Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 61 Merits and Demerits

"why why?"

Butterfly Heart let out a mournful wail and rushed toward the elephant god on the throne, wailing loudly.

Throughout the banquet, all the butterflies listened to his regular snoring, tears streaming down their faces in silence.

They sensed that this person might never wake up again, or even if they did, they would fall into dementia and forget their existence.

As stated in the Siren's Curse:
“Your valiant and wise knowledge is like that of a god; you will grow old and become senile, and die in senility.”

The immortal deity quietly led the Phoenix Emperor away from the weeping temple.

The amber swallowtail butterfly looked somewhat depressed.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of life for all living beings; even those who seek immortality must experience these." The immortal deity said calmly, and quietly led her away from the temple.

"Although you are extremely talented and already a god of wisdom, and have a romantic nature, if you do not work hard to cultivate, he will be you tomorrow, and I will send you away."

Down the mountain, Liu Jun sighed softly, listening to the loud snoring and weeping sounds coming from above.

"It's really hard on you."

He thought back to his eldest disciple, who was the most reliable and had never caused him any worry.

He even personally guided the spirit and energy of the entire Butterfly Clan.

Everyone knows that angels are beautiful.

Little did they know that without the insect atmosphere created by this butterfly emperor, and the relentless efforts to spin cocoons in the weaving garden, the angels would never have been born.

Flowers need suitable soil to bloom.

Without him, the Butterfly Clan might have already fallen apart.

As time went by, a rift gradually emerged between the emperor and the four marquises.

He secretly transformed into a root in the darkness, using all sorts of schemes and tricks, all to protect this beautiful flower of a prosperous era and to pave the way for future generations.

They plotted against the Angel Clan, but also resolved the disintegration of the Butterfly Clan's ancestral land.

Even now.

In his final moments, he also confessed his sins as a bargaining chip, ultimately awakening the saints present.

"You could have chosen not to speak, and died with honor and greatness, but you did speak."

The prophet's voice seemed to transform into the wind, drifting lightly through the mountains and into the temple, reaching the ears of the snoring, sleeping god.

"The one the Butterfly Clan should respect the most is not me, but you."

The four butterfly kings and the angel of truth had incredibly complex expressions as they listened to the prophet's whispers at the foot of the mountain, the voices gradually fading away as they moved further away.

“I have only spoken the law, but you are implementing it on this land.”

The sound echoed across the land.

The sound swept across the land, mountains, and rivers.

In the streets of countless tribes, people came out one after another, looked up, and listened to the echoes of the gods whispering in the sky.

"I only paved the way for the Butterfly Clan, but you established the spirit of the race on this land and laid the foundation for a character that will last for eternity."

“I was just saying it, but you’re doing it.”

The whispers of the immortal deity echoed throughout the mountain.

As if hearing that he had received God's approval, the elephant god snoring on his throne seemed to show a hint of relief on his foolish face.

In the temple.

Xu Changsheng, like a butterfly, watched this scene silently, his expression blank.

Xu Changsheng left the temple and went outside.

The angel king attached to him saw the immortal deity bringing the Phoenix Emperor down the mountain through Xu Changsheng's perspective.

wow——

The immortal deity suddenly turned around and gave him a deep look.

Those eyes shone with a faint gold, their noble and cold gaze seemingly piercing through the depths of the soul, landing on the King of Angels.

boom!
My head suddenly exploded.

The Angel King's mind went blank for a moment, then a thought flashed through his mind, and he said incredulously:
"Across an era, can the gods sense that I am watching it from a distant historical perspective?"

I opened my eyes, and another night had passed.

Jingle Bell! ~
Xu Changsheng opened his eyes in bed and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside table. Looking around, he found the projection of the Angel King squatting in a dark corner, lost in thought.

A pair of huge, snow-white wings enveloped his entire body, as if allowing him to escape reality.

That makes sense, doesn't it!

It's fine if you dream about other historical myths.

