Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 79 The Era of the Butterfly Clan Has Ended (Seeking First Subscription)

The atmosphere on the ancient wutong tree was somber.

"Exploring the extraordinary is not an easy path!"

Looking at this reborn elephant god, Liu Jun felt a pang of regret.

Even if you try your best to help, things in this world are bound to be unsatisfactory.

A saintly body is too difficult!

Every civilization established by our ancestors was forged amidst mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and endless trial and error; it was through blood and tears that we grew.

All we can do is try our best and leave the rest to fate.

Even if I am this so-called heaven.

We are now powerless to interfere with the world's order of life and death.

Unless, one day, you happen to find a mushroom that's either dead or alive.

boom!
at this time.

The Hammer of Evolution in the temple suddenly began to hum.

As if drawn by something mysterious, it radiates starlight, and the great power of evolution is unfolding.

The artifact trembled, as if it had sensed a life form that resonated with it.

Liu Jun said calmly, "Go and fetch the divine object."

The Angel of Truth turned and left.

Soon, the Hammer of Evolution was retrieved and tossed to the distant elephant, Thomo.

Wow!
In an instant, the Hammer of Evolution merged into his body, granting him new powers.

evolution!

He transformed into a saintly body, which surprisingly resonated with the power of this fungal carpet evolution.

The third god, after the Angel of Truth, was thus born.

"Between life and death lies great terror," sighed the immortal deity.
"Congratulations."

The King and Queen of Angels of yesteryear both created miracles after their deaths.

Now, even the great elephant has taken this difficult step.

"I did it?"

Beneath the sacred tree, Elephant Thomo stood in a daze, "How did I become one?"

It's not that he doesn't want to become a god; he dreams of becoming a god.

He was the one with the deepest and strongest obsession among all his brothers and sisters.

He, the emperor of the Butterfly Clan, spent his entire life studying divine objects on the Cangwu Tree.

He even schemed against the King of Angels, using him to test the waters and help him experiment with the method of fusing divine objects.

But now that he has actually taken that step, he doesn't know how to react.

Fortunately?

joy?

None of them.

He simply lamented the fickleness of fate.

He had always wanted to become a god along with his brothers and sisters, but now it was meaningless.

After a long while, he finally let out a sigh.

"God, I intend to end the era of our butterfly race."

His voice was filled with endless weariness.

"I will seal off the ancestral land of the butterfly clan, cease the breeding of insects, and eliminate the method of weaving in the world."

"I want to bring the era of the Genesis bio-explosion to an end."

"I also intend to fill up this ocean of creation, the Sea of ​​Milky Creation."

Upon hearing this, the immortal deity said softly, "Let's start the meeting."

soon.

The Butterfly Clan meeting has begun again.

It was as if the last supper had been continued.

They all guessed that last time was the last gathering, and that next time there would be one less companion.

But unexpectedly, it was my second sister who was missing.

This elephant god sat cross-legged on the ground, gazing across the distance at the colossal Cangwu tree opposite him, and the butterfly race atop it:
“In this day and age, there are three kinds of wisdom in life. They have generated all kinds of positive and negative thoughts and are no longer simple.”

His first sentence clearly stated the main point.

The Butterfly Clan was previously known as the Middle Intelligence.

This represents not only average intelligence, but also intuitive thinking, and the good and virtuous side.

Therefore, the entire Butterfly Clan is kind and innocent.

However, with the widespread availability of advanced intelligence, even with a good education, some criminals may still emerge.

of course.

This was merely his worst-case scenario.

Most of the time, thanks to a good education, the people are kind and simple.

But he wanted to preserve the purity of the Butterfly Clan, to completely retire from the world and disappear.

He wanted to fulfill Dielüxin's last wish.

Firstly, the kind and innocent butterfly race has no material desires; living amidst a sea of ​​flowers is actually their happiest time.

Secondly, by this point in the Big Bang, the number of species had indeed reached a point where there was little use left for the Butterfly Clan, who possessed the power of creation.

In the days to come.

Existing races can perpetuate their species through reproduction.

After he had finished explaining everything, he said to his brothers and sisters:
"I want to preserve the beauty of the Butterfly Clan forever, and the creation myth of the Butterfly Clan has come to a perfect end."

"The butterfly race should retreat at its most beautiful moment, rather than stubbornly waiting for it to rot."

Elephant Dhamma made a low request.

