The purple crystal among the two was the first to light up, allowing Tilan's consciousness to traverse the barriers of space and ti, gently descending into those sealed mory fragnts.
...
Moving through the grass and bushes, among the erald leaves were sporadic flowers, their buds casually opening to reveal delicate and slender stans, while a beautiful butterfly with blue patterns on its back rested among them.
Tilan sat on the grass, carefully parting the blades, her hands slowly cupping towards the butterfly. But even this slight movent startled the little creature. It fluttered its wings lightly, flying past her fingertips, and the delicate, slippery sensation as the butterfly's wings brushed past her fingers imprinted itself deeply in the girl's mory.
Is this a butterfly? The girl gazed dazedly at the residual scales on her fingertips, a mixture of novelty and astonishnt rising within her heart, reminiscent of cool water in mid-sumr. This feeling lingered deeply in her mory, unforgettable.
...
Many years later, she walked along a corridor filled with glass cases and plants, the lights bright, and small markings on the surrounding walls, 'chanical Council-C19 Insect and Plant Research Institute'.
Walking through the corridor, she arrived at an office where soone was already waiting for her. The person sitting behind the desk was indistinct, perhaps because the mory's original owner was sowhat vague.
"Cui Lan, your previous application has been approved. The organization agrees to your transfer to A8951 Research Institute to participate in the Throne of God project."
"Thank you, teacher." She bent down to express her gratitude.
"It's alright, can you tell why you want to go there? As far as I know, you've always been interested only in butterflies. Why do you now want to be part of such a large-scale project?"
"This..." As scenes of mory flashed through her mind, Tilan saw one scene after another.
There were scenes of her taking butterfly specins to school and being welcod and liked by classmates, her pondering and studying under the lamp at night, watching caterpillars erge as butterflies in her lab alone, receiving cold responses after publishing her papers, and being lost in thought as she looked at her wrist in the bathtub.
"I guess I think the life and image of a butterfly should have more possibilities." Tilan instinctively said the answer, following her mory.
"The process of ugly and frightening caterpillars becoming beautiful butterflies after lengthy pupation and transformation."
"I understand, you believe that humans are still in a relatively ignorant and ugly stage and need a thorough transformation to be called 'beautiful', right?" The interlocutor was an extraordinarily wise elder, able to grasp what Cui Lan was thinking with just a few words.
"Yes, teacher."
"Go ahead boldly, this should be your mission." The voice faded away, and everything before her turned into a white light and dissipated once again.
...
When she opened her eyes again, she was already in the deep space and star sea, and her current status felt extraordinarily unfamiliar. She no longer had a human body; instead, she was more like a higher-dinsional lifeform, a fire condensed into form.
Is this... Dark Sun·Cui Kalans? Tilan was filled with sudden enlightennt.
Like another sun, burning slowly within this stellar system, emanating pale purple flas and light. As her mind wandered, countless spiritual consciousnesses flickered in her brain, like a constellation of twinkling stars.
Behind every twinkling star was a high-level 'Butterfly Species' awaiting orders. They numbered in the billions, an uncountable array of light, embodying the wishes of countless consciousnesses, and she possessed the power to rival the Divine.
Before Tilan could familiarize herself with this strange state from her mory, the deep space ahead slowly collapsed under so mysterious power, curving inwards like a black hole.
Then, carrying nurous purple light points around her, she traveled through the dark space, entering the collapsing spatial vortex.
All perceptions overturned dramatically, the world seed like a bizarre and colorful tapestry, torn and elongated, then restored in an instant.
When she once again observed everything around her, as Dark Sun, she had already arrived at the other end of the star sea, where an incredible battle was taking place.
Nurous starships exchanged fire in the star sea, various warplanes swirled through the battlefield, leaving chaotic trails. Not far from the warring factions, a silver planet was engaged in equally ferocious combat.
Silver tallic flying wings, chanical construct bodies, nurous artificial angels encircled the planet, engaging in battle with descending Thunder Wing Species, both wielding tallic wings, adept at summoning and commanding chanical clusters in combat. At this mont, autonomous units darted across the planet, clashing against each other, countless sparks and currents flying, various chanical remnants littering the planet's surface.
However, these were not the main focus of the battlefield. From a cosmic vantage point, a lightning orb, smaller than the planet by three tis, was slowly descending, and at the core of the blue blazing currents, a vague humanoid silhouette could be discerned.
Dark Sun·Amorrenqin, the thought arose in her mind.
Then, a brilliant lightning spear burst forth from deep space, centered around Amorrenqin, piercing through this chanical planet beneath.
Gravity and electromagnetic forces twisted within the star sea, causing the chanical beings pierced to float slowly, then be torn to pieces by magnetic and electrical forces, the dazzling lightning spear striking the planet repeatedly, each ti tearing apart part of the planet's core, bringing death to countless artificial angels.
Electricity and fla raged, bursting sparks spread everywhere, each strike penetrating, like a nightmare pounding all the artificial angels, until finally, a core blazing with purple-red light was extracted from the depths of the earth.
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