While the other three were doing their utmost to complete the tasks of their respective worlds. Liu Yang had come to the second world of the thousand worlds.
Unlike the first world that was a huge forest, the second world was a large city with a hundred thousand inhabitants, but there was no celebration or shouting, there was only a deadly silence. People had strange and dead looks.
The situation of the second world was like the first, no one could die or grow old, even after millions of years, the appearance and quantity of people in this city was the same. The agony of living a life without direction and nothing to do for millions of years was terrible.
The greatest dream of the people outside the secret realm was the nightmare of those who were trapped within a thousand worlds.
A light shone and Liu Yang appeared inside a dusty hut, it seemed as if no one had been visiting this place for millions of years. He waved his hand and everything was cleaned instantly.
