632: Chapter 632 Ancestral Butterfly, Grand Gathering of the Heavens

Is he awake?

Yi yi yi...

The two-colored butterfly cried out in terror. He's awake? How could he be awake?

"Little fellow, you've consumed so much of my merit and providence. Was it a comfortable meal?" Hun Tiandi called out, looking mockingly at the two-colored butterfly.

Yi yi yi...

The little butterfly looked pitiful, its compound eyes brimming with tears as it cried out, trying to break free but failing.

At that moment, the nearby sleeping Princess Zixun also opened her eyes and began talking in her sleep.

"Our love has already turned to blood and tears. If you die, how can I live alone? If you die, I will accompany you."

"Our love has already turned to blood and tears. If you die, how can I live alone? If you die, I will accompany you."

...

Princess Zixun's emotions were fluctuating wildly, as if her mind was still submerged in a dream. Upon waking, she abruptly sat up and met Hun Tiandi's gaze.

Ah!

A startled scream gave Hun Tiandi a fright, nearly causing him to lose his grip on the two-colored butterfly.

Only then did Princess Zixun manage to calm down, realizing it was just a dream. She looked at Hun Tiandi.

Yi yi yi!

The little butterfly cried out pitifully.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Hun Tiandi reached out and handed over the small creature. Princess Zixun was still somewhat lost as she looked at the little beast being handed to her.

Yi yi yi... the little butterfly looked at Princess Zixun.

Princess Zixun's brows furrowed slightly, her expression extremely complex. After all, they had spent time together in the dream, and the memories were still vivid.

Not only had her heart been moved by Hun Tiandi, but she had also experienced a romance of life and death.

These scenes were deeply etched in her mind, impossible to shake off.

Initially, the blush on Princess Zixun's fair cheeks turned into a strange look, a mixture of tenderness and resistance—a profound contradiction.

For a moment, she couldn't distinguish between the dream world and reality.

"Do you want it or not?" Hun Tiandi spoke again.

How could he forget that dream? Hun Tiandi also remembered it clearly, but it was just a dream after all, and he still had many unfinished matters.

Besides, he already had enough romantic entanglements. Seeing Princess Zixun still in a daze, he immediately changed the subject.

Princess Zixun then took the two-colored butterfly.

The two returned to the small courtyard. The formation was activated, isolating them from the outside. Inside, there were only four people: Hun Tiandi, Mr. Corpse Soul, Liu Ling, and Princess Zixun.

Mr. Corpse Soul stared at the two-colored butterfly in Princess Zixun's palm, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"An Ancestral Butterfly?" Mr. Corpse Soul cried out in shock as he looked at the little butterfly.

"What Ancestral Butterfly?" Princess Zixun immediately pressed for an answer.

Mr. Corpse Soul pointed his right finger at the little butterfly, looking at Princess Zixun. Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he spoke slowly, "This is a Two-Colored Ancestral Butterfly. Princess Zixun, you'd better run away with it right now!"

"Escape?" Princess Zixun said with a strange look on her face upon hearing this.

An Ancestral Butterfly? Even though she had consulted numerous ancient texts in the Daxuan Heavenly Dynasty, she had never seen a record of such a magical beast.

Why did Mr. Corpse Soul recognize it at a glance?

"Indeed. That Sea of Heart Refinement will probably dissipate within seven days!" Mr. Corpse Soul said.

"Why?" Princess Zixun asked.

"Because of it. The Two-Colored Ancestral Butterfly in your hand. The Sea of Heart Refinement was created by it. Without it, the sea will vanish within seven days. When the Cangtian Holy Land investigates, they will surely trace it to the Ancestral Butterfly in your hands!"

"There are three Great Buddhas in the Cangtian Holy Land. Among them, the Future Jinchan Buddha also knows of this beast!"

Mr. Corpse Soul said in a low voice.

"He knows too? Why do you know?" Princess Zixun asked curiously.

"My apologies, but you only need to know that if the Jinchan Buddha finds out, he will seize it at any cost!" Mr. Corpse Soul said solemnly.

"Ancestral Butterfly? Just this little thing?" Hun Tiandi asked.

"Correct. This is a juvenile Two-Colored Ancestral Butterfly. If it grows up, it will transform into a Seven-Colored Ancestral Butterfly. I never imagined that an Ancestral Butterfly would still exist on this Fighting Qi Continent!"

"If it weren't for the fact that its nature conflicts with my cultivation, I would definitely have seized it. Raise it well!"

"In the future, it will surely become an extremely powerful existence!" Mr. Corpse Soul took a deep breath.

