Chapter 29: The Entire Internet Is Stunned—The Angel’s Hidden Depths

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As the three opened their eyes again, they had already entered the memory.
The surroundings were filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers, with giant trees towering into the clouds. The flora, the sky, and the pterosaurs occasionally flying past all carried the distinct scent of the Jurassic era.

Li Feng remarked, "We're back. Do you remember when we read this fairy tale book together as children?"
Zou Anmeng nodded, "Of course. We read together every night and played everywhere, as little butterflies... but we haven't touched the book *Amber Monarch Butterfly* since middle school, have we?"

Both were overcome with nostalgia for the past. Or perhaps, they missed those happy, carefree days when their parents were still around.

"Stop dwelling on it, let me see what good stuff is in this place!"
"Exactly! So many big corporations have gone crazy this afternoon! Memories of ancient organisms preserved in ancient amber? I heard they were extracted by seizing the opportunity while the creatures were cocooning!"

Both possessed a burning curiosity and a love for gossip. As commoners at the bottom of the social ladder, they had no access to high-level information. Finally, being able to participate in a major headline event like this made them incredibly excited.

This forbidden book, circulating on the network...
Read it!
They had to read it!

"Within books are houses of gold; within books are faces like jade."
"Even these ancient beings could not have imagined that our modern technology would be so advanced. No sooner have they woken from their laboratory slumber than we are about to strip them bare and lay their secrets out for all to see."
"Come, come, everyone... let's look at their secrets together!"
"Ancient fossils, the times have changed. This is the power of modern technological scholars!"
"Let me see your childhood!"

Liu Jun couldn't help but chuckle. Butterflies and little spherical angels—what kind of messy "secrets" could they possibly have?
As they spoke, the protagonist made his entrance.
Bug Thirteen.
Birth, growth, entirely unremarkable.
Accompanying his mother in weaving was his entire childhood. He used thought-energy to weave various knots, providing labor for the "adults" of the tribe, creating raw materials for hunting traps, and helping to support the family...

As time flowed on, a scene that left them stunned appeared.
Li Feng and Zou Anmeng watched as gods, riding in butterfly-cage carriages, descended from the heavens.
Colorful butterflies danced across the sky, silk bows filled the air... the entire world was plunged into a fairy-tale ocean of flowers. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
In that moment, the little bug defined his life's goal.

What followed were scenes of his growth: the death of his companions, cocooning, death, cocooning...
Endless trial and error through various knots.
They saw Bug Thirteen cry.
He was devastated.
Yet, he resolutely turned back to continue weaving cocoons with his companions.
Day after day, year after year.
Like moths to a flame, breaking from the cocoon to become butterflies.
Finally, after no one knew how many years had passed, he succeeded.
The beautiful angel made his debut.

Both of them were moved by the atmosphere, lost in a trance.
This race was simple, pure.
"To hear the truth in the morning, one may die in the evening."
They were all cocooning, the entire race pushing forward, one after another, sacrificing themselves step by step in pursuit of breaking the cocoon to become a butterfly...

It was a fairy tale of an ugly duckling turning into a swan.
Although the story was touching, they were merely moved. They had seen more poignant scenes before. The PC003 "Mountain Peak Ancient Ape" was also one of the three basic intelligence models, and its history was similar to what was before them.
The ancient apes from ten million years ago had also pushed forward, settling in caves, holding torches high, driving away beasts—it was just like this "moth to a flame."

The anthem of all life is an anthem of courage!
The history of evolution is always so magnificent. Our freedom and greatness are built upon the blood and tears of our ancestors; they were never obtained lightly.

However, Li Feng’s heart was in turmoil as he watched these scenes of relentless sacrifice:
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"Holy cow! I truly admire their spirit of sacrifice!"
"But to have life forms shaped like knots, weaving themselves into vases—and actually succeeding?"
Li Feng felt it was astonishing; even he, a high school student with limited knowledge, could sense the terror within it.

"Turn on the comments."
Zou Anmeng, sitting beside him, was more rational. "We don't know enough! Let's see the comments from the experts! Don't just act like you and say 'holy cow' whenever you see something shocking!"
Li Feng realized she was right.
Yes. Let's see what the experts have to say!
They had turned off the comments earlier to avoid spoilers. But now, seeing this plot, what they wanted most was to open the comments, scroll through the reactions, seek resonance, and hear others' opinions! After all, they were just high school students; it was time to see the thoughts of the well-read adults.

The adults' thoughts were:
"Holy cow!"
"Holy cow!"
"An angel is born! Such cute little wings and a round body, it really is a beautiful little angel."
"Even though it has wings, it loves to walk by bouncing on the ground."
"Holy cow!"

A wave of meaningless comments flooded in.
Zou Anmeng was stunned for a moment: Is this the insight of mature adults?
The comment section was in an uproar. Countless netizens were dumbfounded.
"Your courage in the tribe is worth praising, and the tears you shed write an epic anthem, but turning yourselves into vases and weaving yourselves... that’s going too far!"
"Did this knot-weaving method really happen in ancient times?"
"A race that weaves its own biological structure—just that fact alone holds infinite possibilities!"

