CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 26: ANGEL KING, REHE CITY BILLIONS OF YEARS AFTER REINCARNATION

Insect Thirteen spent his life in pursuit of beauty.

Since childhood, he aspired to the God of Longevity and the God of Wisdom, learning to tie bows with his mother, aiming to weave the most beautiful knots and construct the most beautiful life.

Like countless little insects, he was not afraid of death.

His life was incredibly resolute, with a garden ahead, Cangwu in his dreams, and divinity in his heart.

He was pure.

He consistently longed for beauty with unwavering dedication.

Initially, he researched with other ugly little caterpillars on how to make cocoons.

On this thorn-filled path of beauty, he saw companions who sacrificed their lives in cocoon-making to test the legitimacy of knots.

He witnessed insects volunteering as test subjects because of his words, validating his conjectures and providing him with data.

They were all very ugly, but their hearts were pure.

With each death of a companion, Insect Thirteen’s heart grew heavier.

Because of the continuous sacrifices of the insects, Insect Thirteen carried their ideals, further solidifying his determination to transform.

He wanted to lead all the insects to become the most beautiful life in the world.

As long as they could emerge from the cocoon as butterflies.

Finally, he succeeded; an angel was born.

He also became the most beautiful, valiant, and powerful emperor in this world!

Yet, the problem that followed was.

Beauty lasts but a moment, his companions were aging.

Acquiring beauty is easy, maintaining eternal beauty is the hardest.

In the eyes of angels, there shouldn’t be only outer beauty; maintaining purity and nobility within the species is his mission.

He sought to be the most arrogant king.

But now he has barely managed to do so.

He has the right and courage to sit on the throne of the golden hall and boldly proclaim before the two deities:

I am the most beautiful hero, the dragon-slaying warrior recorded in history, the most magnificent Angel King.

...

Rehe City.

First High School, affiliated biological laboratory.

"Relieved, content, dying at peace."

"Is this the memory of this Amber Swallowtail Butterfly before it died?"

"A tale of an ugly little insect... a pursuit of beauty fairy tale, an ugly duckling turning into a swan, a distant mythical legend?"

Professor Li Ruxiang, a tall, thin old man, started scolding fiercely:

"Are you mad? Stop joking around! I’ll give you three minutes to reorganize your logical statements! Otherwise, I’ll suspect you’ve contracted cyber psychosis!"

A nearby cheap high school assistant replied:

"But sir, the instruments have not malfunctioned! Currently, when reading memories, we start by extracting the most intense obsession fragments of their lifetime, and these types of fragments often originate from their deathbeds."

Li Ruxiang reconfirmed the experimental data several times, frowning involuntarily:

"But how could this butterfly in amber have such memories? How could prehistoric life from the Jurassic Period have such outrageous, even history-overturning evolutionary visuals?"

The assistant student shouted: "Something’s off, his final memories are of dreaming of gods... keep reading, read his earlier memories!"

A group of teachers in white lab coats were filled with excitement, watching the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly frozen in ancient amber.

This is an ancient species from the Jurassic Period.

Moreover, there are actually many of this type of butterfly’s amber in stock.

Yet most are useless.

Because normally, a Saint’s qualifications are one in a hundred billion.

For every hundred billion amber fossilized Amber Swallowtail Butterflies, there’s only one true Saint model.

What lies before them.

Is merely a batch of ordinary Phoenix Butterfly fossils used for experiments, yet among them, one Amber Swallowtail Butterfly had an anomaly.

They began researching, resulting in such an outrageous event.

"Continue reading!"

"And place this Amber Swallowtail Butterfly in the highest-grade nutrient solution to see if his cells can be reactivated..."

Leading Professor Li Ruxiang couldn’t help but show excitement.

Rehe City First High School is truly a world-class topnotch school.

The students here, though drenched in acid rain.

Actually, they each lack nothing in resources.

They are all from various branches of scholarly families, coming here to undergo acid rain, hellish learning, to improve themselves and deliver results to be seen by their main families.

After all, even the great families with Confucian Saints at the helm are highly competitive within.

And the only silver lining is:

Before they turn thirty, if they don’t break through the third stage, they likely won’t die.

Because their families are wealthy enough to provide them with tens of millions for cloning rebirth costs for their shattered bodies.

