The Real World and the Outer Dimension are not connected like soap bubbles on the surface of water.
Instead, they overlap, interweave, and merge with one another.
It's like on the same traffic-jammed road during evening rush hour, there are eighteen-hand Xialis worth a few thousand bucks and luxurious Porsche sports cars worth millions.
Inside the driver's cabin of the Xiali, the hundred-year-old floor mats are soaked with Li Qun cigarette ashes.
On the passenger seat of the Porsche, there are the stockings left behind by the previous girl and lipstick by Yves Saint Laurent.
The sorrow and joy of people do not connect with each other.
But under the red light, everyone is equal again.
On the vast desolate land, an old monk with his head bowed slowly and steadily removes a gemstone ring from his finger.
Tiny specks of starlight sparkle within the large gemstone, as if it holds an entire galaxy.
With a crisp crack, the gemstone shatters.
"Barbaric."
The old monk sighs softly.
