"I've never seen a talking cat before,"
The hoarse voice rang out.
It seemed as if An Xiao had not spoken in a long time, stumbling over words as if a tape were jammed.
Yet Zhen Zhuoxiu couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Before meeting Lu Zixun, he had not encountered such a deviously cunning kitty.
"The world has always been this world, only now it is stratified."
"So-called 'from one comes two, from two comes three, from three comes all things.' There are three orders of worlds, and nine layers within each."
"The pathways in and out of each order of world have been purposely severed by the Ancient Gods."
Casting a glance at the World Mystery, Lu Zixun's eyes filled with contemplation. Three orders with nine layers?
If this was to be believed, Lu Zixun's previous guesses that the upper world was merely the three-layered world, the Crimson Land was the second-layer world, and human society the first-layer world, might hold true.
