Next, Liu Jun briefly explained his idea, and the air fell silent for a moment.
Soon after, a burst of sound arose.
"Good, a great way!"
"This is fantastic!"
"Truly worthy of the Prophet; this allows us frail ones to be protected!"
They were overjoyed, eager to go back and try it immediately.
This method seemed to be tailor-made for the Telekinesis Butterfly tribe.
Die Lvxiang's expression changed slightly, and he suppressed his inner joy, exclaiming excitedly, "We can recruit a batch of insects right away, let them spin cocoons and shape them to start the experiment!"
"Let me handle this."
Die Hongjun, responsible for the magic carpet, was naturally the evolution expert in this area.
"No, you can't."
Die Lvxiang said, "If we are to travel everywhere, not resting on the Cangwu Tree, not staying close to the Prophet, we will age quickly."
"And do you remember what the Prophet taught us back then? The wisdom brought by unity is endless."
"Let the descendants take on this task; I suggest sharing this concept with all the tribesmen, allowing them to try their ideas and weave their own life forms."
Liu Jun watched the heated discussion below, smiling.
These disciples, taught by him with traditional poetry, books, and musical rites, were more outstanding than he had imagined.
...
...
In the palace.
Die Lvxiang recalled the strands of clothing, feeling an unbearable itch in his heart.
He started weaving for a while but found that his proficiency in second-level Telekinesis was too low and needed to be well-practiced.
After all.
Stably suspending objects and fine operations are not simple.
Die Lvxiang couldn't help but sigh, "Even I am captivated by it and want to ignore state affairs; the Prophet is indeed our teacher, adept at grasping the psychology of the tribe."
Most of the butterflies, like the late Emperor, were rather lax, and this move was truly a stroke of genius!
He could no longer imagine how the entire naive and innocent butterfly species would strive with enthusiasm, entranced by such beautiful weaving.
"I already feel a bit impatient." Die Lvxin beside him laughed, "As the Empress, I can't wait to have a set of clothes, Phoenix!"
"You can't."
Die Lvxiang, sitting on the flower throne beside her, said, "The Phoenix is made for the late Emperor by the Prophet. Woven it might be a transgression."
"What does it matter, the Phoenix Emperor won't care about these things at all." Die Lvxin was unconcerned, "Moreover, we also have Divine Objects, and we can ascend to divinity in the future."
Now there is the God of Wisdom, the God of Longevity.
And their remaining treasures, light, wind, radiant evolution, will eventually be thoroughly researched, integrated into their bodies, and become the second generation of gods.
Die Lvxiang sighed and exhorted:
"The Phoenix Emperor has a big heart, perhaps he won't mind, but we must adhere to etiquette."
"Besides, even if we all become gods in the future, why wear the same clothes?"
"The Phoenix Emperor's phoenix clothing is obviously tailor-made for him by the Prophet. You can design your own some other day; don't you trust your own aesthetic?"
Die Lvxin realized she almost forgot the teacher's teachings on interpersonal relationships out of fleeting excitement.
They are destined to live long lives; to avoid drifting apart, naturally, they need to maintain relationships.
Die Lvxin nodded heavily:
"Yes, I'll weave my own unique apparel."
She thought about it and began to eagerly design her clothing styles again.
Modify this part.
Adjust that part.
She adored the graceful shape of the Phoenix, using it as a reference to create a new Divine Bird.
A few days later, Die Lvxin took her design drawings to the Cangwu Divine Hall, seeking the Prophet.
Die Lvxin shouted, "Please, Prophet, bestow a name."
After a moment of silence inside, a voice came out:
"Vermilion Bird."
Thus, the beauty-loving Empress also had a beautiful new outfit.
...
...
In the Divine Hall.
Liu Jun had them weave clothes and build butterfly exteriors, but it was just a casual act.
His main focus was still cultivation.
Using this third-level Intelligent Brain for thought is the cultivation method of a Confucian Scholar.
At this moment.
Looking at the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly transforming into a Phoenix Butterfly, Liu Jun planned to continue teaching it third-level abilities: Divine Travel Skill.
This is one of the iconic abilities of the third level.
In ancient times, this discipline was even called Divine Presence.
"Do you want to go out and play?" Liu Jun suddenly asked.
"Can I go out?" Amber Swallowtail Butterfly was even happier, wriggling, "Can I wear my new outfit?"
"No, you can go out in a different way."
"You can possess the body of your subordinates; no one will know your true identity, and you can freely do whatever you like."
"That's great!"
A year later.
On the Cangwu Tree.
The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly sat on the flower throne, its consciousness settled on the city below.
With a thought, it suddenly entered the body of a butterfly playing by the roadside.
Hehe haha.
It started singing with its companions nearby.
And the next moment, when it saw a butterfly walking by the roadside, its consciousness instantly flowed into it, joining the dance group ahead.
Poets, singers, craftsmen; it hopped along the street, joyously.
On the tree, Liu Jun saw this scene and smiled, "Innate Saint, truly remarkable."
This is the terrifying aspect of a third-level Telekinesis Master: possession!
Consciousness can detach from the body, walk among passersby, and roam among all beings.
In ancient times, such beings would naturally be called... gods!
The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly walked and walked until it reached an extremely lively area.
This was a weaving garden.
The will of the gods sparked a huge wave; countless sages and insects pursued the ultimate beauty here, spinning silkworm cocoons.
"Weaving silkworm cocoons? This must be the method taught by the God of Wisdom!"
"Oh, God of Wisdom above, you have bestowed upon us wisdom and taught us knowledge. We are determined to weave the most beautiful bodies! To possess the most complete and powerful shells!"
...
Hidden among the butterfly swarm, the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly listened blissfully.
