After experiencing the happiness within a beautiful dream, those trapped in reality and suffering would transform into butterflies, seeking refuge in the eternal Illusion Dream.
Much like moths instinctively pursue the flame.
What is an undeniable catastrophe for the present generation, was once the longed-for salvation during the chaotic era.
"But hasn't it been thousands of years already? No, the time of the chaos era is disordered, possibly even more than ten thousand years..."
Tong Ting frowned, "The Sovereign of Huaxu has long since perished with the Myriad Phenomena Paradise; what place does this invitation now point to?"
"Isn't that precisely the issue at hand?"
Tong Yuan sighed softly, observing and deciphering the residual clues from this tiny insect, tracing its origins.
Within the lengthy silence, the halo at his fingertips continuously transformed, revealing bizarre and colorful landscapes.
These were not the eerie scenes of the present world.
