Xiangtuo Mo's gaze fell upon Die Lvxin, and he spoke softly:

"Do you all remember how the Prophet once taught us to govern the country back then?"

"The rise of the Angel King is so swift, and with the Four Kings of the Angel Race, should I investigate them?"

They remained silent.

According to the Prophet's teachings, they indeed would investigate.

Because whether the other party is good or evil, it severely affects the safety of the entire Butterfly Race.

Not investigating makes one a foolish monarch with no sense of prevention.

That is to say,

Did the Butterfly Race Emperor discover Insect Seventy's background from the start?

Xiangtuo Mo murmured softly, his pupils losing focus, as if remembering distant years,

"Butterfly Era 60, the Phoenix Emperor's 60th grand birthday, the kings presented gifts, and Die Hongjun offered the rebellious Insect Dragon."

"That year, the Prophet imparted two great skills that changed the Butterfly Race, silken garments, and weaving life."

"That year, the Phoenix Emperor donned the beautiful Phoenix New Robe. Upon returning home, Butterfly Queen Die Lvxin also wished to weave a Phoenix New Robe; she said the Phoenix Emperor wouldn't mind,

but I said rules must be observed, and you should weave other garments, but not the phoenix one. Some cracks develop in this way.

Die Lvxin heeded the advice, resulting in the Vermilion Bird Clothing.

At that time, as I looked at my somewhat arrogant wife, a sudden fear gripped me. I had a premonition that our 'One Emperor and Four Marquis' might eventually see friendships shatter, disintegrating for the sake of royal power, where they fought each other viciously.

I discreetly investigated, discovering a conflict between my third brother Die Hongjun and my fourth sister Diechi Yin, as she was constantly sneaking off with Chi Hongjun's experimental products."

All Butterfly Race members remained silent.

"At that time, I had a new idea. I discovered Insect Seventy-seven, but I didn't expose her; I even fanned the flames."

"She wanted revenge, so I gave her an opportunity."

Xiangtuo Mo sighed softly, saying, "Thus unfolded such a scene, where she rallied the entire Angel Race and stormed the tree."

"On that day, the four Creation Angels severed ties before our eyes, wallowing in endless remorse in their later years..."

His gaze clouded, eventually resting upon the four Butterfly Race members in front of him: "I was warning you, as the Prophet said... killing the chicken to warn the monkey."

"Since then, you all began to carefully nurture this relationship, afraid to become like those four, fearful that you would fall into endless regret in your own later years."

"Fear makes you cherish and protect each other's relationships."

"Esteem binds you as you cautiously maintain the bonds of friendship."

The Butterfly Race members remained silent, the scene absolutely quiet. What a 'killing the chicken to warn the monkey,' making them witness the miserable fallout of brotherly strife, has made them cherish each other!

Die Hongjun sighed deeply.

At that time, he had been very annoyed by Diechi Yin sneaking off with his experimental subjects for barbecuing, but having seen the Four Kings of Angels, he no longer cared about such trivialities.

Indulging Diechi Yin's little greed with a fond attitude.

The other Butterfly Race lords were likewise, having their differences and minor conflicts back then, occasionally bickering.

They hadn't cared at the time, but what about after decades, a hundred years?

The cracks would never heal.

The founder's four angels falling apart, the miserable image in their later years... deeply shook their hearts, making the four Butterfly Race members on the tree fearful of becoming the next 'Four Great Angels.'

The Truth Angel, being incredibly clever, immediately sensed some anomaly:

"That year, I killed a Little Angel and framed Die Hongjun, but Die Hongjun coincidentally had an ironclad alibi at that exact time..."

"It was I who did it."

"There are no such overwhelming coincidences in the world."

Xiangtuo Mo said, "I wanted you to frame the Butterfly Race, yet also to ensure no real blame fell on them, needing to use your blood to mend our friendship, while we had to remain innocent."

"Just around those days, I subtly hinted to my fourth sister Diechi Yin, saying that our third brother's lab had developed a delicious Insect Dragon, so the Phoenix Emperor and Diechi Yin very energetically pestered Die Hongjun. They established a solid alibi, making you, who instigated the rebellion against the Cangwu Tree, the clown."

Diechi Yin's eyes widened, her expression complex: "Big brother, big brother, you..."

The Truth Angel continued, "The aged Angel King, out of guilt towards the Butterfly Race on the tree, went to probe the Creator God..."

"The evidence was provided by me in secret."

Xiangtuo Mo quietly stated, "It was I, the Butterfly Race Emperor, who first discovered history and sent you to probe. I knew the Angel King's nature; he loved battling all his life and, driven by his guilt, would go as far as to involve the entire lineage to challenge the Creator God, spearheading for us..."

"You actually exploited his guilt!"

The Truth Angel's expression grew complicated, "Then, the Divine Object of Emotions lent by the Butterfly Race on the tree to the Angel King back then..."

"Was also part of my plan."

Xiangtuo Mo said, "Do you remember I spent my life researching the fusion of Divine Objects, on how to become a god?"

"I said back then I had results, only needing a living specimen to attempt ascension."

A dreadful thought arose in the minds of the present Butterfly Race members, yes, back then, this one had been diligently researching how to become a new god...

"I found that the Divine Object required a lifetime of bitter and deep affection, so I not only devised a plan for you but also schemed for the second half of the Angel King's life, leaving him sorrowful and sleepless in his later years."

"Plagued his soul with pain, then lent him this Divine Object, giving him the Path to Divinity, letting him challenge the Creator God, breaking through between life and death."

"That battle showed, indeed, deep love cannot last... it suited him perfectly."

The people were once again silent, their spines cold.

