The power of the spirit butterfly was weak, but like all other living beings, it possessed both a soul and a body, and could create things out of nothing.
Without a doubt, this was a huge step forward.
Tang Muxi looked at the blue butterfly resting on her fingertip, her gaze soft, as if she could see another vivid red figure through the flickering spiritual light.
For months, her heart had been filled with anxiety and uncertainty, never daring to imagine what she would do if this path led nowhere.
She poured all her effort into it, tireless, working...
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