CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 35: THE SACRED ERA OF BUTTERFLY TRANSFORMATION OF TEN THOUSAND RACES

"Another batch of young butterflies are nearing their end."

"More or less, it’s about time we descended with blessings to delay their aging. Let’s go on a journey!"

Three days later, Liu Jun rode the Butterfly Cage Vehicle, soaring through various tribes in the sky, bestowing blessings.

The little insects below all showed yearning and bewildered expressions, praying and praising the great Divine Spirit.

"God of Longevity, God of Wisdom!"

"You bring us civilization, clothe us, and give us faith~"

Hearing these youthful little voices, Liu Jun was momentarily reminded of the past Insect Thirteen.

"Truly, as the years go by, the flowers remain the same, but people change every year."

He quietly sat in the carriage, overlooking the sea of flowers beneath, with the butterflies fluttering in the sky,

"Another batch of young fellows, I wonder what new races might emerge..."

He closed his eyes, feeling the countless young cries of joy, excitement, and hope enveloping him.

He enjoyed this feeling of being beloved.

Liu Jun was well aware that by choosing the series of Vanish and Longevity and Vision, he was destined to live a long time, witnessing more heroes rise and fall.

He also knew he should adapt to this.

This blessing event took more than ten days.

As Liu Jun overlooked the cities below throughout the journey, he finally fully understood this prosperous age decades later.

Now, it was a city thoroughly built upon a sea of flowers.

Everywhere were flower carriages, covered with a pumpkin lantern.

The city was perfectly planned.

Various roads intertwined, and when viewed from above, the city’s roads formed a giant bowtie shape.

It had a unique charm, a beauty for those with a penchant for perfectionism.

"It’s the god!"

"It’s the God of Longevity!"

"Praise you!"

The butterflies on the streets wore various sheer fabrics, their feathers splendid, transforming into various beautiful beings.

Nowadays, beauty was defined by clothing, prompting even non-combative butterflies to strive in telekinesis cultivation, just to wear more beautiful garments!

Many had already become second-tier Telekinesis Lifeforms.

The air was filled with a faint floral fragrance, like a lotus pool with jade brew, as if the whole world was wandering in a sea of flowers.

Previously, they were merely tribes, but now they’ve completely stepped into the city-state era.

"This era is quite good."

Liu Jun loved this kind of civilization—no scheming against one another, genuinely as beautiful as a fairy tale.

The blessing event concluded.

Liu Jun agreed to go on an outing with Feng, "Let’s go, let’s explore this land together."

...

They went to the East Garden’s meadow and met some new friends.

Everyone gathered impromptu, playing, making friends, full of sincerity and enthusiasm, with mutual trust, no lies, no barriers.

They camped among the flowers, took shelter from the rain under trees, and discussed their views on beauty.

The days were quite delightful.

Liu Jun loved such days.

Compared to the scholarly world outside, this place truly allowed the mind to relax and find peace.

They also passed a peculiar little tribe and saw some strange flowers and plants, although these plants were quite ugly and not appreciated by the beauty-loving butterflies.

"Ah, I’ve heard of this place, it’s the Strange Wood Garden."

"It’s said that an evil, ugly witch resides inside."

"How frightening."

"They say when night falls, these strange trees will show ghostly faces, and deceased butterflies will resurrect here!"

The accompanying butterflies continuously discussed, curious and gossiping about the strange tales of the garden.

"We’re not monster butterflies!"

At this moment, a cute and annoyed voice was heard.

Turns out, this was a tribe named "Flower Butterfly," led by someone called Hua Baishuang.

This lively butterfly enthusiastically introduced their achievements to Liu Jun.

"These are the plants we grafted, they look ugly, oddly shaped, withered and rotten leaves, but can produce special fruits in large numbers, enough to sustain more tribesmen."

Hua Baishuang was very excited,

"What is beauty? I believe that something with substance is beautiful."

"My flowers may look ugly, but they bear abundant delicious fruit."

"If you plant them at home, you’ll never worry about food again. Dear guests, would you like to buy some of our cultivated seeds?"

Liu Jun was somewhat surprised to see this.

This was unexpectedly a plant expert who had discovered a path for plant grafting.

After inquiring, he found that the "Flower Butterfly" tribe was quite rare in number and not prospering.

When they cocoon, they integrate some plant structures, making the butterfly appear tree-like, somewhat wooden.

They looked like wooden butterfly handicrafts, their wings unable to flap, becoming mere ornaments.

This "Gargoyle" relied entirely on telekinesis for flight.

Even if hung on a chair’s armrest as a wooden butterfly decoration, it was perfectly fitting.

Moreover, they are skilled at plant grafting, connecting different plants’ roots and stems with threads.

Perfectly grafting different plants onto another plant.

In Liu Jun’s view, this semi-finished woven creature has great potential.

A naturally agrarian and pastoral race!

"Your power is quite useful." Liu Jun couldn’t help but ask, "Doesn’t the upper echelon of the Butterfly Race actively promote your race?"

"There is promotion."

Hua Baishuang sighed, "But everything still relies on voluntary participation."

"Nowadays, it’s rare for larvae to be willing to follow our sequence and metamorphose into a [Flower Butterfly]."

"Every year, I bring the elders to the ancestral land to vigorously promote the chrysalis to the larvae, trying to draw new members into our circle, but still, there are few new clan members joining."

Liu Jun thought for a moment and wasn’t surprised.

The competition is so intense now.

Every race’s "society" recruits new members each year, enthusiastically promoting their advantages to the larvae.

But still, many small "societies" have few larvae joining them.

Most of the young blood gets directly recruited by the "Angel" society, drawn away!

Next to them, Feng happily munched on the other party’s exclusive fruit, mumbling indistinctly:

"Then make your appearance more beautiful, and there will be more butterflies."

Hua Baishuang looked a bit troubled, "I want to, too, but without a new generation and not enough people, we can’t optimize for the next generation [Flower Butterfly] race."

"A dead cycle." Liu Jun concluded.

"Alas, it is indeed like that."

The butterflies of this era are all kind-hearted.

Before leaving, Hua Baishuang even gave them some delicious treats and a grafted bonsai full of fruits.

The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly was delighted, feeling that they had made a good trade this time and planned to bring it back to place on their window sill.

"Let’s go, let’s continue our journey!"

This era is beautiful.

They passed by many tribes along the way, where they were warmly received and given many gifts.

The Earth Butterfly Race, living in underground caves, gave them a sort of underground fruit similar to grapes.

The Shell Butterfly, living in the rivers, was even more beautiful.

They transformed their beautiful butterfly wings into two patterned shells, and their bodies turned into a pearl-shaped sphere.

Indeed.

A real pearl.

They formed a chrysalis, undergoing keratinization, developing a pearl-like structure, with considerable defensive power.

Shell Butterflies invited them to dance in the lake, hosting a grand underwater palace banquet.

"In this era, is there really already a rudimentary marine civilization?"

...

Afterwards, Liu Jun and Feng went to the Angel Grassland.

Though it appeared in a state of transition, it was still the largest society in the world.

Each year, without needing any promotion at the ancestral land, numerous larvae full of dreams would follow the Angel Sequence to form a chrysalis and transform into Little Angels.

The whole grassland was filled with bouncing Little Angels.

Each one was full of energy, ready to form a chrysalis to become the next generation of Big Angels.

Here, Liu Jun discovered that the Little Angels were engaged in a new entertainment activity.

Angel Ball.

They bounced around, kicking the ball to each other, you kick me, I kick you, playing with great enthusiasm.

"At their banquet, the entire sky was filled with bouncing balls colliding with each other, it was truly fun." Liu Jun and Feng also played for a few days, finding it quite amusing, marking a very fulfilling journey.

After that, they visited the cities of various races, encountering many small tribes.

They even saw a butterfly weaving a dinosaur, with a pair of wings growing a little Tyrannosaurus, which was utterly intriguing.

Liu Jun couldn’t be more amused.

Accompanying them in researching dragon-shaped aesthetic optimization, which greatly shocked the Tyrannosaurus Leader, who enthusiastically hosted them for three days.

They expressed:

"Thank you, truly thank you!"

"After optimizing and becoming more beautiful this time, when we recruit new members at the ancestral land, surely more larvae will recognize us, join our big family, develop our population! Optimize our structure!"

Beside them, Feng was very puzzled, "Why don’t you raise some larvae yourselves? That way they will always join you."

The Tyrannosaurus Leader was quite angry, "Each of our larvae is born with the freedom to pursue beauty!"

"We cannot impose our will on them, they grow up at the ancestral land, where each race competes fairly, allowing them to recognize our aesthetics!"

As the Butterfly Race, they take pride in beauty.

They go to the ancestral land to compare and compete, with no blame for loss.

The Butterfly Transformation of Ten Thousand Races, blooming their Butterfly Era beauty on this earth.

Flying in the sky, swimming in the water, living on the trees... all voluntary!

But using such base means, forcing others’ aesthetics, destroys their faith in beauty!

The Tyrannosaurus Leader was very angry, driving Liu Jun and Feng away overnight, stating that their race did not welcome them.

Liu Jun watched, speechless, "Don’t call yourself the God of Wisdom."

Feng: "Aba aba."