From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 212 Butterfly
Before You Ming, the chariot hovered silently an inch above the ground. There was no sound from beneath the wheels, but wisps of clear light emanated from the chariot tracks, spreading out slowly like silver threads.

He flipped over and leaped into the car, his mind stirred slightly, and divine power slowly flowed in like a tide.

"His."

The four corners of the chariot's hooves glowed, and it suddenly leaped forward. Then, circles of silver light rippled out from under the chariot, and the entire chariot rose from the ground.

Despite its rapid speed, it did not vibrate violently; it simply glided off the ground, tracing an elegant arc in the void. To the naked eye, it appeared as a streak of light in the void.

The chariot is not as fast as Youming's [Five-Colored Cloud], but it is more stable and less strenuous.

Moreover, there are extra spaces on the chariot to accommodate archers, swordsmen, and charioteers. If used well, they can move freely in and out of the battlefield.

Upon acquiring the chariot, You Ming did not flaunt it. He simply circled it a few times within the cave before parking it atop the Azure Divine Tree, where it was nurtured by the abundant spiritual energy.

"It just so happens that I plan to go northwest to destroy mountains and temples in the near future, and this war chariot is exactly what I need."

You Ming was in a good mood now that he had obtained a useful treasure.

However, he also needs to work harder to master his supernatural abilities, otherwise he will not feel safe going out.

……

"Once upon a time, I dreamed I was a butterfly, fluttering about happily. Suddenly I awoke, and there I was myself. Did I dream I was a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream I was me?"

You Ming used the [Equal Quantity Adjustment] to reduce his appearance by 5, spirituality by 3, fortune by 2, comprehension by 7, and willpower by 3.
As a result, his comprehension instantly broke through the 10-point mark, reaching 12 points, while his willpower reached 8 points.

Once comprehension surpasses the 12-point mark, willpower must be increased to a certain extent.

Otherwise, with countless inspirations and massive amounts of information constantly emerging in the brain, people with weak willpower can easily become lost.

You Ming leaned against the Azure Divine Tree, seemingly lost in a state between sleep and wakefulness.

Suddenly, a butterfly flew out from between his eyebrows, flapped its wings three times, and transformed into thousands of luminous feathers that covered the sky and enveloped him.

He seemed to have a dream, as if a thousand years had passed.

He saw his life transformed into the patterns on a butterfly's wings; all his past joys and sorrows, karmic debts and struggles with his spiritual path, all turned into a gentle breeze in his dream, gone as soon as it passed.

Then he seemed to transform into a person again, walking between heaven and earth, sleeping to the sound of cicadas, walking with the moon's shadow, seeing the mountains and forests silent, and the moonlight clear.

"who am I?"

"Will I become a butterfly, or will I become a butterfly?"

"If there were no 'I,' from which would the butterfly transform? From which would the dream come?"

He questioned his own soul day and night, and one night, he dreamed that countless butterflies hovered over his broken body, peeling away, disintegrating, gently brushing, and carrying him away inch by inch.

Finally, he had only one pair of eyes left, watching a butterfly land on a cassia branch in the void, and then he closed them.

The moment he closed his eyes in his dream, he suddenly awoke in the outside world.

At that moment, butterfly shadows appeared around him, flying out from his sleeves, hair, and heart, circling his body three times before slowly dissipating.

"A butterfly's dream, a wandering soul. I ask Heaven and Earth: Am I not myself?"

He stretched and muttered to himself.

After reciting the phrase, the whole person was like oil dissolving in water, or light scattering in sand, instantly transforming into thousands of butterfly shadows.

The butterflies fluttered and floated lightly in the air, layer upon layer. Each one resembled him, yet each one was not his true self. They circled around lightning, avoided thunderbolts without leaving a trace, and finally dispersed into the void, leaving no trace in the world.

After an incense stick has burned, a butterfly slowly landed where the shadows of the trees swayed, its wings fluttering gently, and its feathers scattered into human figures.

You Ming stood in the light, his eyes clear, as if he had walked back to reality from a dream, yet it also seemed as if he had never left. He was both here and not here.

His aura was serene, like a person in the wind, a spirit in a dream, as if he might transform into a butterfly and fly away again at any moment.

At this point, he had truly mastered the supernatural power of "Butterfly Transformation"!
The previous [Butterfly Transformation] supernatural power was merely embroidered by the Weaver Girl on his [Pregnancy Light Outer Garment] with divine craftsmanship; he could only borrow it, but could not control it at will.

But now, he has no more restrictions on using this supernatural power.

He can transform into a butterfly and depart at any time, or gracefully reappear in the world. He is like a dream, like the wind, like an illusion, like a shadow, walking between reality and dreams.

"After two years of cultivation, I have finally mastered this supernatural power."

You Ming sighed inwardly. Although he had devoted most of his energy to building the cave heaven in the past two years, he still used the [Equal Quantity Adjustment] to improve his comprehension in order to cultivate this supernatural power, but it was still so difficult.

If it were anyone else, even with a top-tier 5 points of comprehension, it would probably take them ten or even several decades to successfully cultivate this divine ability, let alone ordinary cultivators with even lower comprehension.

If even one supernatural power is so difficult, one can only imagine how many supernatural powers are required to cultivate at the [Dharma Form] level.

Although they have long lifespans, they cannot withstand such depletion.

This [Butterfly Transformation] technique can serve as a supreme method for avoiding calamities and defending against them. His next task is to find a divine power that can attack or enhance his combat abilities.

Otherwise, relying solely on the [Supreme Cave Divine Chaos Technique], his attack capabilities would be too limited.

He thought that when he met the Golden Boy God, he would ask the goddess if she had any powerful supernatural abilities in her possession.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be very meaningful for his Dharma form to condense nine ordinary supernatural powers. Since we've already got a cheat code, we should definitely train the best.

……

"Is Youming there?"

You Ming was quietly digesting the supernatural power he had gained in the cave.

This [Butterfly Transformation] technique is extremely profound and has a very high level of conception. Even though he has mastered it, he can still gain something from it every time he thinks about it.

Suddenly, they heard an old voice coming from outside the mountain gate.

Upon hearing this voice, he was taken aback. He inexplicably remembered Zhu Xin, the Night Wanderer who always came to deliver messages.

Since his conflict with the county magistrate deepened, the magistrate has not sent any good news for a long time, which is rather regrettable.

However, the person who came this time was not Zhu Xin.

You Ming's figure flickered, and he left the cave and arrived at the main hall of the temple. He sat quietly in the main seat and then invited the people in.

An elderly man, rather short and stocky, carrying a turtle shell on his back, strode in and, without any formality with You Ming, sat down directly to the side.

"Lord River God, you must be busy widening the river and dredging the waterways these days. How come you have time to come and sit here?"

You Ming looked at the person who had come and laughed.

Several porcelain-faced maids served tea, which the River God drank in large gulps, even chewing and swallowing the tea leaves.

"Your tea here is quite good."

The River God's eyes lit up. The tea contained abundant herbal essence, and after consuming it, he felt his blood and energy become more vigorous.

"I'll pack some up for you to take back later."

You Ming smiled, but he knew that the River God's visit to him this time was definitely not just for tea.

(End of this chapter)