"Juvenile?" Princess Zixun looked at Mr. Corpse Soul strangely, as if looking at a swindler. Even she didn't know about this little beast, yet he did?

"Ancestral Butterfly? Jie jie jie!" Mr. Corpse Soul lamented.

The two-colored little butterfly curled its body and let out a cry: "Yi yi yi."

"Hun Tiandi, is what your subordinate says accurate?" Princess Zixun asked.

Ancestral Butterfly? This little beast is an Ancestral Butterfly?

Hun Tiandi took a long look at the Ancestral Butterfly, then looked at Princess Zixun and said, "I trust Mr. Corpse Soul. You've achieved your goal; now hurry back to the Daxuan Heavenly Dynasty. We shall meet again!"

"We shall meet again!" Suddenly, Princess Zixun looked at Hun Tiandi.

A flash of tenderness flickered deep in her eyes, accompanied by a hint of pain.

"No, let's not meet again in the future!" Princess Zixun cried out.

"Eh? What's wrong with you?" Hun Tiandi asked, puzzled.

Princess Zixun then cradled the little butterfly, turned, and walked outside. She deactivated the formation and left the courtyard. Hun Tiandi felt a faint sense of foreboding.

After Princess Zixun left, Hun Tiandi, Mr. Corpse Soul, and Liu Ling returned to the courtyard and did not go out again.

They waited quietly for the arrival of the Cangtian Grand Ceremony.

The Cangtian Grand Ceremony? What was the Cangtian Grand Ceremony?

Finally, four months later, the legendary Cangtian Grand Ceremony officially began. From his inquiries over the past few days, Hun Tiandi had gathered some information.

"The Cangtian Grand Ceremony requires twenty Bodhisattvas and five hundred Arhats to begin. Only because the positions of heaven and earth and the providence-sealed positions are different can the foundations of the Cangtian Holy Land be unlocked!"

Hun Tiandi sneered.

"Your Majesty, after you entered the Sea of Heart Refinement, I discovered ten void-forbidden divine tabletss in a part of the Cangtian Holy Land. Huge grey stone steles standing in a valley!" Mr. Corpse Soul said calmly.

"Oh? void-forbidden divine tabletss? Can they be taken?" Hun Tiandi expressed interest upon hearing this.

"No, they have Buddha-level restrictions on them!" Mr. Corpse Soul said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take them?" Liu Ling asked.

"How could the Buddhas let us take them? Even if I found a way to take the void-forbidden divine tabletss, the three Great Buddhas wouldn't let us leave the Cangtian Holy Land!" Hun Tiandi shook his head.

Cangtian Mountain Range, West!

A golden figure suddenly appeared and rushed into the Cangtian Mountain Range. It was a man carrying a large saber. If Hun Tiandi were here, he would recognize him as the Emperor of Great Yan, who had been bitten by the Ghostly Sovereign in the past!

He had later followed the Sovereign of Gan City for a period, and his strength had skyrocketed to the peak level of a Dou Zun.

Huang Yan flew into the Cangtian Mountain Range. Feeling his strength being suppressed, he reached out and grabbed a monk from a distance, pulling him through the air.

"Where is the Cangtian Holy Land? Take me there!"

"Senior?"

"Quickly!" With that, he dashed off in a certain direction.

At the same time, within the Cangtian Holy Land, the Cangtian Grand Ceremony had also officially begun.

In the golden mountain range, there was a massive square golden mountain in the center-west called the Buddhist Altar. Thousands of monks sat cross-legged all around, chanting and waiting.

Hun Tiandi and other visiting experts ascended the golden mountain and entered the Buddhist Altar to participate in the Cangtian Grand Ceremony.

The Buddhist Altar was very unique. At the top of the massive golden mountain, there were many unevenly placed lotus platforms.

At the very center were three golden Third-Grade Golden Lotuses. Surrounding them were twenty ordinary lotus platforms. On the outer layer, there were five hundred prayer mats arranged in eighteen circles.

Sitting upon them were five hundred Golden Light Arhats.

Inside, on the twenty ordinary golden lotuses, sat twenty Bodhisattvas with faint halos of merit above their heads, solemn and dignified.

Hun Tiandi and the other observers stood at the outermost edge, separated from one another.

However, Mr. Corpse Soul was missing from the observers, as other arrangements had been made for him.

As the five hundred Arhats chanted scriptures, a Buddha surrounded by thousands of golden lights began to condense on the first of the three central golden lotuses.

The first was the Past Amitabha Buddha. On the first golden lotus, a chubby monk appeared like mist—smiling, with a large belly—and as the phantom solidified, he sat down.