Some people walked up, some walked down, and some disappeared without a trace. But no matter which road you take, you will end up at a place——
The place to be.
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Everything in the world has its origin.
Someone comes from the blood, wrapped in invisible threads. One end of those threads is connected to the past, one end is stretching towards the future, and the middle is wrapped around the neck in circles, making people breathless.
Some people call that cause and effect.
Some people call that life.
It doesn't matter what it's called. The important thing is that from the day you were born, they have been wrapped around you, round and round, layer by layer, until they wrap you up into a cocoon.
Then what?
Then you emerge from the cocoon.
Or die in a cocoon.