But thus.

Their lives are preserved, but they lose their value.

The rest of their lives are to be spent as laborers, contributing to their family in various factories, repaying the cost of the life-saving surgery.

For all these reasons, Rehe First High School is an aristocratic school, naturally equipped with affiliated schools, attached laboratories, and even various professors stationed.

The instruments are naturally extremely advanced.

In fact, several experimental outcomes from Rehe Heavy Industry were born here.

But now...

The leading scientist Li Ruxiang looked at the scene, excited in his heart: "If it’s true, if it’s true, I fear..."

Glory, fame, wealth...

He might even be recorded in the textbooks of human history.

Crash!

Various high-energy solutions entered the transparent culture chamber.

The technology of cellular regeneration cloning continually nourished and revitalized the body.

At this moment, the laboratory assistant suddenly shouted:

"The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly has shown consciousness activity."

The professor shouted, "A butterfly dead for countless centuries, how can it still be alive."

Even with the current cloning model, it’s only cloning their brain structure.

They are truly dead.

Like the most general-purpose PC001[Amber Swallowtail Butterfly].

This ancient saint is actually dead, only the brain structure of ancient remains is made into a prototype for production.

Even ancient saints are dead, how can an ordinary butterfly, not a saint, still be alive? And have a soul of its own?

The assistant shouted, "Should we stop the experiment and apply upwards..."

"No, we can’t apply."

Li Ruxiang knew what those guys were like, once found out, this treasure would no longer be related to them.

Even if there is some danger, he still believes it can be borne.

Just a Jurassic animal from the Primitive Era.

"Continue for me!" Li Ruxiang shouted.

And inside the laboratory.

They were unaware that a faint, weak consciousness was gradually awakening in the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly.

"Where am I...?"

"I remember, after I died, I instinctively used remaining consciousness, followed that Creator God... broke through the whole world, along with a mysterious storm..."

"Did I just drift here? Attached to a certain tribesman? Am I now the first generation Ancestral Monarch Butterfly?"

With a thought, as a third-level strong being, it instinctively invaded the Intelligent Brain of several laboratory assistants.

A massive amount of various information was searched and rapidly poured into the brain.

"Modern humans, it’s already countless billions of years later... how is it possible?"

"The Prophet, the Late Emperor, have both died in that era?"

He read the memory of extinction events, in that era they lived in known as the Jurassic Period, there was a Triassic-Jurassic extinction.

"They probably died in the mass extinction..." A complex feeling of nostalgia and loss appeared in his heart.

He thought he was dead, yet unexpectedly... he was the lucky one who survived in the whole epoch billions of years later?

Suddenly, he recalled the Prophet, the God of Longevity.

Did he...

Perhaps like him, survive the epoch destruction as the last era’s refugee?

Is he now another Prophet?

Another one who lives to this era... the God of Longevity?

He thought whirlpools, looking at those alien creatures outside, a civilization species of this era.

"Ugly, too ugly..."

"They disassemble organs, sell bodies."

"They create life without wisdom for enslavement."

"They clone the brains of the strong, sell them to the masses."

"They call themselves humans, a race both ugly and filthy, throughout history engaged in infighting, greed, selfishness..."

This epoch turned out to be a race completely different from the beautiful, good, and upright Angel Race.

Thought spins.

He gradually restored the entire butterfly body.

He discovered he still carried [Deep Love is not Long-lived] within him, already a once-dreamed-of deity.

But no joy at all.

What use is it?

Our era has long since passed.

Moreover, he inadvertently found he carried a new Divine Object, Star Rushing Lightning.

Because it was by relying on this Divine Object at the time that he could catch up with the Creator God...

As his telekinesis gradually restored, a large amount of information data from this era was read, he quickly learned some advanced telekinesis usage.

The next moment.

The laboratory assistant suddenly shouted, "Master Li Ruxiang, our laboratory is being invaded."

"What happened?"

"Is it the instruments malfunctioning?"

"The entire nutrient solution is being absorbed rapidly!"

"Crazy, that’s the very precious number three Thought Supplement Potion among the third level."

"Continue supplementing!"

"What happened!"

Amidst countless chaos, people looked back and found the glass chamber of the laboratory, that Amber Swallowtail Butterfly...

Is cocooning.