The angels below hummed the sacred hymns, their momentum immense.
The sky tore open a gap, and a gigantic figure floated in the chaos, as if its body spanned millions of miles, its majestic lines shocking all who beheld it.
Majestic.
Gigantic.
Vast.
"The Creator God..."
All life gazed at the figure in the sky, as if seeing their own destiny.
It was the ultimate beauty containing both destruction and eternity.
A vast, complex, chaotic force, as if mixed with the wills of countless creatures from history, surged into the angels' minds, transforming into an endless stream of information.
...
...
It was as if innumerable ancient beings continually murmured softly by their ears.
As if the entire world was praying.
They were soil, sand, wind, rain, insects, birds, swimming fish...
Mixing countless wills of living and dead things, converging into a mighty torrent.
At this moment.
All life felt as if the source of the entire world had descended.
That figure descended from the sky, containing the path to the ultimate truth.
And in the next moment, that figure seemed to ignore their armies and emperor below, gradually distancing itself, leaving only two divine objects falling to the mortal world.
That figure... was moving away!
That indifference, like something aloof for eternity, suddenly made them all simultaneously think: "We have been ignored!"
"So that... is the god who descends the divine objects?"
"No response... ignored, unheard?"
"Perhaps, in His eyes, our shouts are no different from the sounds of nature."
"Our energy level is too low to attract attention."
"The greatest disdain is ignorance."
"Indeed, indeed."
An angel murmured softly:
"Would you care about the sound of water flowing by the roadside? Would you care about the sound of rain by the roadside? In His eyes, we are just part of nature, no different from rocks that might move by the roadside."
The Angel King trembled uncontrollably, eyes quivering, wings shivering.
The Angel King coldly said: "Unable to communicate? Uncertain of its nature... then try attacking."
"After all, an existence that destroys eras one by one is very likely to destroy us in the future."
The Angel King Insect Thirteen finally transformed from terror to rage.
"Fine! We can still go back to then."
The Wise Angel who lost his beloved child in the past also grew excited, recalling the fiery years of fighting alongside to wage war on the Long-necked Dragons.
"Form the formation!"
The Angel King commanded the four corners of the legions, telekinesis in unison, turning into a rain of flying white bones that shot straight into the sky.
"Burn!"
In the next moment, countless angels borrowed the "Deep Love is not Long-lived" from the Cangwu Tree, transforming the whole race into burning giant mushroom bombs, emitting a faint holy white light.
Burn! Transform into Butterflies!
Countless sacred, pure telekinesis gathered on the Angel King, as if constructing a massive energy angel temporarily existing between heaven and earth.
This was a battle burning their lives, for those old soldiers who followed the Angel King to wage war across the vast earth, had not planned to return.
They had rehearsed this battle long ago.
The pupils in the high sky, seemingly like the sun and moon, slightly turned, finally noticing the scene below.
However, that mysterious eternal existence paused for only a second, then, like a natural hurricane that suddenly appeared and disappeared, slowly vanished from this world.
"Ignored, still ignored!"
And in the next moment, Insect Thirteen condensed the burning life's spiritual fluctuations of all the angel soldiers, his body inflating countless times.
He was like a Heaven-Opening Giant, his thoughts surging.
"Not enough, still not enough."
"Since you are nature, then our Angel Civilization shall continue to conquer nature!"
He paused, the corners of his mouth cracking into a smile.
"I have."
"Thirty-eight thousand angels, all broken from the cocoon, consolidating the fire of civilization, flying butterflies into the fire..."
"Receive my sword!"
Countless angel bone spurs, like a vast heavenly river, transformed into a dazzling giant bone sword, lighting up the world.
This sword feared not death, charging ever forward.
And a group of veteran generals from the past, too, could no longer withstand the pull of "Deep Love is not Long-lived," falling one by one.
The historian angel below continually recorded.
Blazing Angel, dead.
Throne Angel, dead.
Wheel Angel, dead.
Wise Angel, dead.
The Archangel Leader, dead.
...
"Good, good!"
Watching one old friend after another walk towards a grand finale, Insect Thirteen laughed aloud, "One should die on the battlefield, not live in loneliness, but die with dignity together."
In an instant, with an extreme blaze, this aged emperor turned the deep emotions, depression, guilt, and suspicion accumulated over innumerable years into a single sword strike.
