The butterfly, ten zhang in size, had just finished devouring the light of the tribulation. It flapped its wings and took flight, scattering stardust in its wake. The silver lightning tribulation, which had been drifting between heaven and earth, had now condensed into clouds clinging to the butterfly's wings, crackling with a terrifying, rhythmic thunder.
The world fell silent. Every living being turned their stunned gaze toward the fluttering, colorful butterfly.
The butterfly fixed its target and twitched its two antennae.
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