There are three thousand realms in the world. Take one realm and call it Mustard Seed.
People in the world don't know that Mustard Seed is just one of the three thousand realms. Just because there are three realms in it, it calls itself the Three Realms.
The world is vast, time flies, and there are countless creatures. Each of the tens of thousands of living beings is only a handful. Even if you look at them for three hundred years, they are just as tiny as floating dust in the world.
In that world, there was a child, wearing a silver crown, watching the lights of the city from a wooden building.
"Zhiyi, do you know what is outside this city?"
In that world, there was once a girl who fought in the ring, causing blood all over the ground, with her head held high and her eyes blazing.
"I am the only disciple of the Tianfeng Clan in this generation, and the only one left on this stage. Venerable, do I have the qualifications to be a disciple?!"
There was once a girl in that world who committed suicide under the cypress tree with a sword in her hand.
"Ke Weibei, what do you need to do to stop the war?"
In that world, for hundreds of years, there were so many people and so many things. It was impossible to count them, and they were all stories.
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