Tears involuntarily slid down the corner of Insect Thirteen's eye, unexpectedly falling onto [Deep Love is not Long-lived], blending in with an eerie perfection.
A lifetime of tossing and turning, sleepless pain, ultimate repression, and suffering coincidentally echoed the ability of [Deep Love is Not Long-lived], completely integrating this innate gift into the body.
In disbelief, all the angels witnessed an incredible scene.
A new god was born!
The spontaneous aura suddenly broke through, finally breaking the lifelong constraints, stepping into the third tier.
"Deep Love is Not Long-lived, Wisdom Hurts." The Angel King muttered, "This is my past half-life... but now they're all dead, I became a god, what use is it?"
All the angels, butterflies, and various races looked at this majestic Angel King, this would be...
The third divine spirit.
On the Cangwu Tree.
"Unexpectedly, he really did it." Die Lvxiang watched the scene in shock.
Over the years, he painstakingly researched how to become a new god, eventually discovering that it required enlightenment, a need to match.
And Deep Love is Not Long-lived, perfectly suited...
Insect Thirteen.
So he taught him the method he had researched over the years, and it indeed came true.
Everyone was too shocked to speak for a long time, quietly watching this divine spirit swinging a sword towards the sky.
His army of over thirty thousand old soldiers who fought with him for years transformed into pure Power of Life, becoming a large silhouette of the Angel King.
However...
It was still not enough!
Insect Thirteen felt this power was too crude.
In the next moment, he felt enlightened,
"Back then, the Multi-handed Butterfly dreamed of the Divine Image, drawing the Angel Race, but it was merely a vague imagination... forming a round sphere."
"Now, this is the true form."
He suddenly understood something, looking at the visage in the sky, his entire body also began to transform in the image of the Creator God.
His round body suddenly started to metamorphose, like a prototype embryo, constantly changing in the middle, starting to become semi-transparent, a curled-up infant appeared inside, with only a pair of small wings remaining outside.
Deep Love is not Long-lived, burning the lifespan!
The next moment, the infant rapidly grew, breaking through the Angel Egg, becoming a handsome, tall angel.
He stood handsome and upright, like a sculpture of an ancient Greek god, then looked up, facing the dazzling heavenly might, an existence symbolizing the supreme world.
Slash!
Finally, the sword fell.
The world seemed to greet its end.
Yet the huge sword fell, sinking silently into that gradually departing eternal presence, without a ripple.
"Is it still useless?" Insect Thirteen stared blankly at the scene, feeling his strength vanishing, this battle's outcome was determined.
Just then, the figure in the sky suddenly paused.
"Speak."
From deep within the vast universe, outside the world, came a distant, cold, mental voice.
Transforming into the purest, primal spirit, it surged into Insect Thirteen's mind.
Insect Thirteen shouted with difficulty:
"I read from the memory of the earth's layers about the existence of gods and trials, you created the gods, created all things? Our entire world is your Divine Kingdom?"
The voice in the sky said blandly:
"You can think... yes."
The voice faded.
The figure vanished.
The sky suddenly returned to silence.
Only angels remained everywhere, and Insect Thirteen too fell from the sky, unintentionally colliding with the Star Rushing Lightning floating in the sky, his consciousness gradually blurring completely.
His expression gradually harbored a slight satisfied smile.
When he completely fell, his body happened to embrace the Angel Empress.
Two deceased butterfly wings tightly embraced, like splendid funeral garments draped, frozen into a distant future epic mural.
On the Cangwu Tree.
"Being unable to defeat him is the best respect for him."
Liu Jun closed his eyes.
And as the entire Angel Legion concluded, watching the apocalyptic-like scene, and that final dialogue, all the clansmen felt like it was a fleeting dream.
An era pursuing beauty had thus ended.
In the void, Insect Thirteen remained silent, hazily recalling the year, communicating with his mother and the Captain of the Guard, as a little insect looking at the Butterfly Cage Vehicle in the sky, the fluttering colorful butterfly swarm, the God of Longevity, and the God of Wisdom reappearing.
This time, the God of Longevity basked in a golden divine light, softly saying: "Little insect, your life has already been beautiful enough."
Insect Thirteen smiled with satisfaction.
My brief self ended my aged life, my great self obtained beautiful eternity in the Holy Hall mural.
Year 109 of the Butterfly Era, the Angel King, aged in his twilight years, asked the heavens a question, passing away with a smile.