The commotion has finally come to an end.
No news about this matter was released from the Angel Race.
It was also a respectable conclusion given by Insect Thirteen to the War Angels who followed him.
Insect Thirty, Insect Seventy-seven, and the Multi-handed Butterfly understood the intention of this Angel King, and began to gradually let go of their attachment to life, entrusting their hopes for the future onto the next generation.
Insect Thirteen also proclaimed, "The offspring of each of the veteran leaders also have the qualification to inherit the throne."
This made the War Angels who were relieved of their positions feel even more ashamed, pouring all their hearts into the next generation.
Moreover, as the Angels gradually stepped into old age and passed their peak battle period, they completely abandoned their delusional obsessions, beginning to admire artistic painting more and more.
They started to indulge in pleasure, wholeheartedly pursuing beauty.
Sculpture halls appeared one by one, various divine halls, and holy halls.
On various stone tablets, clay, and wood, magnificent scenes of their conquests over the world were carved, attracting countless young Angels to admire!
They composed their epic and mythology.
And recorded the magnificent history with a new Angel script.
On the murals.
The first scene.
Depicts the God of Longevity and the God of Wisdom, sitting in a Butterfly Cage Vehicle, sprinkling blessings from the sky, while the young Angel King walks out with his aged mother, listening to the teachings of the Captain of the Guard...
The second scene.
Begins with a few words: Two butterflies among sentient beings, transforming four races, four types of beings living innumerably.
Thus, the Butterfly Transformation of Ten Thousand Races.
The insects molded their forms, pursuing beauty to the point of flying into flames, perishing by the thousands and tens of thousands.
On the mural, the young Angel King witnessed the fall of the insect swarms, innumerable forms of life, witnessing the fearless beauty and the breathtaking momentary splendor!
The third scene.
Features the four great ancestors of Angels, painstakingly researching within tree hollows, suddenly receiving divine inspiration, encountering a mysterious figure, and thereafter modeling the beautiful form, creating the Angel Race.
The fourth scene.
The Angels walked out from the Butterfly Kingdom, the mural illustrating each terrifying enemy, and the process of conquering the world.
One after another, the splendid achievements, are recorded in this chapter.
And the God of Wisdom and the God of Longevity, who granted all this, were also bestowed with the name of "God" of the Angel Civilization.
Inscribed on the mural is a line of words.
"No Angel possesses eternal beauty, but there will always be eternally beautiful Angels."
The young Little Angels underneath, bouncing around, looking at the statue of the Angel King, feel immensely great and shocked!
The statue's aura seems to be infused with a divine charm, possessing an indescribable prideful beauty of the soul.
"We indeed are the most beautiful life forms."
The young Little Angels are exceedingly excited.
The statue of the Angel King has already achieved the supreme beauty art that the Butterfly Race yearns for.
...
Ten more years passed.
Batch after batch of Angels were born, continuously perfecting their racial structure, optimizing their flawed lifespan.
Each talented young one was born, ushering a new chapter belonging to the Angel Civilization.
Among the young generation, the most outstanding was the child of Insect Thirty, the Wise Angel, Jilupa.
The children of the Multi-handed Butterfly Wheel Angels were numerous.
The eldest son of the Angel King, Raphael.
The second-generation Angels took new names, no longer adhering to the naming system of the Insect Race from before.
After all, the casualties were so severe back then, most insects would die, and taking simple names was the most convenient.
On another day.
Upon the Angel Sanctuary.
The Angel King appeared increasingly aged:
"We are nearing the end of life; henceforth, I will send our respective offspring to study in the Butterfly Kingdom."
Insect Thirty, the Wise Angel below, asked: "Why send our children over there."
Next to him, the queen, Insect Seventy-seven, said:
"This is my suggestion to His Majesty."
"Because we are too old, perhaps the Butterfly Kingdom will guard against us harboring malice; although we won't, the Butterfly Kingdom may not be free from suspicion."
"Even if there is no suspicion, doing this can eliminate concerns, reducing some unnecessary misunderstandings."
"Additionally, the Butterfly Race is our ancestral land, possessing various treasures; the children going there to learn various cultures will better lead the entire Angel Race upon returning."
Insect Thirty was a bit tense; you both are united as husband and wife, willing to let your children go.
Among the four founding Angels, he doted the most on his children.
His child Jilupa was well-behaved, beloved by the Butterfly Race, making this Wise Angel often boast about his child among their old friends.
The entire Angel Race knew this Wise Angel to be a doting parent.
Letting his most treasured child go far away made him anxious.
"Rest assured." The Angel King chatted casually with several old friends about past glorious deeds.
After sending them off.
The Angel King flew to the top of the Sanctuary, overlooking the magnificent Angel City he built; Little Angels were lively and bustling on the streets.
Seeing these young lives suddenly made him somewhat envious, then reflected:
"Insect Thirteen, Insect Thirteen, you think yourself unafraid of death, having done the righteous act of sacrificing kin, yet at this moment, a great fear still rises in your heart."
However, every life harbors malice.
Isn't the pursuit of beauty by life just suppressing inner ugliness?
Fear is the instinct of all living beings, courage is the anthem of Angels, and he aims to be the most beautiful king in this world!
...
Half a month later.
Over a dozen young Angel offspring entered various Butterfly Gardens, settling under the Cangwu Tree.
The entire world seemed so fresh!
"So beautiful!"
They were delighted to explore this land full of exotic charm.
"Such melodious songs."
They imitated the little butterflies by the roadside in singing rhymes.
"Such exquisite dances."
They danced along with the butterflies, and the dance was so gentle and ethereal, making their chubby bodies somewhat adorably clumsy, drawing laughter from the butterflies.
And going to school, they learned various pieces of knowledge left by the Prophet.
"The Prophet indeed is the most formidable sage; his philosophies keep us from internal strife."
They also occasionally went to various places to enjoy food.
However, merely three days later.
A horrifying message spread throughout Butterfly Valley; the Angels who went to Butterfly Valley were attacked, and most were injured or killed!
The child of the Wise Angel, most beloved Jilupa, was nowhere to be found.
This news swiftly reached the ears of the Angel King.
"Not good!"
A terrifying thought immediately emerged in Insect Thirteen's mind, "Trouble occurred shortly after entering the Butterfly Kingdom; an ambush must have been planned for a while."
This mission to the Butterfly Kingdom seemed shrouded from the start under some conspiracy and plots.
"It's dire, Insect Thirty had already settled into retirement, his heart attached to his child, now that the child is gone..." Before he could think any further,
a War Angel tumbled and rushed into the Sanctuary, anxiously crying out:
"Oh King, the Wise Angel has revolted!"
Insect Thirteen's heart trembled, "Don't panic, explain carefully."
The War Angel shouted: "The Wise Angel, leading an army of thirty thousand War Angels, has already begun attacking Butterfly Valley, pleading the God of Longevity and the God of Wisdom to find the real perpetrator."