Myriad Worlds: Who Says Being Strong Isn't a Superpower?

One day, the wage slaves of the infinite worlds gathered together in a cheerful atmosphere and started guessing what the first world each of them had entered was like:

"Hong Kong and Taiwan."

"A martial arts tournament at Dragon Village, but Sister Xia is still young."

"The West."

"Bats, dogs, and people. Pretty clichéd, really. The main thing is that the vampires have fangs."

"China."

"The Republican era, ghosts, and that right from the first round. Can your body even take it?"

"Japan and Korea."

"Elbows flying from the start, then the domain expands? How did you even survive that?"

"..."

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"Come on, tell us. You went to Shinjuku to fight!"

"..."

"Even if you'd started out watching a videotape, I wouldn't be jealous!"

Qi Huang looked a little awkward.

"Taimanin."

A pair of unfriendly eyes turned toward him, then another, until all eyes were on him.

In the void beyond Buzhou, the heart of man is held to account;

For six days the sun hangs alone, and all principles are brought together.

The bones become kindling, the flame is passed on, the spell endures;

At the end of all things, life is spent, and silver borrowed to pay for the law.

This body is not yet ash, its divine will strides everywhere;

This heart is not yet hollow, it roams without constraint.

The universe is not dark. The universe is still cruel:

Only at this moment,

Qi Huang has not yet arrived, still beyond the world.

This book is also known as: Tales from Beyond the World