"Another batch of young butterflies are nearing their end."
"More or less, it's about time we descended with blessings to delay their aging. Let's go on a journey!"
Three days later, Liu Jun rode the Butterfly Cage Vehicle, soaring through various tribes in the sky, bestowing blessings.
The little insects below all showed yearning and bewildered expressions, praying and praising the great Divine Spirit.
"God of Longevity, God of Wisdom!"
"You bring us civilization, clothe us, and give us faith~"
Hearing these youthful little voices, Liu Jun was momentarily reminded of the past Insect Thirteen.
"Truly, as the years go by, the flowers remain the same, but people change every year."
He quietly sat in the carriage, overlooking the sea of flowers beneath, with the butterflies fluttering in the sky,
"Another batch of young fellows, I wonder what new races might emerge..."
He closed his eyes, feeling the countless young cries of joy, excitement, and hope enveloping him.
