Chapter 82: Chapter 79: The Era of the Butterfly Race Has Ended

On the Cangwu Tree, the atmosphere was sorrowful.

"Exploring the extraordinary, this path is not easy to tread!"

Liu Jun looked at this reborn Elephant God, feeling a bit regretful.

Even if I strive to help, most things in this world don’t go as desired.

The Saint Body, too difficult!

Every civilization system pioneered by the sages of humanity in the past emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, through endless trial and error, growing amidst blood and tears.

I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate.

Even if I am this so-called fate.

Now, I am powerless to interfere with the operation of the world’s life and death order.

Unless, one day, I stumble upon a life-and-death type of mushroom.

Boom!

At this moment.

The Hammer of Evolution in the Divine Hall suddenly started buzzing.

As if being pulled by some mysterious force, it was emitting tiny stars, with the great power of evolution blossoming.

The Divine Artifact trembled, seemingly sensing a life that resonated with it.

Liu Jun said indifferently, "Go fetch the Divine Object."

The Truth Angel turned and left.

Soon, the Hammer of Evolution was retrieved and thrown to the distant Xiangtuo Mo.

Crash!

In an instant, the Hammer of Evolution fused into its body, allowing it to grasp new powers.

Evolution!

It transformed into a Saint Body, surprisingly resonating with this power of mycelial evolution.

The third deity after the Truth Angel thus came into being.

"Between life and death, lies great terror," sighed the Longevity Divine Spirit:

"Congratulations."

The Angel King and Angel Queen of those days created miracles after their deaths.

Now Xiangtuo Mo also arduously took this step.

"Have I succeeded?"

Beneath the Divine Tree, Xiangtuo Mo was dazed and lost, "How did I succeed?"

It’s not that he didn’t want to become a god; he dreamed of becoming a god.

He was the one with the deepest obsession among all his siblings.

His life as the Emperor of the Butterfly Race was spent studying the Divine Object on the Cangwu Tree.

He even schemed against the Angel King, using him to probe that step, helping himself to experiment with the method of fusing with the Divine Object.

Yet now, when he finally took that step, he didn’t know what expression to show.

Gratitude?

Joy?

None of these.

He only lamented the fickleness of fate.

He always wanted to ascend to divinity with Die Lvxin and his siblings, but now it was all meaningless.

After a while, he let out a sigh.

"God, I intend to end the era of our Butterfly Race."

His voice carried infinite exhaustion,

"I will seal the ancestral land of the Butterfly Race, cease the propagation of our children, and the weaving method will no longer exist in the world."

"I wish to end the era of the biological big bang of creation."

"I also plan to bury this creative ocean, the Azure Rope Milk Sea."

Upon hearing these words, the Longevity Divine Spirit softly said, "Summon a meeting."

Soon.

The Butterfly Race meeting was convened again.

It seemed to continue from the last The Last Supper.

Last time, they had predicted that it was their last gathering, that someone would be missing the next time.

But they didn’t expect it would be the second sister who would be missing.

This Elephant God sat cross-legged, watching the Cangwu Tree across from him, as enormous as himself, and the Butterfly Race upon it:

"In the current era, life has three types of wisdom; they have already generated various positive and negative thoughts and are no longer pure."

His first words pinpointed the main theme.

The Butterfly Race was previously Middle Wisdom.

This not only represented moderate wisdom but also symbolized emotional thinking and the good and kind side.

Thus, the entire Butterfly Race was benevolent and pure.

But now, with the popularization of High Wisdom, even with good education, perhaps some evildoers might emerge.

Of course.

This is just his worst conjecture.

Most of the time, under good education, the people are kind and simple.

But he wants to maintain the purity of the Butterfly Race, to retire, to vanish from the world.

He wishes to fulfill Die Lvxin’s last wish.

Firstly, the benevolent and pure Butterfly Race never pursued material desires; living in the sea of flowers was actually their happiest time.

Secondly, as the biological big bang reached this point, the number of species was about enough, and the creative Butterfly Race left nothing else to contribute.

In the days to come.

The existing races can continue through reproduction to extend their lineage.

After he finished laying everything out, he said to his siblings:

"I wish to eternally preserve the beauty of the Butterfly Race, for the creation myth of the Butterfly Race to gracefully reach its end."

"The Butterfly Race should retire at its most beautiful moment, rather than hold on until it decays."

Xiangtuo Mo softly requested.

