It was a soul butterfly that was only the size of a palm. It was completely black and had no trace of color. This was the most accustomed way of training for the relics. On the one hand, it was to pay tribute to the ancient ferocious beasts, and on the other hand, it showed the aspirations of the group.
.
Although the Soul Butterfly clan disappeared millions of years ago, even so, as the last clan leader of the Soul Butterfly clan, Hastur has never forgotten his identity, let alone humiliated the clan.
of glory.
The poisonous psychic power outside the giant tree hole gathered more and more, and eventually the entire mist beach became invisible. Only the soul butterfly Hastur, who had returned to his true form, was always floating in the air.
No scholar has ever examined the cultivation methods of the relics, and has never witnessed the third transformation journey of any relic.
Moreover, the remnants of different ethnic groups also have different cultivation methods. For example, greedily devouring specific psychic powers, tempering one's mind through endless killing, or stuffing dragon crystals collected for many years into the mouth.
.In short, each ethnic group has its own way of cultivation.
However, the cultivation method of the Soul Butterfly clan seems even more bizarre. Perhaps because the clan is too weak, they will fall into a coma after officially starting their cultivation, and seek breakthroughs by relying on memories, or examining their own shortcomings.
The Soul Butterfly clan, which originally had low defense, was completely defenseless in its cultivation state. Therefore, the Soul Butterfly clan rarely embarked on a journey of transformation, after all, there was a high probability that they would die inexplicably if they did so.
But this kind of almost paranoid attitude towards cultivation can give birth to creatures with more perfect minds. It is precisely because of this that the soul butterflies who can successfully complete the journey of transformation are far superior to others in terms of strength.
ethnic group.
It was a dream, an unknown territory that Hastur had never been to before. In the dream, Hastur was looking around, hoping to find some clues.
But apart from those colorful clouds, not to mention other living things, not even a dead thing was seen. And what made Hastur even more wary was that he could not identify the direction in this dream, or the moves he mastered.
It can't be used anymore.
"Can't you control the power of poisonous psychic energy? Then I've come to the right place. After all, this is the last journey of transformation. If I can complete it, I will also transform into an ancient ferocious beast. It is understandable that it will be more difficult.
."
"It's just... who are you to admit that I have no impression at all? Mother, otherwise I can't think of any other vision of a female soul butterfly that can appear in my dreams."
Hastur, who returned to his true form, was floating in the dreamland. He was staring at another of the same kind floating not far away, and asked softly.
It was a female soul butterfly, with a pale pink petite body without any impurities on the surface. She was also staring at Hastur, but she did not respond to the other party's inquiry.
"If you can't communicate with me verbally, then it seems that you are not my mother. After all, my mother is a master of the soul butterfly clan who can transform into human form, but she will not be as silly as you."
"But no matter what, since you appeared in my dream, it means you can guide me to get what I want. Don't waste time, tell me how to deal with this dream."
In normal times, Hastur's attitude towards his companions can be said to be very humble, even to the point of being willing to work hard. But when he faces strangers, he is completely different. Whenever the other party shows a trace of malice, he will
They will all kill directly.
Although they are of the same race, they are all descendants. The law of the jungle is the eternal law of nature, and Hastur will not fail the most important journey of transformation because of a stranger.
However, the other party remained silent after hearing the words. The pale pink female soul butterfly floated in front of Hastur, and when their eyes met, Hastur suddenly noticed an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
But before Hastur could decide what to ask again, he passed out again in his dream. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the other party surrounding him, and this scene seemed
I have seen it before, but I don’t know when it happened or who the other party was.
Hastur, who simply fainted, fell to the ground, looking very embarrassed. The female soul butterfly gently landed next to Hastur, trying hard to wrap it up with her petite wings, looking a little anxious.
"No! Even if the tribe is extinct, as the king, you must stay strong and calm!"
"Promise me, never give up hope. As long as you are alive, you have the capital to change your destiny!"
"Go to sleep, I will protect you...no matter if it's a thousand years or ten thousand years, I just hope that when you wake up again, you still remember me..."
The pain caused by amnesia struck again. Hastur forgot the memories before he became a female insect contract beast, and only regained his identity as the master of the soul butterfly.
The murmurs in his ears kept coming and going, indistinctly. Hastur tried hard to distinguish the voice of the other party, hoping to recall who the other party was.
But the other party's words finally came to an abrupt end, and the words behind "I" were not made clear. This made Hastur seem a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to deal with it.
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't understand it, and the more he thought about it, the more his blood surged. In the end, Hasta vomited blood, and in a daze, he recalled some past events. However, those past events were like fragments that could not be connected into a whole.
The overwhelming dizziness made it difficult for Hastur to stay calm, and while he was half asleep and half awake, he also recovered some memories.
It was a giant swamp that was very similar to the misty tidal flats on the second floor of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis. Only certain poisons could survive in it, but there were no other animals.
Dead trees were piled up to form countless shelters, and soul butterflies that were either completely black or pale pink were fluttering in the mire. The extremely rich poison was their natural barrier, and at least those below the peak powerhouse could not step inside.
It was the hometown of the Soul Butterfly Clan, located in the extreme southwest of the Elf Continent. However, at the height of the ancient magic era, the Soul Butterfly Clan was faced with a disaster. In the end, there was only one male Soul Butterfly and one female Soul Butterfly.
The butterfly survived by chance.
The male soul butterfly is on the verge of death due to the battle, and the female soul butterfly has no choice but to sacrifice herself and pour all her life force into her lover's body, or in other words, to maintain her lover's most basic needs of maintaining silence.
After that, the scene presented by those memory fragments was dark. Because at that time, Hastur's body had sunk thousands of meters below the surface of the earth, and he had lost consciousness.
And today, ten million years later, Hastur also cannot recall who the female soul butterfly is and why it appeared in his dreams.
However, Hastur can only ponder these doubts after he wakes up again. Even if he wakes up, he will probably have "amnesia" again and will not be able to remember his hometown.
As for the female soul butterfly who desperately protected him, it has always been a mystery. All Hastur was sure was that the other person was not his mother, but he could not go any further to know the other person's true identity.
In the end, Hastur, whether in the dream or in the real world, has fallen. As a top assassin, he has now completely lost consciousness. If he were not in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, it is estimated that this last
The Lord of Soul Butterflies will also die like this.