The prophet sighed, looked at the other butterfly clansmen, and after seeing them all nod, sighed again, "If this is your wish, then there is nothing wrong with it."

Elephant Monk left the Cangwu tree.

His next policy was to make the butterfly race on this land begin to disappear.

The poems belonging to the Butterfly Clan will gradually come to an end.

The future era will be the era of Zangdoma.

The end of an era of biological creation also signifies the true beginning of the history of civilization.

It's like the beginning of time, creating endless characters.

They are only just beginning to take their place on this stage of history.

And the protagonist of the era is undoubtedly the saint.

He will lead the people forward as a torchbearer, guiding them forward with a roar.

His incredibly powerful and perfect body is destined to usher in a new era and create a transcendent system called the Path of Flesh and Blood.

"A new era has begun."

Elephant Dhamma returned to his city.

In the city-state, they watched as that enormous and vast god walked towards them step by step.

He was as vast as a mountain, carrying an aura of vicissitudes and weight, his large, round belly filled with endless knowledge.

On the streets, angels and elves were humming mournful songs.

Like little fireflies, they held lanterns and flower baskets, circling around the huge elephant god statue.

This land is welcoming the return of their emperor.

They hummed:
"When Ganesha grew old, the beautiful queen transformed into a bird and flew out of the window, full of determination."

A faint singing voice drifted from the sky.

"~~~She was as brave as a god, traversing the underworld, crossing the sea, stepping into the labyrinth, and entering the cave. When the bird without feet ended his great journey, the queen resurrected his beloved king. She donned the most beautiful clothes and stepped into eternal beauty."

This is a new musical piece, "The Wings of the Footless Bird," composed by the young sirens. They hum it as if on a pilgrimage, and some are even in tears.

In the palace.

Countless ministers and giants stood solemnly on both sides of the hall.

The city was filled with mournful songs, all commemorating the queen's achievements and mourning her.

The entire city was enveloped in an atmosphere of profound sorrow.

The entire civilization will remember this great and sacred journey, as eternally as a mythical epic.

"Great God of Knowledge, why do you possess such a terrifying force field?"

"You make it impossible for us to look directly at you; it's as if we're seeing a storm, a downpour, or a tsunami."

The ministers couldn't help but ask.

"mental image."

"The fusion of body and soul produces a terrifying power."

"This is a power that I discovered with the Queen, and I call it, the Mind Image."

Elephant Monk sat on his throne and slowly closed his eyes.

As times progress, new systems are also flourishing.

The term "mental image" also gradually spread across the earth as the angels, wandering bards, spread the story of God and the Queen.

Opening their eyes, they saw several researchers rubbing their eyes, which were somewhat moist at some point.

It was like having a beautiful, ancient, and poignant dream.

It contains beautiful songs, exquisite poems, enchanting love stories, and brave warriors and heroes.

They were incredibly excited:
"My goodness, last night's sequel to 'The Last Supper' was amazing! Everyone's writing was so emotionally resonant, and their character portrayals were perfect! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"The bird without feet, let's all help her!"

They discussed it enthusiastically.

However, questions were soon raised by others.

"How come the NPCs were so agile last night? On the contrary, I felt a bit dazed, like I was having an unconscious dream and had lost some of my initiative."

"Indeed, the butterfly heart in the dream is so vivid! In the plot of 'The Last Supper,' it is so proactive and even dominates that era!"

They became somewhat suspicious.

"very good already."

"I had a burst of inspiration, I feel like we're almost done!"

"We will drive the progress of the entire era, and we want to win this year's Confucianism Biology Prize!"

They were very happy and extremely excited.

Among them, two couples were also gazing at each other.

Whatever you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

They were together in their dreams too, as the siren princess and the angel prince, inseparable and doing research together.

In reality, however, they've been arguing lately.

After last night's pure love story, they were moved and decided to end their cold war, meet again, and forgive each other.

Obviously.

They still don't know if that dream was real or not.

They were simply excited by the experiences described in that book.

although.

They were in a daze last night, but they made new breakthroughs in research on the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and so on.

"Last night was so real, it was a burst of inspiration!"

"Indeed, ordinary books have a virtual feel to them, but last night felt very real."

"I have a feeling that the sacred body we developed will appear soon after last night."

They discussed it excitedly, restarted the book, and prepared to continue their research.

(End of this chapter)