192: Guidance of the Mother Planet's Will

Following a mysterious guidance, Yang Dian led the remaining four into a forest and arrived at a short, broad-leaved tree.

Seeing Yang Dian stop, Old Daoist Qingfeng pinched his fingers, looked left and right, and then furrowed his brows deeply:

"This?"

The Mother Star's will guidance ended, and Yang Dian, who had just exited the Unity of Man and Nature state, heard Old Daoist Qingfeng continue:

"This place doesn't seem to have anything good."

"Should we dig three feet deep to search?"

"Don't be so impatient, Daoist Priest."

Stopping the somewhat eager Old Daoist Qingfeng, Yang Dian pointed to the broad-leaved short tree in front of him:

"The Mother Star's will guided me to find it."

"It?"

Old Daoist Qingfeng walked around the broad-leaved short tree a few times, a bit puzzled:

"There's nothing different about it."

"I, your Daoist Priest, have circled this place three times, and this short tree isn't the first time I've seen it. How come I didn't notice anything different?"

Muttering to himself and calming down, the Old Daoist began to carefully observe the broad-leaved short tree.

"Oh, that's not right either."

"It seems there really is something different."

"Come over and look, just at this centerline."

"Don't you notice how perfectly symmetrical this tree is left and right?"

He bent down, carefully examined the leaves, and then said:

"Also, look at the leaves of this tree; two leaves on the left and two on the right seem to be mirror images, with identical patterns."

"It's like looking in a mirror."

As he spoke, he waved his hand over the leaves.

Several butterflies that had been resting on the leaves were startled and flew off, circling the short tree twice before landing back on it:

"And did you see? The places where these butterflies landed are exactly the same as before."

As he spoke, Old Daoist Qingfeng subconsciously reached for the blue butterfly.

Then, under the astonished gazes of Yang Dian and the others, the butterfly caught by Old Daoist Qingfeng instantly disintegrated into specks of blue light, drilling into Old Daoist Qingfeng's body.

Old Daoist Qingfeng also seemed to have lost his mind, standing still in a daze.

About half an hour later, he blinked again, and a tear of turbid sorrow fell from the corner of his eye.

With his eyes restored to their usual liveliness, Old Daoist Qingfeng silently clasped his hands behind his back, walked to the edge of the cliff, looked out at the boundless sea, and let out a long sigh.

"What is love in this world, that it makes people pledge their lives and deaths?"

"Alas~~~~~"

Yang Dian and the others exchanged glances and walked side by side to Old Daoist Qingfeng:

"Old Daoist, don't do anything rash."

Old Daoist Qingfeng shot a sidelong glance at Lei Ming:

"I wouldn't think of doing anything rash even if you did!"

"Your Daoist Priest, I, was just missing your Daoist Aunt."

Yang Dian and the four others exchanged glances, all revealing expressions of eager curiosity.

Seeing their teasing expressions, Old Daoist Qingfeng finally came to his senses and couldn't help but blush:

"Scram, scram, scram! If you want to know anything, go touch the butterflies yourselves."

"There are benefits, huge benefits, don't bother your Daoist Priest here."

"But it's best not to touch them all at once. This thing is very precious. If some big guy attacks while you're in a dream-butterfly state, your Daoist Priest might not be able to hold them off!"

Yang Dian looked up at the sky and was the first to turn around:

"I'll go first."

"After I touch the butterfly, I'll leave."

"If I don't leave soon, I feel like the Alien Planet's will's retaliation is about to come."

Pacing to the short tree, Yang Dian subconsciously reached out his hand towards the golden butterfly standing in the center of the short tree.

Just as he had seen before.

As his hand touched the golden butterfly, it instantly disintegrated into specks of golden light and merged into Yang Dian's body.

Then, Yang Dian only felt his consciousness begin to sink, sink, and sink further.

Until it settled in the dwelling place of the Soul.

'So, this thing is a Soul-type treasure?'

