"Brother Ying Zheng, what do you mean by 'the rise of myriad tribes' you just mentioned?" Zhang Menglong suddenly took note of a term Ying Zheng had mentioned earlier.
"Exactly, you just got here and aren't very familiar with the situation yet, nor have you encountered anyone besides us," Ying Zheng said, "The enormity of this world exceeds any I have ever been to before. It is said that the doors to here are scattered across various worlds."
"Does that mean the God Race's world is just one among countless worlds?" Prior to this, Zhang Menglong always thought that the God Race's world was a top-level world, but now it seems that it's just one among countless worlds, and there are many worlds at the same level as it.
"Of course," Ying Zheng said, "Perhaps the humans from your previous world weren't fully aware of worlds beyond theirs, but in my world, although there wasn't a clear definition of Supreme Worlds, we did know about the existence of countless parallel worlds!"
