Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Finally, finally, the time has come to “fight the earth”, to celebrate with flowers, roar, roar, roar!

If you can see this,

The old cow really had a tearful orbit and a great urge to cry when he tapped the word "Duel Earth” on the keyboard with his trembling hands.

Prove you've been asleep for hundreds or millions of years.

Three years, three years, more than a thousand days and nights, we finally got to this point, surrounded by a light monster, a thousand figures, an infinite circle of wonder, back to the starting point, and the final point.

It's not a novel.

Looking back over the past three years, whether it's National Day or New Year's Eve, whether it's something you or your family are doing, or even being hospitalized sick, at least two more times a day, the storm is unobstructed, and persevering to this day, it's really not easy, really - this long run of tens of millions of words can encounter too many changes, your physical health, your thoughts are exhausted, or some unspeakable force majeure… all sorts of disturbing things, any small factor, could be halfway to obsolescence or even total collapse.

This is not the real planet.

Fortunately, with the enthusiastic support of all brothers and sisters, the old cow and everyone have persisted. Although it is now a little tenosynovitis, a little lumbar muscle strain, a little unconscious to see the computer and want to throw up, but finally, it persists, which is really a “miracle”!

And you're not the one who did it for you.

Being able to write what I want most when my brain hole is the oldest and my body is barely up to date, and making a large number of like-minded friends, I can't help but say that it is the happiest thing in my life, and then, regardless of pen strength and thought, at least my strength and health will definitely become increasingly unable to keep up, it can't be like this for three years all the time, all the way to the raging, the raging.

We don't know how this is going to end up in jail.

Although there must still be such a problem in the 40,000 year old world built together by the old cow, which is not perfect or even humble, in any case, its prototype has finally been revealed and can bear the imagination of the old cow and the rest of the world, revealing the most glorious light.

But we need you, Multicosmic Sea. We need your help.

Don't be afraid of jokes, old cows sometimes even think that the whole story is not about my brain, but about some kind of mysterious power that keeps flowing out of my fingertips, and through keyboards, computers, and the Internet, in every reader's brain, it's different -- if that's the case, please help the old cow to make the whole story richer and better.

Wake up, spirits. Wake up. Six billion spirits who fought Hung Chao for hundreds of millions of years.

At this moment, no more pen ink can depict the hot blood and excitement of the old cow. Next, please join the old cow in our final world and enter the most wonderful chapter of the novel "40,000 Years of Fixing", let us join hands, work together and fight the planet!

The war has broken out and the horn is roaring.

Thank you, everyone. Tomorrow, the final "Earth Story" officially begins. Ho, ho, ho, ho. Don't forget all kinds of tickets.

Wake up!