It's only the second day.

This series of books has become a hit!

A sensation!

Even renowned professors claim:

"The birth of this Butterfly Race school has partially changed the era and significantly altered the field of biology."

And several books are being released at once, with a large quantity to satisfy.

It caters to all kinds of people, even attracting those quirky different sects.

"Wisdom Disaster" is essentially a foundation weaving book.

A simple test arena for you to weave, then experiment, to enhance this technology.

But the third-tier books like "Angel King," "Water and Fire Disaster," and "The Last Supper" are open-world maps, using these weaving techniques to become a true Butterfly Race, to shine brightly within, changing the era.

Of course.

Just one tower defense book gave rise to various experts, crafting all sorts of chaotic ideas.

After all, even a simple foundational fairy tale book like "Amber Swallowtail Butterfly" was played out with various wintering and farming methods back then.

Let alone now?

They are still developing the other books.

It's like reading a history book and traveling back to that era to experience the customs and cultures!

Even altering some book plots.

Of course.

In the end, it's merely an Intelligent Brain simulated world, with many data points not being real.

Currently, the most popular is "The Last Supper."

"Ahhh, have you all read it? Die Lvxiang is the real mastermind behind the scenes."

"Huh?"

"Wasn't Insect Seventy-seven the mastermind? And later the Truth Angels?"

Soon, the sales of this book exploded.

A crowd went out of curiosity, wasn't there solid evidence they said the mastermind was Insect Seventy-seven?

Yet there's a reversal?

The Last Supper, at the banquet.

They watched an Elephant God's confession before the Divine Spirit, with sorrowful emotions spreading in their hearts.

He didn't avoid his crimes, calmly and emotionally narrating.

"Oh Prophet, among us, there is a traitor. It is I...I was your very first disciple, yet I betrayed all your teachings."

"I'm sorry for you."

How calm, how helpless, how regretful.

The atmosphere of that banquet was too desperate. The more they listened to his posthumous arrangements, discussing the Divine artifacts, crafting artifacts, the voice gradually softened...

At this moment, all the readers' hearts were gripped tightly, their eyes turning red.

This great man guarded the entire Butterfly Race, carefully protecting the race's beauty like porcelain.

He bore his sins, leaving a monument for future generations.

His spirit will be rooted in the hearts of countless Butterfly Race comrades, safeguarding their ever-blooming beauty.

Angel Emperor, Butterfly Race Emperor, these two idealists protecting their race.

Continuing to watch, they saw that majestic Divine Spirit hum gently on the mountain:

"You could have remained silent, died with honor and greatness, yet you spoke."

...

"The Butterfly Race should honor me not, but you."

...

"I merely spoke the law, you implemented it on this land."

...

"I merely paved a starting point for the Butterfly Race, you laid the race's spirit on this land, establishing an eternal legacy."

...

"I merely spoke, yet you acted."

The Prophet's final whispers moistened their eyes, saddened, with complicated emotions.

They were deeply immersed, as if there.

They saw a young civilization, a species in pursuit of beauty, growing among flowers, filled with curiosity and inquisitiveness, reaching out to the fire of civilization.

Truly beautiful.

This is the most beautiful thing.

"Boo hoo, the pile of napkins before me has become a small mountain, turning yellow from all the acid rain drunk yesterday, tears flowing uncontrollably with acidic tears, crying like a dog."

"Their king protected the beauty within the Butterfly Race, never falling to become like us humans, without intrigue, fighting for throne, or slaughtering each other."

"Oh great Angel King, you have gone to such lengths for us in Rehe City! The students of Rehe City thank you! That Butterfly Race Emperor is also so pitiful."

"We humans, how shameful."

"Ah, it's so heartbreaking, they are such good butterflies."

"The Prophet told the three giants, though you've sinned, you haven't turned evil, everyone is a good child, he said to the Butterfly Race Emperor as well."

"I'm crying myself to death!"

"So heartbreaking, so gut-wrenching."

"Even the whole of Rehe City is crying for you!"

The internet exploded, many saw the true essence.

This is the Butterfly Race.

People long for what they lack the most.

They too want to become beautiful heroes, roaring forward with song.

Rather than scheming, as all of human civilization has historically done, in self-sabotage.

At this moment, it seemed myriad internet bots began stirring emotions, posting heartfelt texts, wildly giving these books positive reviews.

A famous reviewer remarked: "This dynasty is as splendid as fireworks, they rush like moths to flame, arrogant and brave, cautiously protecting their delicate beauty like porcelain."

A filmmaker book director choked up:

"Those flying butterflies don't seem like worldly things, full of divine radiance, gleaming, making the whole world look dull."

A young top ten philanthropist sobbed: "This is a passion from the source of life, it is this moth-to-flame courage and purity that allowed their civilization to form a glorious epic hundreds of millions of years ago."

An ordinary representative voiced out:

"Jurassic biological explosion? Yes, turning life's raging waves into a biological explosion, shattering nature's pride, standing at the top of the food chain."

Modern people, deeply ashamed, deeply yearning.

Suddenly.

Amid the online laments, someone said:

"We read because we seek to help when encountering injustice."

"We've changed 'Amber Swallowtail Butterfly' from a fairy tale book, the fate of the little butterflies in the Jurassic who couldn't survive winter, now we can change 'The Last Supper' book."

With these words, it seemed someone remembered something.

"Saint Body, if the Saint Body, it can definitely save this great Knowledge Elephant God, let him live a second life beyond dementia."

"His historical tragedy is heart-wrenching, irreparable, at least save it in the book's world."

Someone was intensely passionate:

"Aren't we readers? Do you still have that unyielding spirit? Is the dream of establishing a purpose for the race, a mission for living creatures still there?"

"We learn to weave life in the trees, withstand wave after wave of attacks, weave to create a Saint Body, 'travel' past, in 'The Last Supper,' on this land, offer treasures to this king, changing this mythical epic in the book!"

"It's not just left and right brains, we traversing Butterfly Race have woven other things too! Brave hearts, keen eyes..."

"Oh Elephant God on the mountain, we've crossed an era to give you our blessings!"

"Since it's a fairy tale story."

"Then please weave a wonderful fairy tale ending with me."

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