Why did the Angel King's painful emotions fit so aptly with 'Deep Love is not Long-lived'? How did Die Lvxiang happen to provide the fusion path?

The Angel King, breaking through to divinity at the brink of despair, was purposeful all along, rather than some sheer coincidence.

"The Butterfly Race Emperor, truly cunning... you schemed an entire lifetime for me, and half a lifetime for him." The Truth Angel closed his eyes in anguish, "Do you know how despairing his later life was? He was so brave and upright; after attacking the Cangwu Tree, he became a tyrant, insomniac day and night, consumed with despair and guilt."

"And this guilt, is it actually given by you, the emperor of the Butterfly Race?" The Truth Angel laughed manically, "Hahaha! Well, well calculated!"

The truth was pretty much laid bare by now.

Xiangtuo Mo was the true hidden mastermind; after the birthday feast of the Butterfly Race, he sensed its division.

As the eldest brother, he started fearing the fragmentation among his siblings.

So, upon discovering the origins of Insect Seventy-seven, he propelled the entire situation forward.

He killed three birds with one stone.

1. He pulled back the Butterfly Race companions, who had divergences, bringing them together again, using the divided Four Kings Angels as a lesson, to cherish the friendship amongst the four brothers.

2. He manipulated the mindset of the Angel King, causing him to be melancholic for half his life, meeting the Divine Object, completing the "Path to Divinity" and becoming the first guinea pig.

3. He probed the possible existence of the Creator God, exploring the mystery of this world.

He was successful.

The One Emperor and Four Marquis of the Butterfly Race began to value their bond, maintaining an uninterrupted closeness to this day.

Truth Angel sighed, "The real hidden mastermind never shows traces, I fall short in comparison."

Xiangtuo Mo coughed, his voice rasped, "These years, I've kept matters buried in my heart, bearing the operation of the entire race, unable to let civilization be destroyed by my hand, knowing the gravity of my sins, beyond redemption."

He looked towards the Prophet, gently closing his eyes, breathing faint and indistinct:

"Prophet, among us there is a traitor, it's me... I was your first disciple initially, yet I betrayed all your teachings."

"I am sorry for you." Unknowingly, tears streamed down his face.

The Prophet looked at him quietly, only sighed gently.

Xiangtuo Mo chuckled lowly:

"After I depart, I wish for you four to cherish the friendship I have secured for you through unscrupulous means, to perpetuate it beyond my death."

"Will you always trust each other, even entrusting your lives into one another's hands, can you do it?"

The four members of the Butterfly Race nodded heavily.

"You will never become the new Four Kings Angels, for you have seen their fate."

Xiangtuo Mo watched Die Lvxin flying onto his shoulder, murmuring:

"You, with your obstinate nature, emotional and somewhat overbearing, I'm most worried about you. In future, listen more to the third brother."

"Okay." Die Lvxin, holding back tears.

Xiangtuo Mo croaked, "Old Third, Die Hongjun, stop fiddling with strange things in the lab all day, pay more attention henceforth, the entire Butterfly Race will be entrusted to you from now on."

"Old Fourth loves to eat, researching delicious species is also good, improving the race is a blessing for all living things."

"Old Fifth is a Martial Fool, you and Old Fourth are the pure ones."

"You two cultivate swiftly, as suitable Divine Objects descend, your pure hearts are actually most likely to become the next deity."

After giving advice to his siblings, he started discussing other matters.

"What I cannot let go the most in this life, is indeed the upcoming Divine Trial, I am too afraid, for fear of another inconceivable extinction disaster, destroying our Butterfly Race..."

"Unfortunately, after solving the Wisdom Disaster, this elder brother can no longer help you through the next trial, Third Brother, it will depend on you in the future."

Xiangtuo Mo looked at Die Hongjun.

Die Hongjun nodded, "I will."

Xiangtuo Mo said, "The divine trials, they resonate with the order and law of nature, not necessarily resolved by brute force, as I did with the riddle of left and right brain, letting the earthly beings become whole, solving the Wisdom Disaster naturally."

They all fell silent, sobbing without words.

"Let's discuss the matters ahead."

Xiangtuo Mo took it very openly, like a Butterfly Race government meeting,

"Another Water and Fire Disaster has been resolved; looking forward, all subsequent Divine Objects are best sealed and forged into Divine Artifacts for use."

Diechi Yin said, "Makes sense, after all, very few can integrate with Divine Objects to become Divine Spirits, it might be an era filled with Divinity Artifacts in the future."

Xiangtuo Mo's eyes slowly shut, his voice gradually softened, his breathing became more labored: "Perhaps, we should push for a blacksmith system? Divine Artifacts are inevitably the future, I think...I think..."

As everyone looked at the banquet, his snoring had already carried over.

Gurgle! His large belly rising and falling, a pair of huge elephant ears slowly drooped down, powerless.

"I think..."

"I think!!"

Diechi Yin shouted loudly, "Each Divine Object descends, seemingly choosing the nearest and most fitting existence."

Whoosh!

Xiangtuo Mo continued snoring, they continued their discussion on the banquet, maintaining the previous exchange.

Die Hongjun choked, continuing, "Indeed, the latest batches of Divine Objects all have this trait, wisdom, water and fire automatically selecting those who suit them,

and previously the wind, light, evolution, when we approached, were already three dead lands.

By current observations, perhaps they also initially chose suitable caterpillars, but the caterpillars of that era were too weak, Divine Objects descended, and they simply perished."

They kept analyzing, summarizing patterns.

At The Last Supper, they ate and talked.

"I think..."

"I feel..."

Unconsciously already shedding tears, silent, they quietly turned to look at the loud-snoring Elephant God.

Without the eldest brother, can we truly continue forward?

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