"The butterfly knot emblem of the Butterfly Race."

Liu Jun's expression carried a hint of calmness as he quietly played with the offered butterfly knot in his hand.

Rustle, rustle!

The gentle and beautiful butterfly knot floated like a flower in his hand, swirling as if the strands within contained countless galaxies.

Perhaps, he could just take the tribute and leave without a trace.

But that would be theft!

It would be stealing!

And not becoming the ancient Prophet who taught the Butterfly Race civilization from the God of Longevity.

This was not the upright way.

A true Prophet would boldly read here, walk with grandeur and freedom across this land.

Therefore.

He had to stay and meet this "ancient being" once.

And if he stole something and sneaked away afterward?

Next time there's a lockdown, he might never be able to return.

To ensure a sustainable supply of resources, he would never engage in plundering to the extent of draining the pond to catch the fish.

Considering all these reasons.

He must stay to meet and connect with reality.

Danger and opportunity coexist.

Besides, he didn't think this action was too dangerous, just meeting the Angel King once.

Besides him, who would come to this Divine Hall on the Cangwu Tree? Thinking people just have nothing better to do?

Even if there were danger, he had various backup plans and assurances.

At this moment.

This Angel King suddenly lost his external dominance and authority, his body hunching as if he were an aged and venerable Angel Emperor:

"Prophet, you are the great existence everlasting in the world, while for me, time is rather toxic."

In his tone, there was unstoppable fatigue and helplessness,

"I want to ask... I want to ask..."

He hesitated for a moment:

"Is she still there?"

The students of Rehe City praised his courage, but many times he was merely holding on.

Ultimately, he was just that old Emperor approaching his end in those days, long unwilling to live, longing to burn out gloriously like a moth to a flame.

Yet he survived and came here.

Outside the window.

The rain droplets fell one by one.

Liu Jun and the Angel Emperor stood by the windowsill, the gentle sunlight spilling over them.

A beam of light fell on the figure of God, appearing extraordinarily sacred.

The Prophet's voice was infinitely gentle, "When one steps into immortality, one should know what they will gain and what they will lose."

"As a Longevity Seeker."

"Do not let the sorrow of an era become your sorrow."

"Do not let the life and death of the masses turn your heart to deadness."

The words struck like thunder into the mind of Insect Thirteen, as if feeling something, as if understanding something.

The Longevity Divine Spirit's expression was calm, looking at this old Emperor who wanted to speak but hesitated,

"Moreover, you want to ask what happened to them later. Many things happened after that, I fell into an eternal slumber again, what happened last, that Longevity Butterfly knows better than I do."

"He is the one who experienced all those things throughout."

Liu Jun's eyes slowly gazed at the other party.

History he did not know, for history had not happened, but he cleverly passed the buck to some scapegoat.

Xu Changsheng, is it?

The butterfly named Nachi from that era?

In the millennia of human history, he has also left behind some stories and legends.

Up to this day, he has experienced many things, perhaps even more, more lengthy than he, this sleeping Angel Emperor.

Unfortunately...

His memory revives intermittently.

Perhaps, he could rudely read memories, but his upright character wouldn't do such a thing.

It seems he can only wait a little.

The Prophet put down the butterfly knot in his hand, saying, "This awakening is indeed a new Divine Trial that is about to descend again, it's both an opportunity and a disaster."

"In this era, it's become very interesting."

The Prophet softly laughed, "For example, this city, everywhere is acid rain."

"They are very cruel to themselves." Insect Thirteen nodded.

In the past, every time the Butterfly Race climbed the Cangwu Tree, they would report various matters.

Now he couldn't help but report in a deep voice, explaining the development of this era:

"This era, in essence, is no different from our era, we weave bodies of flesh, they weave bodies of metal."

"And they have made some breakthroughs in technology in recent years, but the specifics are unclear..."

"From the progression, they are stronger than in the Xiangtuo Era."

Subsequently, Insect Thirteen continuously narrated various information he obtained.

As a Longevity God, the Prophet had cycles of slumber, often sleeping on the Cangwu Tree.

Now with this waking, he certainly did not fully understand the era.

Next, Liu Jun sat on a chair by the windowsill, reading a book, constantly listening to this Angel King's report, occasionally showing a hint of contemplation, but did not continue to speak.

He suddenly raised his hand, gentle light blossoming.

Rustle, rustle!

Pure white beams of light fell upon this White-winged Angel.

Like God personally bestowing a blessing.

Under the bright sunlight at the windowsill, it carried a kind of pure, sacred charm, like the scenes only found within mythical paintings.

Insect Thirteen felt a familiar sensation appearing on his body again.

Blessing.

In recent days, the power of Concealment and Longevity that had been bestowed upon him gradually faded away.

But now it was once again replenished, more enduring and abundant than the last time.

Just then.

Suddenly, sounds of attack came from outside, various explosions.

Outside this tree, beyond the Divine Hall's windows, were various angry roars and shouts.

"Bold cult, so you were diverting attention to attack the Tier 3 Intelligent Brain assembly line, to steal the Hot Carp, aiming to steal the Tree of Life!"

"How did you know, that we produce the Intelligent Brains of the Butterfly Race not on factory assembly lines but in the Tree of Life? Do we have your moles in our senior ranks?"

A voice full of madness and depravity resounded:

"Hahaha, only you can plant moles? We said we were making a pirated Water Brain, heavily enhanced version of 'Water and Fire Disaster,' and you immediately staked out?"

"Charge for me, attack Cangwu Tree, seize the Tree of Life."

As it turned out.

The information the Study Committee Member Li Chengshan's group of outer sect followers obtained was merely their bait and trap.

Hot Carp was the diversion.

Their target was the Tree of Origin.

This treasure from the Ancient Mythical Era, capable of weaving Butterfly Race's lives, held true infinite possibilities.

However, for the opponents to know such top-secret information, Rehe Heavy Industry was indeed heavily infiltrated.

Rumble!

Outside, the battle was raging.

That depraved voice continued to shout: "We've been watching your Super Position Saint Mecha, those who can't reach Rehe City, even if other Saints descend through the Mind Network, bringing a wisp of will, they're not necessarily our match!"

At Tier 4 of the Electric Realm, one can transform into a pure consciousness life form, rapidly arriving across space.

But Tier 5 involves a mecha body.

In essence, it also serves as the strongest nuclear weapon deterring this land, every move being watched.

Even those top Saints of Rehe Heavy Industry who've stepped into Tier 5, if they descend temporarily now, they'd still merely be fourth-tier consciousness forms, not to be feared.

"Kill!"

"Move faster!"

They resorted to ruthless tactics, acting with extraordinary speed.

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