"The gate of Xuan Ni is the root of heaven and earth." Mo Mo actually recited it casually. "Everything in the world is born from the birth canal of the black cow."

Lan Ze thought for a while and asked curiously: "...In the beginning, eggs were born from cows, right?"

"No. What the cow gave birth to is part of the cycle. The projection of God left the shape of the black cow and gave birth to the time dimension of everything in the world, which is the time field of the universe..."

"My mind is so messed up."

"It's not messy at all, just listen to me and I'll sort it out for you..."

All in all, black and cow have a strange status in the space city.

The great discussion initiated by Zhang He at that time forced various schools of thought to use Chinese language to describe concepts and analyze problems.

As the official language and universal language, the Chinese language has taken root in the depths of the thoughts and beliefs of various sects that had not yet become religious orders at that time.

To a certain extent, it can be said that the cult was spawned by Zhang He himself.

She unified the universe of thought and rubbed an egg with her own hands. Inside the egg was a guy she didn't know, struggling to be born. She held a sharp ax and split open the space city with one blow.

Then, she collapsed along with the old universe.

After Lan Ze finished communicating with Mo Mo, he kept feeling a little dizzy.

Some cows, clay balls, Nuwa, and space cracks were floating around in his mind.
Chapter completed!