As the thought arose, Yang Dian found that the dwelling place of the Soul, which had originally been illuminated by a faint light in the Chaos, once again became shrouded in obscurity.

Then his Soul began to rise, rise, and rise further.

As if transcending the Physical Body, transcending dimensions, arriving at an unpredictable place.

And then, his Soul burst forth with a suction force, beginning to absorb an unknown energy from this unpredictable place.

The sensation of Soul sublimation, which had only appeared when his Soul was cleansed by the golden plum blossom energy and the Innate Qi, once again surfaced in Yang Dian's heart.

'So, the benefit of this butterfly is to sublimate the Soul?'

With a slight turn of thought, Yang Dian was already completely immersed in the pleasure of Soul sublimation.

Who knows how much time had passed.

Perhaps a second, or a year, or maybe half an hour, just like Old Daoist Qingfeng.

In any case, when Yang Dian regained consciousness, his Soul had already returned to that chaotic, seemingly boundless dwelling place of the Soul.

As his consciousness returned to himself, Dudu, who had become increasingly tiny from the Soul's perspective, somewhat frantically hugged Yang Dian's finger.

Clearly, everything that had just happened to Yang Dian had left it a bit at a loss.

Stretching out his finger, Yang Dian rubbed Dudu, who was smaller than his fingerprint, then placed it back on his shoulder:

"Don't worry, it's a good thing."

"Dudu?"

"From now on, the efficiency of energy acquisition will double every day!"

That's right, this was the benefit Yang Dian received from the golden butterfly.

One golden butterfly doubled his Soul strength!

From the original 3.61, it increased to the current 7.22!

'One step closer to invincibility!'

In his joy, Yang Dian controlled his consciousness to return to his Physical Body.

Then he found that the forest looked as if it had been bombed by fighter jets, with giant trees broken and scattered everywhere.

In the clearing, Yue Shan was using a knife on a 30-meter-long giant python with formidable horns and head, slicing out thin, translucent, steaming pieces of meat.

Old Daoist Qingfeng, as if it were a treasure, picked out the parasites from the giant snake's body and put them into special transparent bottles and jars.

Lei Ming and Chen Jie sat on the ground; one was responsible for electro-cooking the snake slices cut by Yue Shan, and the other was responsible for eating.

"Chen Jie, can't you eat slower? My electricity is almost used up, and I haven't even had a single piece of meat!"

Chen Jie shrugged:

"It was agreed that the person who killed this snake gets to eat their fill first."

"You're already over a hundred jin of meat, and you're still not full?"

"It's so delicious, I can't get enough."

"I'm going to..."

As the few of them bickered and joked, Yang Dian also walked over to them, controlling his star matter to transform into a strange long saber with 111 blades, and began to cut meat.

Facing the somewhat curious gazes of Yue Shan and the other two, he smiled and said:

"That butterfly is related to the Soul."

As he spoke, he glanced at Old Daoist Qingfeng again:

"I'm not like the Daoist Priest."

"The Daoist Priest probably had such deep obsession that he dreamed of his Daoist Aunt in a Zhuang Zhou dream-butterfly state."

"After I touched the butterfly, the energy contained within it directly pulled my Soul to an unknown place, and then my Soul began to sublimate."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie immediately stood up without a word:

"I'm full, I'm going to touch a butterfly."

"Damn it!"

Lei Ming gave Chen Jie the middle finger, then looked at Yang Dian:

"What are we going to do next?"

"Leave here and go back to Earth, or explore a bit more?"

Looking up and sensing the Alien Planet's Heavenly Dao's somewhat diminished malice towards him, Yang Dian pondered for a moment before saying:

"First, let's explore the Lizardmen Sacred Mountain in this space to see if there are any Crystal Mines with radiation here."

As he spoke, Yang Dian squeezed the unknown egg in his pocket, which was as still as if dead, but would return to him if it left his one-meter range.

"Then, we'll go to the radiation Crystal Mine in Chengdu, meet that Crystal Lizardman, and see what's deep inside the mine."