[Great Dream of Longevity]: "This is a beautiful era that one yearns for, where even the mastermind behind the scenes is, in strict sense, not an evil person."
"It also grew into what the Prophet hoped for, wise, ticulous, principled, emotional and righteous."
"After all, the Prophet taught them etiquette and culture, as well as to respect the elderly and love the young, and that the enmity of killing one’s father is irreconcilable!"
"Even if she was filled with hatred her entire life, from start to finish, she was a beautiful butterfly."
"In childhood, she was enduring and tenacious, diligently spun a cocoon to transform into a butterfly."
"In youth, she beca a hero, expanded territories, and led the Angel Race."
"In old age, she started to plot, calculating against Die Hongjun, and even deliberately avoiding the rebellious two gods, only wanting to target her own enemy."
"Although the turmoil seed great, in fact, even when attacking the Cangwu Tree, not a single angel died. The Wise Angels rely carried a great army, threatening the Cangwu Tree, and blaming Die Hongjun."
"In her eyes, this was originally a certain victory plan, forcing the handover of the murderer with a legitimate reason with an army of thirty thousand, yet she didn’t anticipate the terrifying power of the gods, who ignored reasons, and defeated ten with one. She must have felt confused and desperate at that ti."
This is probably the truth of the entire historical enigma.
Everyone’s heart raced as they watched!
With the analysis of this "historian," they seed to truly return to that era, witnessing the life of a vengeful angel.
Alas!
Many couldn’t help but feel complex emotions.
They had thought she was an evil, malevolent elder, fearing death and plotting longevity.
They had thought there was a bad butterfly among the kind butterfly group, but it turned out... there wasn’t a single bad butterfly?
All were good people?
All were benevolent and righteous people?
Thinking of this, a group of literate scholars couldn’t help but feel guilty and sincerely acknowledged:
"The Prophet truly was a saint of education for a generation."
"He educated the world, making this era beautiful like a fairy tale, even more scholarly than the scholars’ era!"
"Even revenge is like a fairy tale... adorable."
...
Seeing the amazent in the entire comnt section, Liu Jun clearly understood the longing in their hearts:
"People always yearn for what they don’t have."
Our ti is dark, full of sches and intrigues, so of course we long for that beautiful fairy tale era.
In other words.
It was Liu Jun’s longing for the beautiful fairy tales of childhood that created the race of the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly.
It was Liu Jun’s yearning for such a kind and beautiful world that built such a world.
This world is a special attack for Liu Jun.
Isn’t it also the sa for these scholars?
Naturally, it would also trigger their G spot.
A definitive kill!
Perfectly hit their XP.
Quickly, so readers revisited the life story of this Angel King and even found various traces.
Insect Seventy-seven was too depressed, it seed there was sothing hidden in its heart from the beginning.
And it would wake up from nightmares in the nights accompanied by the Angel King.
Soon, even a video influencer edited a series of footage together and finally froze the fra on the scene of death.
The Angel King fell, embracing the corpse of Insect Seventy-seven that was burnt out by "Deep Love is not Long-lived."
And the caption read:
[The family massacre in that South Garden was the childhood shadow Insect Seventy-seven could never escape.]
[It struggled on the life-and-death line in the cocoon at Butterfly Valley countless tis, rembered that day escaping desperately from the overwhelming blood-red light in countless nightmares.]
[She broke through the cocoon to beco a butterfly, with her three companions, founded the Angel Race in the world of flowers, even though there were many mistakes, in the end, the magnificent divine war was gently smoothed by ti along with death.]
...
The video was released, coupled with inspiring accompanint, and the final luxurious death ending, many were saddened and moved to tears.
So netizens comnted:
"Poor our Emperor Insect Thirteen, didn’t want to know the truth all his life, yet it was revealed by a sand sculpture netizen a hundred million years later, how harsh! How can you let soone endure this pain."
"Ahhhh, you empires of truth, damn!"
"Hugs, I’m willing to be your new empress!"
[Dugu Wuxing]: "Ahhhh, what Insect Thirteen? That na isn’t his black history, but the road of flowers he walked on his arrival."
"Only people from the bottom have such nas; historically, there was an Innate Saint with a similar na, Zhu Chongba, this isn’t black history, but a dal of rising from a grassroots emperor!"
[Callia Blooming]: "Brothers, we’ve profited. Those using PC001 Amber Swallowtail Butterfly’s Intelligent Brain are blessed, as a big shot just posted the truth about Insect Seventy-seven’s life, Little Angel’s Intelligent Brain went up again, it’s reached 380,000."
"I personally estimate it’ll continue to rise, maybe even reach the price of a second-order Intelligent Brain, several million, finally I can pay off my mortgage! A wave of dividends, directly takes off! Angel Lord is forever my god!"
[Specialized in Driving]: "Ahhhh, these capitalists are at it again! Selling love stories and sentint, aren’t my other basic models worthy? So angry."
Watching the comnts, Insect Thirteen fell silent.
He indeed hadn’t thought of it.
How maddened were the humans of this era?
This mory caught up a hundred million years later, revealing everything.
"If she did it, those dead children must have been transferred."
Insect Thirteen was well aware of his wife’s thods, as she helped govern most of the country,
"I don’t know where those children were finally resettled, but regardless of any sches, today, a billion years later, they’ve probably long since vanished with the wind."
"A Prophet who lived through several epochs should know where those children went back then, if I et the Prophet, I will surely ask."
However, Liu Jun also doesn’t know where they went.
But he’s now preparing to see where those angels ran off to.
Browsing online, he surprisingly stumbled upon himself!
It left Liu Jun sowhat dumbfounded.
Finally, [Great Dream of Longevity] concluded:
"The story of the Angel King and Insect Seventy-seven is rely Butterfly Era lifting a small corner of its veil for us."
"I also yearn imnsely for that beautiful era in my heart."
"I can feel a certain grandeur, magnificence, and majestic beauty from it."
"Such a great and pure civilization, in the end, what kind of resplendent flowers will it blossom into? How did they destroy themselves?"
"We can foresee, this is a history full of splendid drama! Every ti one thinks of that vast and magnificent civilization myth, the epic of the ages, one can’t help but yearn for it!"
"We humans, compared to the vast universe, compared to an era’s civilization, are rely a speck in the ocean."
"In human ti scales, our re few hundred years of life are but a grain of dust compared to the vast butterfly civilization."
...
This final conclusion was like a finishing stroke, elevating the story’s the and attracting much reader discussion.
Staring at the screen, Liu Jun languidly sat in the chair, eyes flickering, showing a hint of satisfaction and gratitude.
You can’t see it.
But I have enough ti, energy, to wait, to manage, and develop all this.
He suddenly recalled the Tree of Life he planted not long ago.
"Indeed, I can personally advance this vast, resplendent, and grand mythological system, nurtured in my hands."
He stood up, looking at the misty window outside, with ample ti to enjoy everything.
Roaming in this civilization’s history, leaving his footprints, propelling the wheels of history, watching and waiting for the civilization’s seed to blossom into dazzling flowers.
Sighing, Liu Jun finally began to busy himself with proper matters,
"So many talented sand sculpture netizens."
"It just so happens I can go and see where that lost Angel Lineage went."
He beca curious, wanting to investigate the truth of the past.
He deliberately searched in Mushroom Soup, and at a glance, discovered sothing even more remarkable.
Alright, alright, alright!
You, Insect Seventy-seven, turned out to be a master?
Seems still alive?
Liu Jun showed a hint of surprise, watching how this Insect Seventy-seven unknowingly turned into a black-winged archangel.
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