Three Thousand Realms and One Hundred Thousand Paths

On a rainy night, Yun Chen was about to die under the cold muzzle of a gun, but his eyes were too calm, even a little tired. "Goodbye, I've had a wonderful life." As soon as the words were spoken, a gunshot rang out. The clouds and dust turned into little stars and scattered in this world. When he opened his eyes again, Yun Chen returned to the fantasy world that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him.