If space is constant, the statues we build will not be destroyed by the turbulence of space and can always exist.

He began to question the irregular universe in which he lived for the first time, and it took root and sprouted like a seed.

He became dissatisfied.

But even though Yi Mang questioned it, he had no way to change it.

He could only lead his tribe to save money day after day to build statues, which would then be destroyed.

Thousands of years later, while concentrating on the sculpture, he found that his thinking was getting clearer and faster, and he could even vaguely see the inside of the body.

"I saw... myself?"

He stopped moving, as if he saw that his body was like another sculpture. Many details in it were imperfect and weak. He couldn't help but concentrate on exercising every part of his body and feel the deficiencies in it.

He was carving himself perfectly like a statue... Gradually, after another three years, he secretly felt that his life seemed to have broken through some kind of limit.

He entered a mysterious and mysterious state. When he woke up, several months had passed. There was a strange aura all over his body, and the entire universe shook violently. The stars were shining brightly, and the avenue was radiant. For a moment, it seemed like heaven and earth
Chapter completed!