It wasn't just them. Even the high-level executives of major corporations, enterprise leaders, and renowned researchers felt as if they were suffering from cerebral embolisms; their minds were blank.
Initially, they had assumed it was just a simple ancient species. Even if the little winged sphere was an advanced life form of a butterfly, they had simply thought:
Just as ancient apes evolved into humans, this ancient butterfly evolving into a winged sphere—it wasn't even as good as their ancient apes!
But the result...
They evolved voluntarily?
Angels were just one of the evolutionary paths of the butterfly race's "Life Knots."

Terrifying guesses flooded their minds.
Does this mean that butterfly-to-angel is just one path?
Could there be butterfly-to-myriad-races?
An entire... mythological era similar to the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*?
Could even the ancient apes, the ancestors of humanity, have been woven from cocoons by the butterfly race?
This scene alone was enough to be the biggest news of the year, sparking frantic discussions among top scholars.

Some scholars even brought up angel legends:
"In mythology, there are indeed legends of angels creating all spirits. Angels love beauty and weave life... it's not impossible!"
Other experts in the field revisited old theories:
"Remember? The previous theory of the Amber Monarch Butterfly's origin—that the Amber Monarch Butterfly was the first thought-energy life form in the world, and all later thought-energy life forms are its descendants."
Other scholars remained calm and collected, "Don't rush, keep watching."

...

Bai Youxuan was the name of the school beauty of Rehe No. 13 High School. In this era that valued wisdom over superficiality, the one elected as school beauty was naturally the top student in her senior year.
Rain Realm, Second Realm, Fourth Stage. That was her standard of quality.
Tonight, Si Anhe had come to give Bai Youxuan some private tutoring. They had also pulled out their PC001 intelligence units, downloaded the mysterious book of ancient biological memories, and watched it together.

At this moment, almost no one in Rehe City was sleeping.
Si Anhe was watching faster. The two had already seen the angel leave the tribe, achieve great deeds, slay dragons, and become invincible. Then, the angel established an angelic dynasty and reached the pinnacle of life.
The previous scenes, while touching to Si Anhe, hadn't caused much of a stir in her heart.
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She wasn't even interested in the theory of evolution.
What did she care about ancestors or weaving...
Until now.
Before her, she saw the aging emperor, standing in a magnificent sanctuary, reprimanding the angels below.
As a teacher, she enjoyed scolding students in class, so she felt a sense of immersion.

"If the heart is filthy, what is the use of cultivating a beautiful skin? No matter how well a knot is tied, no matter how beautiful, it is still just an empty shell."
She felt an unparalleled, majestic atmosphere emanating from this emperor.

"...The beauty we should pursue is to remain as statues of heroes, forever standing in that square outside."
"...Remaining in murals, epics, and ballads, allowing future generations to witness our beautiful splendor."

The voice was not loud, but every word was measured, like a tolling bell or a thunderclap in a clear sky, striking deep into her heart.
Reading is the cultivation of the heart, a realization, a sudden enlightenment. Some people never grasp it in their entire lives, while others reach enlightenment in a second, stepping into the Third Realm and earning the title of Celestial Phenomenon Master.
The scene before her matched her own state of mind.
Wasn't she in her twilight years now? Facing the fate of death at thirty?
She hadn't thought of taking crooked paths; instead, she believed in herself, believed that her students would break through, even if it meant death...
There were some lines she didn't want to cross.
"Even if it means death, I must hold onto the beauty in my heart and keep a clear conscience."

A sudden realization bloomed in her heart.
She sighed, turned to look at Bai Youxuan beside her, and smiled:
"I have struggled for four or five years without making any progress. A few days ago, I exhausted my family's wealth to get my students into programs, sacrificing resources, only seeking a clear conscience. My state of mind barely improved."
"Now, seeing the demeanor of this ancient sage, I have gained much."
"I fear that within a year, I may have the hope of stepping into the Third Realm."
Bai Youxuan was startled and quickly congratulated her: "Congratulations, teacher, for breaking through your mental barrier. A Third Realm Celestial Phenomenon is within reach."

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A thousand people see a thousand Hamlets.
A single book allows countless people to gain various knowledge and find different paths.
Some were interested in the cocooning and weaving of life.
Some were interested in the emperor's concept of beauty.
Some were interested in the two gods and their trials...
Some were interested in the secret history of who was the mastermind behind the scenes, framing this Angel King and forcing the Wisdom Angel to attack the Cangwu Tree.

Countless people were reading frantically. This book was a massive treasure, and every aspect could be mined for startling information.
As the story progressed, they saw the aging emperor meeting with a scholar and proposing the possibility of the existence of a Creator God.
Almost instantly, the comment section boiled over.
A Creator God!?
In the current era, "gods" were merely powerful creatures, saints born with immense strength who had cultivated to deep levels.
But a Creator God? That likely exceeded their imagination.
This made everyone interested in this segment of history.

They continued to watch as the plot went into a frenzy.
The Angel King, in his twilight years, began to frantically lay out plans, preparing to take action against the mysterious existence that had imposed the trials.
As the images flashed and the legions hummed, they saw a terrifying sight.
In the sky, gods descended!
They saw the Angel King make a breakthrough in a desperate situation.
From a cute little angel, he underwent another metamorphosis, imitating the figure of the gods, and became a Great Angel.

In the frame:
The Angel King, his white hair flowing, his posture heroic and majestic, impossibly handsome, radiating holy light, charged toward the sky.
This scene seemed branded into eternal memory.
A thought could not help but burst forth:
"In this cyberpunk world of scholars, is there really... a Creator God above our heads?"
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