It's been too long.
Insect Thirteen fell into a slump late in life, buried in silence for far too long.
He also wanted to pick up the Holy Sword and Divine Staff that had been neglected for so long, to head onto the battlefield and defeat the evil dragon.
But in this world, there is nothing worth conquering anymore...
Until now.
Once again... the unknown emerges!
If all these speculations are true.
Then they live in a world of utter despair.
Civilizations rise and fall one after another.
It appears as if environmental changes lead to great biological extinctions.
But in reality, it was due to the fall of the gods who mastered the divine powers that triggered changes in the world.
And for a period of time to follow, as the Angel Race expended all their resources to study traces in historical stratification.
They obtained a terrifying piece of information.
"Your Majesty."
"Based on the stratum information we currently have, every mass extinction wiped out at least 80% of living beings, and the most exaggerated extinction wiped out over 96% of species."
"These geological structures are undoubtedly historical tablets left by the past, recording a terrifying history!"
This data was enough to make them shudder.
Even some angel scholars were so frightened by this panic that they questioned their own existence.
But thinking carefully, it makes sense that the catastrophic environmental shift brings all-encompassing destruction!
And in this hopeless world, there must be life to probe into that mysterious figure, seeking truth, seeking a way to survive.
Despite the fact that the truth of this world is so despairingly bleak, Insect Thirteen smiled slightly: "Good, very good, this old life of ours can finally do something meaningful for the Butterfly Race."
Over these years, he felt a strong remorse that he wanted to compensate.
And the gradual aging during these years induced deep fear in him.
He's not in awe of death, but he doesn't want to die just lying in a sickbed.
He is a beautiful king, pursuing the most beautiful things.
Much like he did years ago, breaking out of the cocoon like a butterfly.
He remembered the words of the little worms when he broke out of his cocoon:
"Cocooning is to become beautiful, there must be worms paving the way for companions to create beautiful life."
Now it's the same.
Furthermore, it's a gift presented to the God of Longevity and the God of Wisdom!
At this moment, Insect Thirteen, leaning on his long sword, suddenly said: "Do you think those beings of the Butterfly Race know about this?"
Multi-handed Butterfly thought about it, "They probably don't know. They don't have the manpower or resources to dig deep and explore the strata."
"As native butterflies, they simply don't have enough Telekinesis to dig up sand and stones."
"These years, they've been guarding the Cangwu Tree, studying how to integrate Divine Treasures and evolve into new gods. Indeed, that's the most important thing."
"So, do we inform the God of Longevity and the God of Wisdom of the epochal truth we've uncovered?"
Insect Thirteen shook his head, "No, let's keep it hidden for now."
Furthermore, other members of the Butterfly Race don't know.
Perhaps...
The Prophet knew long ago?
Previously, many in the Butterfly Race had questioned why the Prophet acquired so much advanced knowledge?
Perhaps their God of Longevity was a refugee from the previous era?
A Divine Spirit of ancient epochs.
Insect Thirteen, with meticulous thoughts, could only keep everything hidden in his heart for now.
Regardless of the situation.
The world is too mysterious for their young civilization.
Recognizing the order of all things, understanding the world's construction, step by step blossoming the flowers of civilization, that's what they should do.
...
...
Rehe City.
In front of a computer.
Liu Jun continued to browse through the materials.
This world is somewhat unfriendly to those with cerebral palsy.
Because it's used alternately, the Intelligent Brain is often not around.
Therefore, only those with brain dysfunction still use traditional phones and computers to surf the internet.
As for using an obsolete first-tier Intelligent Brain as a daily online communication device?
Of course, it's not that extravagant; Liu Jun would frugally rent it out before.
After all, the experts could never be wrong: low-income families, rent out extra houses, cars, brains, increase revenue.
"To think things turned out this way."
Liu Jun naturally knew of Insect Thirteen, this emperor's conversation.
The human brain inherently has significant potential, and the computing capacity of an Intelligent Brain is even exaggerated enough to be feasible.
Effortlessly remembering books with tens of millions of words.
Liu Jun previously downloaded various Jurassic data packets from the cloud to ensure authenticity, along with strata data naturally.
In today's world, even other normal cities have dinosaur zoos alive and kicking, seeing Plesiosaurs and Tyrannosaurs.
The revival of ancient creatures is no longer a rarity.
Except that Rehe City doesn't have such zoos.
After all, dinosaurs can't compare with humans, they can't withstand acid rain.
At this moment, Liu Jun checked the information, and indeed there were several major extinctions before the Jurassic.
Ordovician - Silurian extinction.
Late Devonian extinction.
Permian - Triassic extinction.
The more Liu Jun looked, the more his head hurt, leading him to self-deprecate:
"Are my adjustments to Mushroom Soup causing the extinction epochs that lead to the gods' fall, altering the environment and causing species extinctions?"
"This is not the civilization from last week, nor the Jurassic; the historical sediments of the Mushroom Soup have aged to primordial times, universal desolation."
It's like a roadside stall suddenly having an old man grabbing you saying: Brother, good eye, my stall has the long-lost imperial jade seal, look at this aging patina...
Would you believe him?
Clearly not.
But for the Angel Race involved, perhaps there's no flaw.
Though there may be many obscure points, why did Insect Thirteen believe so easily and decide to pave the way for future generations with his life?
Liu Jun could understand Insect Thirteen's current mood, this seemingly strong elder, emperor at dusk, he didn't want to live long, needed an outlet of expression.
He needed a nemesis.
He needed a goal, he wished to die on the battlefield.
Letting him wish to return to the good old days battling alongside comrades, back to the battlefield together.
Thus, even with some doubts, he was willing to believe.
And as for Multi-handed Butterfly, researching angels, he consolidated so much information that it's impossible for him to be foolish.
Perhaps he discovered many unconfirmed hypotheses, yet couldn't care about so much, nor did he have time to verify.
He didn't want to see his old friend just fall like that.
"Do angels want a turning point, an opportunity?"
Liu Jun secretly sighed,
"Enough, whether tracing history back to the creation or several epoch extinctions, it's just a dream."
"If you seek a grand finale, how can I begrudge you?"
Liu Jun sighed deeply.
Ever since he brought Multi-handed Butterfly into reality, he didn't consider it a dream anymore.
Because once you fill it with material, the mushroom creatures evolve rapidly into the real... what's the difference then?
Also, Liu Jun had empty pockets, lacking to materialize the real world.
Thinking deeply before.
Initially, his simple goal was to eat mushrooms, then simulate a sandbox world for his Mushroom family.
Originally wanting to play the villain like Rehe Company.
Now, even eating mushrooms needed caution.
Liu Jun looked at the adorable Little Angels Civilization in the Mushroom Soup world, the expansive prairie, the guilty old emperor in the Holy Hall caressing murals reminiscing the past.
He then turned his head to the outside rain, reached out to sample it, familiar bitter rusty taste spreading across his palate.
"If you want dignity, I'll give you dignity."
"As the Butterfly Race, like turning into a butterfly, moths to flames, welcoming romantic beautiful death fate, I offer you the same."