"You kids, don't you read books? Who else but him opened the heavens and the earth for this world?"
Zuzi gently tapped the coffin, speaking softly, "Whether East or West, if it weren't for him pouring all his effort into creating the world, even if your ancestors molded you from clay, how would you find a place to settle and live?"
Zuzi did not mention any names.
But with just a few words, spoken elegantly, she made everyone around her stiffen, unable to help but feel a sense of reverence.
Anyone who received a traditional Empire education knows which ancestor opened the heavens for this chaotic world.
Legend has it that he exhausted his Divine Power to create a bright and clear abode for humanity between heaven and earth, but his body fell with a roar into the wilderness, transforming into mountains, rivers, and seas.
Just as the poet says, "His head became the four sacred mountains, his eyes the sun and moon, his fat the rivers and seas, his hair the plants and trees."
