Chapter 58: The Encounter Between Xu Changsheng and Insect Thirteen!

Liu Jun clicked online to browse the forum posts.

"Ah, ah, ah! I want to enroll in the new major this year!"

"An angel! So handsome!"

"This Rehe Heavy Industries is too good at hype! The price of the Little Angel Bio-Brain is probably going to double again!"

"In the future, will we all have a cute little angel as a pet at home?"

"In the future, the streets will be full of beautiful angels, and we might even be able to marry one and bring them home! Hehehe!"

"The world is changing, turning into something I no longer recognize!"

...

Inside the network forum of Rehe City, a group of people were buzzing with noise.

[Great Dream Immortality]: "Everyone, why do you think they are cooperating? Let me analyze it. The reason is very simple: neither side can catch the other, so they have no choice but to compromise and make money together."

"Capitalists will sell the rope used to hang themselves!"

"After all, millennium noble families and centuries-old dynasties—in the eyes of these powerful clans, the ones they should worry about is the current imperial court. In the worst-case scenario, even if the angels overthrow the dynasty, they will still be the privileged nobles of the new dynasty in the future."

"Even now, these nobles can already be considered as having secretly invested in the King of Angels."

Liu Jun sipped his drink, eating the metal can right along with it, and sighed inwardly: As expected of the protagonist, he sure is active!

...

On the other side.

The Rehe Pearl Tower in Rehe City.

Re He smiled. "We have reached a preliminary cooperation, at least seizing the initiative and cutting off any possibility of the other party cooperating with other companies."

The King of Angels belonged to the benevolent side among ancient creatures.

Therefore, they found an opportunity for cooperation.

Although Rehe Heavy Industries was not exactly a benevolent force, it naturally hoped that its cooperative partners would be upright and good people.

Re Ji frowned and said, "We can now start the mass production line for the Little Angel Bio-Brain, but he is not a Saint Brain, so mass production is impossible."

Since the other party was not a Saint Brain, cloning his brain could not yield bio-brain models.

Could it be that they expected the King of Angels to undergo individual alienation and progression one by one?

That efficiency was far too low.

It would also continuously deplete the power of the King of Angels.

"When all is said and done, besides the King of Angels, we still need a bio-brain of the same type—an Angel Saint—as a prototype machine to support the foundation of this school of thought."

"Indeed, and only when a school has enough books can its foundation be profound."

"The Butterfly Clan only has *Amber Swallowtail* as a prologue and *The King of Angels* as the first volume. What else is there?"

"These books are mere semi-finished products."

For Saint families like theirs, a single school of thought of the mind could boast multiple chapters and books, complete with matching scriptures and cultivation techniques.

Failing that, a faction's foundation would lack depth.

Having only a single book like *The King of Angels* felt somewhat sparse.

"However, isn't that precisely why we chose to help him?" Re He smiled faintly. "It is precisely because his foundation is not deep enough to pose a threat that we chose to test the waters."

"Furthermore, our third encirclement and suppression campaign against this ancient creature failed, and we discovered that he possesses some kind of terrifying concealment ability. Haven't you noticed yet?"

They exchanged glances.

They recalled the life memories of Worm Thirteen.

That mysterious and eternal deity had suddenly crashed into their minds.

Only that entity possessed the capability to assist with both [Immortality] and [Concealment].

This ancient King of Angels likely had...

"Did such an existence truly survive three epochs?" Re Ji asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Before humanity was the age of dinosaurs, and that deity was born in an even earlier era.

Was this truly possible?

They looked toward the two fairy tales and fables lying nearby: *Amber Swallowtail* and *The King of Angels*.

"Immortality... A god!?"

An epic descended into the present reality, violently churning their emotions.

...

Worm Thirteen continuously browsed the information on the network.

Having now gone through adjustment and regrouping, as a complete intellect god, no one on the network could trace his origins anymore.

The public sea of minds, which could not be tracked, was also one of the greatest traits of an intellect god.

Coupled with the concealment ability blessed by the Prophet, he was foolproof.

"They can't catch me anymore. I will first establish a school of thought to improve the livelihood of the ordinary masses and increase their avenues for upward mobility."

"Having come to this unfamiliar future, one must have some pursuits. Consider this my way of helping them out."

Suddenly, he noticed a private message from [Great Dream Immortality].

This guy's previous analysis had actually been quite interesting.

The private message used a very clickbaity title: [I have information you want to know. She, the mastermind behind the scenes, is still alive after your death.]

But the most bizarre part was:

He had attached some strange, garbled weaving methods.

An ordinary person wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of it, but at a single glance, he saw the anomaly: "This is a blueprint for weaving a part of the Four-Winged Angel?"

"How is that possible?"

He decisively chose to reach out to the sender.

...

Rented apartment.

Swoosh.

Xu Changsheng's Amber Swallowtail bio-brain was breached, and a figure slowly projected into the room.

"You were looking for me?"

This was a tall and handsome angel with snow-white wings sprouting from his back.

"Yes."

Xu Changsheng reconfirmed the other party's identity before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

This was a high-stakes gamble.

There was a slight risk of being discovered, but he had still won the bet.

"You should have erased the traces of the private message I sent you, right?" Xu Changsheng asked.

"Of course."

The King of Angels was not stupid; once the other party produced that piece of information, he knew he had to help cover for him.

"That's good, then."

Xu Changsheng revealed a slight smile. "Let me introduce myself. I am an... immortal. My very first lifetime began in the Jurassic period!"

"I am the first Heavenly Saint born after your death."

"My power of immortality was bestowed upon me by that entity."

Worm Thirteen stood dumbfounded, unable to speak.

Xu Changsheng began to recount the entire course of his memories, starting from the history following the death of this very King of Angels.

Worm Seven-Seven had not died; as the Angel of Truth, she had instigated the Calamity of Wisdom.

Then came various twists and turns and tribulations. They resolved the Calamity of Wisdom, made the living beings of the earth whole, and granted them both left and right brains.

After that came the era of Elephant-Molu.

When Xu Changsheng finished his thorough narration, Worm Thirteen's expression became somewhat trance-like, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "She was still alive after that? She is still considered alive?"

For a moment, he didn't know how to face it.

The other party was the mastermind behind the entire event, the one who had filled the latter half of his life with regret, making Worm Thirteen's feelings toward her extremely complicated.

After listening quietly and sighing for a long time, Worm Thirteen finally spoke. "Then I won't keep it from you either. The Prophet is still around today."

Xu Changsheng was instantly struck as if by lightning.

Ten million years later, as time marched on, the old acquaintances of the past had all passed away.

Yet the Prophet was truly standing eternally upon the crest of every epoch's waves, overlooking the exit of hero after hero, remaining through eternity?

I have only been immortal for a few thousand years... He is the true immortal!

Xu Changsheng's emotions were complex and filled with deep feeling.

Then, Xu Changsheng suddenly said, "Every night recently, I've been having dreams of the distant past, reminiscing about bygone days... Do you want to see? She is still alive."

Worm Thirteen's heart trembled, and he slowly nodded. "Just in time, I'm missing a lot of textual information."

As dusk fell, Xu Changsheng gradually began to drift into a deep sleep, while Worm Thirteen used spiritual parasitism to slowly infiltrate the other party's dreamscape.

That night, he returned once again to the distant past.

This once-undefeated Angel Emperor could not help but burst into tears.

Beneath that parasol tree, he saw the familiar angels, the Prophet, the Phoenix Emperor, and the most familiar figure of all—his wife, the Angel of Truth.