The Prophet sighed, glancing at the other members of the Butterfly Race, and seeing them all nod, he sighed again:

"If this is your wish, then so be it."

...

Xiangtuo Mo left the Cangwu Tree.

His next policy was to gradually make the Butterfly Race on this land disappear.

The Chapters belonging to the Butterfly Race would come to an end.

And the future era would be the Xiangtuo Era.

The end of an era of creation also means the true beginning of civilized history.

Just like the dawn of time, creating endless roles.

Now, they were just beginning to step onto the stage of history.

And the protagonist of the era was undoubtedly the Saint.

Everything would be guided by him as the torch-bearing guide god, leading all living beings forward in a roar.

His mighty and perfect body was destined to pioneer a new era, creating an extraordinary system known as the Path of Flesh and Blood.

"The new era has begun."

...

Xiangtuo Mo walked back to his city.

In the city-state, they watched that vast and majestic Divine Spirit step forward.

He, as grand as a mountain, carried an ancient and heavy aura, his plump belly filled with endless knowledge.

On the streets, angels and elves were humming sorrowful songs.

They were like little fireflies, carrying lanterns and flower baskets, circling around this gigantic Elephant God.

This land was welcoming the return of their emperor.

They sang:

"When the Elephant God grows old, the beautiful queen transforms into a bird and flies out of the window, full of determination~"

A faint song drifted down from the sky.

"~~~She is as brave as the Elephant God, crossing the Netherworld, the seas, stepping across the labyrinth, entering the cave. When the footless bird ends his great journey, the queen resurrects her beloved king. She adorned herself in the most beautiful garments, stepping into eternal beauty."

This was the new movement "Wings of the Legless Bird" composed together by the young sirens, humming like a pilgrimage, and some were already in tears.

...

In the palace.

Countless ministers and each giant stood solemnly on both sides of the grand hall.

Listening to the mournful songs throughout the city, all commemorating the queen’s achievements, mourning for her.

The entire city was immersed in an extremely sorrowful atmosphere.

The entire civilization would remember this great and sacred journey, eternal as a mythological epic.

"Great God of Knowledge, why is there a terrifying force field around you?"

"You make us unable to look directly, as if seeing storms, abrupt rain, and tsunamis."

The ministers couldn’t help but ask.

"Heart Image."

"The fusion of body and soul will produce a terrifying power."

"This is the power I discovered with the queen; I call it Heart Image."

Xiangtuo Mo sat on the throne, slowly closing his eyes.

The era was progressing, and with it, the new system was thriving.

The term Heart Image gradually spread across the land, along with the stories of the god and queen sung by the angels of wandering poets.

...

Opening their eyes, several researchers were rubbing their eyes, not knowing when their eyes became a little wet.

It was like they had a poignant and ancient beautiful long dream.

Inside were beautiful melodies, wonderful poems, admirable love, brave warriors, and heroes.

They were extremely excited:

"My god, last night’s sequel to ’The Last Supper’ that you all wrote, brought in all the emotions, playing the roles perfectly, wonderful! So wonderful!"

"Footless bird, kind ones, let’s help her together!"

They eagerly discussed.

However, someone soon raised questions.

"Why were last night’s NPCs so agile? On the contrary, I felt a bit muddled, like having an unconscious dream, losing some sense of agency."

"Indeed, Die Lvxin in the dream was so vivid! In ’The Last Supper’ plot, she was so proactive, even leading that era everywhere!"

They became a bit suspicious.

"It was already great."

"I had a burst of inspiration, and I feel we are about to complete it!"

"We are going to advance the entire era, and we are aiming to win this year’s Confucian Biology Award!"

They were very happy, incredibly excited.

Among them, two lovers were also looking at each other.

Daydreaming leads to dreaming at night.

They were together in the dream too, respectively as the pair of siren princess and angel prince, sticking together doing research.

But in reality, they had been arguing recently.

After last night’s pure love story, they felt something in their hearts, decided to end the cold war, see each other, and forgive the other.

Obviously.

They still don’t know the truth of that dream yet.

They just felt that the experiences in that book were somewhat special, making them extremely excited.

Although.

They were in a daze last night but made new breakthroughs in eyes, ears, mouth, nose, etc.

"Last night, it was so real, a burst of inspiration!"

"Indeed, ordinary books have a virtual feeling, but last night felt very real."

"I have a premonition that after last night, the Saint Body we researched will soon emerge."

They excitedly discussed, rebooting the book, ready to continue their research.

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