450 - Senior Sister Is on Top

The overwhelming majesty of the heavens poured forth, a powerful force causing all to submit. Amidst the radiant display, Wen Daizi, Wen Feibai, and others—her relatives, friends, subordinates, and citizens—all gathered, drawn by the golden light, to witness the spectacle. Tang Muxi, however, was momentarily oblivious to the crowd. Her gaze fixed upon the divine rain bestowed from above, and suddenly, a brilliant idea surged in her mind. The divine rain was brimming with power, nourishing even the soul when it fell upon the body. Such extraordinary power, if collected and used to stabilize the creations within Social Studies...wouldn't that be wonderful? Every time her cultivation advanced, the power of the divine rain also became stronger. Now, as she reached the pinnacle of the Grand Completion stage, the divine rain was Heaven's final gift to her. How could she let it go to waste? Without hesitation, Tang Muxi took out the Sky Vault Jade, absorbing all the nearby divine rain into it. In an instant, the entire sky and rain were intercepted by her. The demon cultivators who had just been enjoying the benefits were now left staring at the vanished divine rain, their expressions frozen. "Couldn't you leave some for us?" "Such a large expanse of rain, does it all need to be taken?" Though they wailed internally, none dared express their thoughts openly. The God Emperor's cultivation was already at its zenith, coupled with Heaven's favor, they had no place to argue. After all, the rain was summoned by her, and getting even a bit was already a stretch. Asking for more would be shameless. They could only bite their tongues and, tearfully, express their faux gratitude: "The God Emperor truly cares for us, seeing that we didn't bring umbrellas, and voluntarily shielding us from the elements. I am deeply moved." No sooner had the words been spoken than many among the onlookers echoed the sentiment. Indifferent to their words, Tang Muxi waited until the Sky Vault Jade had absorbed enough, then with a grand gesture, she ceased her spell, allowing the divine rain to once again fall upon the world. She was not a selfish person; she had only collected half, leaving the remaining half for the world. The demon cultivators were even more moved by this, their flattery growing louder and more enthusiastic. Wen Feibai cast a disdainful glance their way, swished her tail, and flew toward her friend. But before she arrived, Tang Muxi, having just broken through the Grand Completion stage, shattered the void and vanished. Wen Feibai couldn't even sense her spiritual energy fluctuations. Wen Feibai: ... "So what if you broke through to Grand Completion?!" She stormed away, resolved to cultivate diligently, so she could one day break through and reclaim her honor. Unaware of Wen Feibai's suddenly ignited fighting spirit, Tang Muxi hurriedly left to gather Spirit Butterflies. The soul power of the Spirit Butterflies was weak, their bodies ethereal. If she could create them, she would be one step closer to reviving her senior sister. Once more, she entered the void, using the Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth to set up a formation to resist the spatial turbulence. Then, she activated Social Studies, using ink sand to slowly shape the Spirit Butterflies' forms and souls. Perhaps it was the solidified power from breaking through to Grand Completion, but this time, creating the Spirit Butterflies felt noticeably easier. Amidst the vastness, a mysterious light seemed to leap onto the paper. Joyful beyond words but cautious, Tang Muxi immediately took out some of the collected divine rain, injecting it into the ink sand. Simultaneously, she added a drop of her blood, coalescing the soul's embryonic form and embedding it into the physical shape. A frigid light flashed, and the ice-blue Spirit Butterfly broke free from the ink sand, flapping its wings and struggling to fly. Its blue wings scattered enchanting spiritual light, like stars in the night, beautiful and resplendent. Tang Muxi extended a finger in a daze. The Spirit Butterfly cautiously circled around her and landed steadily on her fingertip. In that moment, she wept with joy. "Senior sister, I’ve succeeded." Chapter 257 Though the power of the Spirit Butterfly is weak, it possesses both a soul and a body like other beings. The ability to create life out of thin air is undoubtedly a monumental advancement. Tang Muxi gazed at the blue butterfly perched on her fingertip, her eyes softened, as if through its shimmering light she could see another vivid figure in red. For months, her heart had been filled with anxiety and uncertainty, never daring to think of what she would do if this path failed. She poured all her energy into the Spirit Butterfly, tirelessly day and night, investing all her hope into the tiny creature. Thankfully, the heavens showed mercy and didn't shatter her only hope. "You are the first living being I’ve created, the embers of my senior sister's return. You deserve to be treated with care." Tang Muxi gently stroked the Spirit Butterfly's wings with her finger. She had expected it to be frightened and fly away, but instead, it displayed a naive closeness, its wings’ vibrant light brushing against her fingertips. Tang Muxi couldn't help but smile, her brows arched, her mouth forming a rare, relaxed curve. "‘The fragrance of cold blossoms is hard to come by,’ from now on, I'll call you Xiang Die. How about that?" It seemed to understand, as the ice-blue Spirit Butterfly fluttered its wings, its light flickering like it was expressing joy. Tang Muxi, in high spirits, added more divine rain into the butterfly's body. * Perhaps due to the drop of blood she used when creating it, Xiang Die was particularly close to Tang Muxi, following her wherever she went, fluttering its wings. Sometimes, when it got tired from flying, it would rest on her snowy shoulders. Outside, the cold deepened, and soon it was the dead of winter. Frost and snow flew, and cold winds swept through, soon covering the gradually recovering demon domain with a layer of white frost. Although the Spirit Butterfly's color was cool, it did not like the cold. Born in spring, it understood neither the changes of seasons nor the arrival of winter. Fearing that Xiang Die might not survive the bitter winter snow, only to perish next to the vibrant green of spring, Tang Muxi encased it in warm spiritual energy. Butterflies have very short lifespans. Even ones nurtured with spiritual energy have the same fate. If without chance, they could last only a season at most before dying. Xiang Die was her first creation, the spark for her senior sister's resurrection, bearing the hope of reversing life and death. Tang Muxi did not wish it to perish and nourished it with divine rain every day, occasionally feeding it her blood. She didn’t seek to give it a human lifespan but wished it to last until her senior sister returned. Her blood was powerful, filled with strong vitality, containing divine power that could rival the Lamp of Universal Salvation. Now, with her advancement to Grand Completion, her strength had returned to its peak, making the divine power in her blood even more abundant. Normally, a single drop could be a great fortune for any beast, and Xiang Die, a mere month old, had already received over ten drops.