Chapter 59: The Last Supper 1

Dreams are profound, hazy experiences.

Xu Changsheng initially believed he was dreaming of memories from the past...

Though he held the dominant perspective within the dream, upon waking, he would convince himself that those events had truly occurred in the "past."

This was merely another form of reversing cause and effect.

However, the King of Angels was a different story altogether.

"The moment this fellow forced his way in, he must have realized the truth."

"I can only let him observe for now."

Liu Jun felt utterly speechless upon sensing someone attempting to piggyback on the signal and sneak into his spore soup.

Was Xu Changsheng's operational efficiency really this terrifying?

He had established contact already?

And he was immediately forming a team to stir up trouble?

Liu Jun felt a slight headache coming on.

Yet, upon second thought, this might actually be a blessing in disguise.

This King of Angels was currently isolated and unsupported; he could come back to remedial classes here and learn the latest weaving techniques.

For instance, mastering the four-winged angel cultivation method of his wife, the Angel of Truth, would certainly enhance his strength.

Deciding to dwell on it no longer, Liu Jun opted to let nature take its course.

After watching the little butterfly Xu Changsheng flutter around the Wutong tree as usual, he paid him no further mind.

A few days later.

Die Lüxin and the Angel of Truth slowly appeared outside the divine palace:

"O God, Gajatama has experienced a rare moment of brief clarity. He apologizes for requiring you to personally arbitrate matters that fall under his purview."

"Gajatama wishes to invite everyone to a gathering in ten days to report on the events of these past years."

At these words, Die Lüxin was overcome with profound sorrow.

She understood Gajatama's underlying intent: he wished to gather one last time before slipping into irreversible dementia.

This would likely be the final banquet attended by all founding butterfly kindred.

"Very well."

From within the divine palace, Liu Jun's voice was gentle.

...

Upon arriving at the sacred mountain, they seated themselves inside the colossal divine palace.

The walls were adorned with angelic murals; the weight-bearing pillars were lifelike statues of standing Titans; small sprite stone carvings cradled candle lamps, while stone dragons flanked the sides, holding up a long rectangular dining table.

The present butterfly kindred were all dressed in their finest attire, adorned in magnificent, transparent, hollowed-out telekinetic garments.

The butterfly crowns resting upon their heads were the true physical forms of these little butterflies.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Die Chi, skilled in culinary arts, had prepared a feast, and the table was laden with delicious dishes.

"I cooked these with my own hands. They are super delicious."

They took their respective seats, yet grew silent upon seeing the distant, mountain-sized figure still breathing heavily in deep, rumbling snores.

"We need not wait for him to awaken; let us eat first," the Prophet spoke gently.

Emperor Feng could no longer restrain herself and was the first to dig in without hesitation, "Eat, everyone eat, do not mind so many formalities. It is not as though we are strangers."

As they ate, they discussed major affairs of the realm.

Seeing that everyone remained silent, Liu Jun took the initiative to speak, "Die Lüxin, are you satisfied with the punishment meted out to those three giants?"

"It is enough."

Die Lüxin's expression grew somewhat melancholy, "Vedas, the leader of the Holy Guards, severed his own ears, but I know it was not his fault; rather, he is a great hero."

Ultimately, she was a creature of reason.

"Agni and Varuna were not at fault either. Once they regained their composure after being driven mad by the Calamity of Wisdom, they had minimized the catastrophe to the greatest possible extent."

"They have also faced punishment, yet why, why..."

She looked toward the distant giant elephant god snoring upon the divine throne, "O God, is there truly no way to save him? I cannot bear to watch him leave me."

Before Liu Jun could reply, Die Hongjun, seated nearby, chimed in:

"There is no way. I attempted to research brain-transplantation, but his left and right brains have already fused completely. The decay of the left brain will drag down his entire body."

Die Lüxin fell silent once more.

The other companions did not bring up the topic again.

They were all butterflies of pure, intermediate-level intelligence.

Once they possessed dual hemispheres and grew into colossal lifeforms, rapid aging became inevitable.

Meanwhile, the little butterfly Xu Changsheng—Nak - silently observed this magnificent banquet of the gods.

Their expressions varied, and their inner thoughts differed vastly.

Suddenly, a legendary scene popped into his mind:

The Last Supper.

As for the King of Angels, who was piggybacking on Xu Changsheng's perspective as a silent observer, his view was much simpler. His gaze remained fixed upon the Angel of Truth before the dining table, lost in memories of the past.

At that moment, however, the snoring ceased.

The slumbering Gajatama opened his eyes. His stiff, turbid pupils rolled slightly, and he managed to speak with great effort:

"My mind is still lucid at present. Certain matters have remained hidden in my heart for too long; I shall voice them all here and now."

At this banquet, all the foundational saints of the butterfly kindred were gathered.

Gajatama declared:

"There is a traitor among us."

At these words, Die Hongjun shuddered violently, vaguely recalling the unsolved cold case from years past and wondering who had framed him.

Gajatama sighed in a raspy voice:

"It disregarded propriety, provoked infighting, manufactured conflicts, and harbored vicious intentions... At this final hour, while I still possess the power of speech, I must expose its crimes!"

"Rather than carrying its sins into the grave to slumber with me."

Hearing this, the Angel of Truth's eyes dilated slightly.

She knew this individual intended to draw a definitive, final period to that headless mystery from the past before drawing his last breath.

Meanwhile, the King of Angels, watching the Last Supper unfold, felt his expression grow increasingly complex.

He had not expected his arrival in tonight's dream to be so timely.

For it was intimately tied to his former Angelic Dynasty.

"The events of that year were my doing."

In the center of the banquet, the Angel of Truth stood up amidst members wearing expressions of shock and suspicion, "I was the mastermind behind the assault on the Wutong tree."

"Back then, I..." The Angel of Truth recounted the entire process. It aligned closely with previous speculations, though with far greater detail.

Die Hongjun stared at her fixedly: "It was you? You are the daughter of that traitorous worm-dragon from back then?"

Gajatama lay softly sighing upon the divine throne, his blank eyes gazing into the sky as if transported back to the ancient angelic dynasty of a century ago.

"No, it was not her doing. That unsolved case from the past was my work."

Gajatama's words landed like a thunderclap:

"I am the true mastermind."

With that single statement, the situation flipped instantly, and the scene plunged into an eerie, terrifying silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

In the observational perspective, the King of Angels, Worm Thirteen, widened his eyes: "The mastermind from back then... there are hidden details?"

The affair held such an astonishing reversal.

It was perpetrated by the least likely candidate: the Butterfly Emperor?

Back then, he—Die Lüxiang, Emperor of the Butterfly Kindred—had orchestrated things so that the angelic race would overthrow him?

And he had even framed his dearest friend, Die Hongjun?

A sudden premonition gripped the King of Angels.

After tonight, he would finally grasp the absolute truth.

Moreover, following this night, he would broadcast this truth to future generations.

It would shatter the future humanity's belief that Chong Qiqi was the mastermind.

"How, how is this possible!?" Die Lüxin stammered, startled to her feet.

"It cannot possibly be you! You were the Emperor of the Butterflies; you orchestrated a plot for the angels to attack our own kind?"