The Butterfly Race is inherently fond of beauty and has a natural talent for becoming prettier.
Under the covert observation of the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly, various beautiful cocoons began to appear.
There were lantern-shaped cocoons, spherical cocoons, dinosaur-shaped ones, triangular ones, flower-shaped ones...
"Hee hee hee!"
Innocent laughter spread across the sea of flowers as they emerged from their cocoons and danced in the sky.
Each uniquely shaped, polygonal small butterfly resembled a sprite, flying through the sky.
This spectacular scene reminded Liu Jun of the Weifang Kite Festival, where all kinds of peculiar kites flew in the sky.
"Amazing, amazing," even the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly cheered happily from below.
"The world is truly wonderful."
Liu Jun watched the sky quietly. "What is this, a kite civilization from the Jurassic Period?"
At this time, the Butterfly Race merely donned an exotic cocoon shell.
Like wearing a leather overcoat, it's more for aesthetics than practicality.
Yet, time pushed forward, and the Butterfly Race, proficient in weaving, continued to weave various cocoons.
In the pursuit of beauty, they unleashed extreme energy, as passion is the best teacher.
Some within the Butterfly Race discovered a brand new pattern!
By using a Magic Carpet at a specific frequency to illuminate the cocoons, the cocoons would integrate with flesh.
The shapes sculpted by the cocoon would even become part of their skin!
This situation is akin to placing a square casing over watermelons, forcing them to grow into square shapes.
Biologically, the butterfly chrysalis is an extraordinary stage.
Many children, curious at a young age, peel off butterfly cocoons only to find that inside there isn't a caterpillar slowly growing wings,
Instead, the entire cocoon is filled with organizational fluid.
Various tissues float in a pool of liquid, with the brain and nervous system suspended within.
The liquid eventually reorganizes into a butterfly, emerging from the cocoon.
This is metamorphosis!
Now, at this stage, with the Telekinesis-assisted liquid brains of the Butterfly Race, it's akin to a fetus reshaping its form and constructing its next stage!
Using Telekinesis, the specially molded silken cocoon, flesh, meridians, blood vessels, nervous system... would adhere to the shell.
This is...
Life sculpting!
Butterflies, with four life stages, are truly full of potential!
"Failure, does it lead to death?"
"Hee hee hee, of course, but for beauty's sake!"
"I want to be beautiful, I want to be beautiful!"
"Failing might lead to death, but successfully emerging from the cocoon to form another life stage will open a new path to beauty!"
"The Prophet told us that if we succeed, a new page will be added to our genealogy because we will have created a new branch of the Butterfly Race!"
For the pursuit of beauty, to let life blossom.
To transform from ugly worms into beautiful butterflies.
Around the Magic Carpet, countless fearless insects were eager to break the cocoon and grow into a beautiful life form.
They advanced tirelessly, igniting the flame of civilization and molding their shapes.
Ah!
The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly watched with fascination, "They truly love beauty."
Liu Jun also praised, "Develop quickly so I can have a self-protecting civilization army."
Soon after.
From the moist cocoons emerged a centipede creature with numerous arms and legs, a butterfly's wings stretched on its back.
The Centipede Butterfly said:
"These woven limbs are connected to my nerves, all eighteen legs can move."
Thus, the Multi-handed Butterfly Race was born, turning a new page in the genealogy.
But because it was too ugly.
Other butterflies were reluctant to follow its path.
"Ah, you're too ugly, I don't want to take this life path!"
"Hee hee hee, so ugly, so ugly!"
The Multi-handed Butterfly was very sad: "I don't want to be this ugly either, but if you follow my path, you won't have to worry about dying. I've already paved the way for you."
He flew everywhere in the sky, looking at the green caterpillars waiting to cocoon below,
"My weaving method is to hide inside the chrysalis and start weaving from the thorax, using clover knots to weave the abdomen."
"Using twisted bread knots, weave the nerve endings of the arms."
"Using plum blossom knots, weave the joints of the arms and legs."
"Using floral knots, connect the various parts of the arms and legs..."
"Thus, thus, like this, like that..."
"With the Magic Carpet irradiation for three days, they will melt together, and the nerves will grow out."
"But the limbs are still somewhat clumsy. I think we can optimize further, perhaps turn the front tentacles into pincers using pouch knots..."
This flying Centipede Butterfly attempted to impart his path of [Life Rope Knot] to other insects, seeking more companions.
But no companions paid attention to him.
The insects proudly arched their bodies, raising their heads: "No, we don't want an ugly appearance, we want to create our own path!"
The Centipede Butterfly waved its arms and legs frantically, "But, but you'll die, why not try my already successful path!"
The insects said:
"No, we want to create a more beautiful form! Weave a more beautiful body and then emerge as butterflies!"
"Even if it means death."
"If we can create a beautiful and powerful life form, we can surely defeat the dragons outside the valley!"
Deeply saddened, the Multi-handed Butterfly Race lowered its head, intending to leave this heartbreaking place.
But soon, it was blocked by three insects.
"My name is Insect Thirteen, and I want to learn your techniques," said one caterpillar.
"You want to learn?" The Multi-handed Butterfly Race was somewhat happy.
"Yes, but I won't transform into you. I believe learning various [Life Rope Knot] structures will allow me to become the strongest and most beautiful life form! Intelligent Multi-handed Butterfly, are you willing to help me?"
"I'm willing!" The Multi-handed Butterfly was very sincere.
At this time, two more butterflies came forward.
"My name is Insect Thirty."
"My name is Insect Seventy-seven."
A team thus emerged.
The Amber Swallowtail Butterfly blinked, suddenly recalling the time when it met the Prophet, it was just like this.