CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 59: THE LAST SUPPER (PART 1)

Dreams are a mysterious and hazy experience.

Xu Changsheng thinks that he is now dreaming of past memories...

In the dream, although he has control, once he wakes up, he believes those things really happened in the "past."

This is another form of reversing cause and effect.

But the Angel King is different.

"This fellow came in, maybe he’s discovered the truth."

"Just let him observe for now."

Liu Jun feels like someone is trying to sneak into his mushroom soup along the signal, and is left speechless.

Is Xu Changsheng’s efficiency that amazing?

Has he already made the connection?

Is he already starting to team up for action?

Liu Jun feels a bit overwhelmed.

But on second thought, this might be a good thing.

This Angel King, currently struggling alone, can come to me to catch up, and learn about the latest weaving techniques.

For example.

Learning the four-winged angel techniques of his wife, the Truth Angel, could also enhance his strength.

Liu Jun decides to go with the flow, without overthinking it.

Seeing Xu Changsheng, this little butterfly, flitting around the Cangwu Tree as usual, he just lets it be.

A few days later.

Die Lvxin and the Truth Angel slowly appear outside the Divine Hall:

"God, Xiangtuo Mo is briefly sober and feels apologetic for having you personally arbitrate matters he should have handled."

"Xiangtuo Mo wants to invite us to gather in ten days and report on the past years."

At this point, Die Lvxin feels extremely sad.

She understands Xiangtuo Mo’s intent, to gather one last time before completely losing his mind.

This might be the last supper of all the founding members of the Butterfly Race together.

"Okay."

In the Divine Hall, Liu Jun is very gentle.

...

They arrived at the Divine Mountain and sat down in an enormous hall.

The walls were adorned with angel murals, the load-bearing pillars were statues of Titans standing gracefully, sprite stone carvings held lanterns, and massive stone dragons lifted the long rectangular table on both sides.

The present Butterfly Race members were all dressed in their finest, in luxurious translucent telekinesis garments.

The Butterfly Crown on their heads was their true form as little butterflies.

"Here they come, here they come."

Diechi Yin, skilled in cooking, had prepared a feast, with the table filled with delicious dishes.

"I personally cooked this, it’s super tasty."

They took their seats and saw the huge, mountain-like figure in the distance still snoring loudly, and fell silent.

"No need to wait for him to wake up, let’s eat first." The Prophet spoke gently.

The Phoenix Emperor could no longer hold back and started eating without hesitation, "Everyone eat, don’t worry too much about etiquette, it’s not like we’re strangers."

And as they ate, they discussed worldly affairs.

Seeing everyone silent, Liu Jun couldn’t help but start the conversation, "Die Lvxin, are you satisfied with the punishment for the three giants?"

"It’s sufficient."

Die Lvxin’s expression was somewhat melancholic, "The Holy Guard Leader Vedamo cut his own ear, but I know it wasn’t his fault; he was rather a great hero."

She ultimately understood the situation,

"Agni and Valuna also did nothing wrong; after going mad from receiving the Divine Object, they calmed down again, mitigating the Wisdom Disaster to the greatest extent possible."

"They also received punishment, but, why, why..."

She looked at the snoring Giant Elephant God in the distance, "God, is there truly no way to save him? I don’t want to see him leave me."

Before Liu Jun could speak, Die Hongjun next to him said:

"There’s no way, I’ve tried researching brain replacement, but his left and right brains are already connected, and the aging of the left brain will lead to the deterioration of his whole body."

Die Lvxin said nothing more.

The other companions also didn’t bring up the topic again.

They were all pure Middle Wisdom life little butterflies.

When one becomes a great life with both left and right brains, rapid aging is inevitable.

And next to them, the little butterfly Xu Changsheng, Nachi, quietly watched this magnificent godly supper.

They all had different expressions and thoughts.

Suddenly, a famous scene emerged in his mind:

The Last Supper.

And the Angel King residing within Xu Changsheng’s perspective, kept his gaze simple, always focused on this Truth Angel at the table, recalling the past.

However, the snoring stopped at this time.

The sleeping Xiangtuo Mo opened his eyes, his stiff, cloudy pupils slowly turned, barely able to speak:

"I’m still conscious now, and I’ve harbored some things in my heart for a long time, and now say them all."

This dinner gathered the first set of all Butterfly Race saints here.

Xiangtuo Mo said:

"Among us, there is a traitor."

As his words fell, Die Hongjun shook all over, vaguely recalling that unsolved case from years ago, wondering who falsely accused him.

Xiangtuo Mo sighed hoarsely:

"It doesn’t respect etiquette, incites internal conflict, creates disputes, with malicious intent... at this last moment, while I can still speak, I must reveal its crimes!"

"Instead of taking its crimes to the grave with me."

Upon hearing this, the Truth Angel’s eyes were startled.

She knew this one wanted to put an end to that headless mystery case years ago, before dying.

And the Angel King, who had always been watching, saw this last supper, couldn’t help but have a complex expression.

Unexpectedly, he came at the right time for today’s dream.

Because it relates to his former Angel Dynasty.

"The events of those years were my doing."

In the center of the banquet, the Truth Angel stood up among the members with various expressions, "I was the mastermind behind the attack on the Cangwu Tree."

"Back then I..." The Truth Angel explained the whole process, which was largely as predicted, only more detailed.

Die Hongjun stared at her intently: "It was you? Are you the daughter of that traitor Insect Dragon from years ago?"

Xiangtuo Mo lay on the divine throne, sighing softly, his eyes lost as he looked at the sky, like returning to the ancient Angel Dynasty a century ago.

"No, she didn’t do it, that unsolved case of years ago was my doing."

Xiangtuo Mo’s words were like a thunderclap:

"I was the real mastermind."

As those words fell, things reversed instantly, and the scene suddenly became eerily quiet.

You could hear a pin drop.

The Angel King, Insect Thirteen, watching from the side, opened his eyes wide: "Is there another hidden truth behind the mastermind of those years?"

The incident had a shocking reversal.

Was it done by the least likely Butterfly Emperor?

Back then, as the Butterfly Emperor, did Die Lvxiang let the Angel Race overthrow himself?

And set up his close friend, Die Hongjun?

The Angel King suddenly had a premonition.

After tonight, he will learn the true truth.

And after tonight, he will publish this truth to the later generations.

Overthrowing the future human perception that Insect Seventy-seven was the mastermind.

"How, how is it possible!?" Die Lvxin stood up in shock.

"It can’t be you, you were the Butterfly Emperor, orchestrating your own assault by angels?"