If I hadn’t appeared, Xu Changsheng would be the true protagonist of the Eternal Life plot!
The school beauty cancelled the engagent, the school face-slapping, rising through the college entrance exam, overthrowing major companies.
Years ago, I planted a flower sowhere, which now beca a heavenly treasure.
Lately, I saved a child sowhere, who later beca a deity of that place.
Directly reaching the peak.
If it’s just like this, there’s nothing much to it.
But beneath the books, there’s surprisingly a row of brand-new annotations.
[Code na: Zhou People, originally traced back to last week’s era, through various dynasties, with mysterious origin.]
[Once propagated the law in India, nad deities like Agni and Valuna, initially unconcerned, until noticing the image of the Zhou People in those books, suspected to be granted longevity by the God of Longevity.]
[The birth years of the Zhou People have been overturned, and need to be traced back to even earlier years.]
There’s also a picture accompanying it.
It’s a confidential excerpt deleted in advance from the book "Wisdom Disaster", not publicly disclosed.
A majestic figure wearing a Butterfly Crown, clad in luxurious feather clothes, surrounded by threads forming into airflow, as if creating thousands of lives, the eternal master of ancient years.
He extends a hand to gently stroke the head of a small insect.
"Little fellow, you are not bad."
"Being the first divine born in this era, in that case, I shall bestow a blessing upon you."
"Grant you longevity."
The scene seed to freeze in that mont, becoming an eternal portrait in ancient history.
[The Immortal strokes my head, ties a knot to grant longevity]
[Zhou People, once friends with the deity of ancient Butterfly Race. During the law propagation in Human India’s age, they nostalgically took the nas of those Indian deities, leaving the mythological tales of the Butterfly Race worldwide.]
...
Reversing the Pole Star?
Liu Jun was stunned seeing this.
After Xu Changsheng helped the Elephant God unify the world, ruling over the Giant Race, he enthusiastically started naming them Agni, Valuna...
It must be the unconsciousness in dreams ddling.
He was here several millennia ago, the batch from India ca first, then ca these "Jurassic" giant nas.
And now, is it reversing the Pole Star?
Do they think it’s Xu Changsheng reminiscing about the past?
However, Liu Jun didn’t mind at all.
Just re nas.
[Not only that, it’s likely that the Zhou People are also associated with other regional historical myths, having deep interaction with the God of Longevity.]
[At this mont, perhaps hiding in secret, allied with Angel King, his old friend.]
[Furthermore, the nas they took are in the Butterfly Race’s scripts, maybe those deities have different nas in various myths, existing in myths of different regions, perhaps resembling figures like Nuwa and Fu Xi.]
[Butterfly Race’s mythology might be the ancient civilization’s myths before human civilization, rely adapted into various new stories in human history later.]
Their reasoning is interesting, though so speculations about Xu Changsheng are a bit far-fetched.
Liu Jun just chuckled quietly, not thinking much,
"They care about the nas, essentially wanting to trace back the orthodoxy in their race’s mythical stories."
"Why should I bother with them?"
He lightly flipped through this history book, with a higher perspective, seemingly detached,
"As long as I wish, I can descend all kinds of new divine objects in the future, converging various legal orders, and create any civilization and mythology freely—Xianxia, Wuxia, Western fantasy..."
"The Butterfly Race, is rely the beginning of an ’Amber Swallowtail Butterfly’ story."
"It’s just one of the three foundational Intelligent Brains, now there are three fairy tale stories."
He smiled lightly, flipping through the books with his finger, looking at other materials.
The books here are comprehensive.
Containing information about major companies, forces, powerful individuals, the higher echelons of the world being opened up to Liu Jun.
He even saw...
The classification and ranking of the Wisdom God.
Reaching the fourth tier is difficult, usually Saints are the most capable to advance, and power gaps at this level are substantial.
Additionally, they possess true Suppression Level power.
Fifth Tier!
A soul-body fourth-tier completions, physical fourth-tier completions are required to step into the fifth tier.
Unable to find physical cultivation thods, they crafted chanical prosthetic bodies, using fourth-tier cha as their bodies.
However.
Complete fourth-tiers are still relatively rare in number.
For instance, the fourth-tier Electric Realm Saint, Hot Carp, residing in this city hasn’t reached the fourth-tier completion, lacking the ability to don cha and step into the mysterious fifth-tier realm.
"I believe the fourth tier can’t detect , but the fifth tier should be capable, still, I can’t let my guard down."
Liu Jun pondered.
"Vanish, Longevity and Vision, are my greatest assets for survival. Otherwise, how could a re third tier like dare to be reckless here? Walking this path of stealth in the dark corners of the light?"
Of course, hunger forcing necessity drives my pursuit of energy here.
An ordinary person cannot enter the Divine Hall, and the Angel King certainly wouldn’t allow monitoring installations.
Therefore.
For soone like who can vanish, coming here is the best choice. After all, there’s ample high-quality resources stored here, hitting two birds with one stone.
Moreover, the Mushroom Soup is also a significant asset, even if unexpected incidents occurred, encounters with foes, I can retreat into the Mushroom Soup.
At this mont.
He is voraciously absorbing information like a sponge.
Living in an information cocoon as a small high school student, his understanding of the world is shallow.
Now, he is beginning to grasp the basic frawork of the world.
This land is vast!
...
Elsewhere.
The Angel King did not reveal his true form, still sending a thought to control an angelic body, remotely descending, busying himself with construction tasks on the tree.
Hot Carp hurries tirelessly, chasing those odious evildoers.
That one night resulted in significant losses, making her quite indignant.
"Almost done building here."
He kept thinking, standing on the gigantic branch, nostalgic as he looked at the massive Cangwu Tree.
In those years, beneath the tree was the ancestral land of the Butterfly Race.
Today, beneath the tree is Rehe City.
He quietly overlooked this rain-swelled land, with a fleeting sense of desolation.
Sigh.
After heaving a long sigh, he turned around, looking toward the Divine Hall behind him.
Everything appeared the sa as before.
But what good is it?
Only semblances, the Butterfly Race inside long gone.
We have vanished.
Only history remains, only those "Mythical Books" circulating in the world for people to read.
He touched the angelic inscriptions on the Divine Hall’s grand door with a somber whisper: "Rember, the Angel’s Gate was built by Butterfly Race for our achievents back then."
Squeak.
He gently pushed open the door.
In the next instant, his eyes misted over, his expression dazed.
"You..."
There stands a genteel young man, reclining casually on a blossom, imrsed in reading, rging seamlessly into nature, beautiful as a painting.
He lded with the surrounding environnt, into the world, seemingly disappearing into it.
As if undetectable by any divine thought or sense of sll.
If not within sight, one would never know he was there all along.
Just one glance, and that aura, the Angel Emperor recognized imdiately who it was.
On the blossom, that sole figure suddenly lifted his head, glancing up serenely: "It’s you."
After eras of great change, Insect Thirteen once more heard that familiar voice that haunted his soul.
"Long ti no see, how have you been?"
The calm, indifferent tone suggested that millions of ages felt like a re mont, insignificant.
The Angel King’s eyes slightly reddened, his heart was full of complex emotions.
Involuntarily stepping forward, he halted at the blossom’s edge, crafting a butterfly knot with his hand, kneeling down on one knee,
"Insect Thirteen."
"First eting at the year of the Butterfly Cage Vehicle, you and your butterfly-mother tossed butterfly knots to the sky."
"After a generation has passed, your skill in crafting butterfly knots has truly improved."
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