What I dreamed about last night was the "Cangwu Tree Attack Incident," which is closely related to this King of Angels!
That banquet of God turned things upside down!
It overturned all perceptions, whether it was her own Empress Chong Qiqi or her faith in the Butterfly Clan Emperor.
This made Xu Changsheng himself wonder if it was really a case of "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night"?
Because he thinks about the King of Angels during the day, he dreams about his past at night.

"Come on, let's have a chat."

Xu Changsheng sat in the living room, took out the food he had cooked the night before from the refrigerator, heated it up, and began to eat by himself.

"What's wrong? Are you disillusioned with the past?" Xu Changsheng asked with a smile.

The King of Angels remained silent.

He was still thinking about the eyes of the immortal god, those faint golden eyes.

He suddenly remembered that not long ago, he felt the blessing of the immortal god granting him immortality and concealment.

God.

What kind of magnificent being is he, who has traversed countless mythical eras, and just how high is his realm?

Currently, there are only four major categories of phenomena in the world: wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

What level of civilization has he yet to explore in this world—the fifth, sixth, or seventh order?

Xu Changsheng muttered to himself:

"Human nature cannot withstand the test. Once the test begins, cracks will appear even if the test is passed."

"So he chose the most reasonable approach: not to test them, but to witness the tragedy of a group of like-minded individuals."

"That butterfly emperor understood what fleeting beauty was. Tragedy is that the most beautiful things are torn apart right before your eyes, and that is what is most profound in the world."

"So, he led the butterfly clan on the Cangwu tree, watching the Archangels attack in anger for their son, and watching the four of you split apart."

"The beautiful angel was torn apart before their eyes, and the four of them were filled with fear, so they carefully wove a butterfly knot of friendship between them."

Xu Changsheng's analysis was insightful about human nature, yet he showed no mercy whatsoever.

The next moment.

The angel king finally came to his senses, but a different voice came: "You're wrong, terribly wrong. After I learned the truth, I don't hate the butterfly elephant at all."

"Oh?" Xu Changsheng showed a hint of surprise, and took another bite of the green rice porridge he had made last night, which was mixed with some rainwater.

The sour and rusty taste melted into his throat, but he didn't care. This bitter tea, however bitter, was nothing more than the bitterness of these long years, of life and death.

Although the Angel King was a projection, his true form on the other side was also drinking rainwater bitter tea, exchanging a toast with Xu Changsheng from afar.
"He simply let things take their course and watched with indifference as Chong Qiqi sought revenge."

"Even without his interference, Chong Qiqi would have gone that far and launched a large-scale attack on Cangwu Tree."

"He did not incite evil, but he did not prevent evil from happening."

"They just secretly added various objectives to this incident, taking the opportunity to make life better for the Butterfly Clan."

"The Cangwu Tree incident has burdened me for the rest of my life."

“I believe that this butterfly emperor was the same. Like me, he spent the rest of his life feeling guilty and in pain after that incident.”

"In the second half of our lives, we all bear different sins and repentance."

“He is innocent. His only crime is that he did not stop Chong Qiqi, but instead stood by and watched.”

“In that era, apart from the group of lives infected by the intellectual disaster, there was not a single bad one.”

"On the contrary, I admire his wisdom. His actions laid the foundation for the spirit of the Butterfly Clan, allowing our era to go on for a longer time."

The King of Angels took a large gulp of tea, his expression complex; he now held this man in high esteem.

The deceased is gone.

All the hatred, pain, and despair have already vanished with the wind.

He admired this person's wisdom even more, for he had solved the intellectual dilemma between the left and right hemispheres, truly deserving of the title "God of Knowledge on a High Mountain."

Xu Changsheng sipped his tea and lowered his voice: "As expected of you, this is indeed something you would think of."

The King of Angels sipped his tea and murmured:
"He was also a king who held high the torch of civilization. From the night he stepped down from the Cangwu tree, he was already like a butterfly drawn to a flame, living a life without shame before the people."

(End of this chapter)