Click.
With a sigh, Liu Jun ended his journey and retreated from the spiritual world.
"Butterfly Transformation of Ten Thousand Races, Divergence of All Life."
"This is truly a fairy tale era where myriad butterfly species compete in beauty, bursting with vibrant vitality."
Mushroom Soup World.
Unlike the dream, this place was incredibly rudimentary.
Under the empty, void sky.
Liu Jun looked at the large pot, filled with murky broth, on top of which floated a giant piece of driftwood, covered densely with colorful mushrooms.
Each mushroom represents a butterfly life inside it.
—This is the real butterfly world.
"Poor, so poor. As beautiful as it is in dreams, as ugly it is outside."
"In this era of highly developed information, I really have no good way to make money."
"Revealing a third-level identity, I can naturally make money, but I would also definitely be targeted."
He sighed, bringing his thoughts back to the main topic:
