Chapter 812: Divine Silkworm Princess
The violet-haired divine maiden wore a serene expression as she gently stroked the small creature on her shoulder. Her jade-like fingers were crystalline and translucent, shimmering with alluring luster.
This little spirit, resembling a small phoenix, was crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down its face, completely blurring its vision. It whimpered and wailed, constantly rubbing its head against the maiden's cheek, even extending a tiny claw to grasp a lock of her hair, refusing to let go, afraid it was all a dream.
"Is that the Divine Silkworm?" Li Heishui's eyes nearly popped out, then he stared at the pure and ethereal maiden, finding it unbelievable.
Back then, when this divine maiden was cut out from the stone gambling workshop in Divine City, the Divine Silkworm had cried uncontrollably, eventually fainting. Now meeting again, it had undergone several transformations, yet it still hadn't forgotten.
"This is truly a silkworm with deep emotions—parting in life and death during the Primeval Era, and now finally reunited." Ye Fan sighed softly.
On the other side, the female king and two male ancient kings were extremely shaken, never expecting to see someone here who should have died long ago.
They no longer dared to act rashly, all slowly retreating, their expressions very unnatural, even carrying some fear.
The violet-haired maiden's hair on one side covered half her face, appearing delicate and ethereal. The corners of her mouth curved upward, revealing a trace of relieved smile as she stroked the little Divine Silkworm.
"Be good, don't cry. Haven't we met again? It's impressive that you managed to retain your imprint and didn't forget me. I'll reward you with a piece of Divine Source later."
She smiled gently, her snow-white teeth more crystalline than pearls, very radiant, affecting the emotions of those around her.
It was precisely such a woman who made the three ancient kings wary, hesitating to make any move, even wanting to retreat.
In the distance, the three figures approached. The disheveled young Daoist was recognized as the Divine Silkworm Daoist who had been wandering in Divine City. The man in the Nine-Dragon Golden War Robe was Great Xia Prince Xia Yiming, and the white-robed little nun was Great Xia Princess Xia Yilin.
"Little Guai, don't cry!" the white-robed little nun called out softly, seeing the Divine Silkworm crying so sadly, its face like a flower-stained cat, she too felt distressed.
"It's fine. It just saw a loved one and cried tears of joy. Some things in the true Divine Silkworm Imperial Clan are indelible and won't be forgotten," the Divine Silkworm Daoist spoke.
"Little Guai?" The maiden at the center was surprised, then revealed a smile. "That's a nice name. From now on, I'll call you Little Guai."
The Divine Silkworm fidgeted, crying uncontrollably while rubbing its head against the maiden's cheek, whimpering as if telling her something.
In the distance, a group from the Divine Silkworm Ridge all rushed over, extremely excited, performing grand salutes and bowing. "You... are the Princess, still alive in this world."
Everyone was petrified, especially the Primeval clans, each filled with both awe and shock. This was earth-shattering news, and many knelt to pay great respects.
The Divine Silkworm Ridge had once produced a being who, after nine transformations, was invincible across heaven and earth, sweeping through all realms without equal, and was called Emperor in the world.
Although the Divine Silkworm Ridge had many experts, most were Gold Silkworms, Silver Silkworms, Jade Silkworms, etc. Those with true Imperial Blood were extremely rare, never exceeding fifteen in all generations, only slightly more than the Battle-Saint Ape lineage.
As the Princess of the Divine Silkworm Ridge who once shook the world, she had many legends, naturally causing great upheaval.
"Greetings to the Divine Silkworm Princess!"
"Greetings to the Battle Saint Consort!"
Almost all beings from the great clans knelt down, all extremely respectful, loudly shouting in unison.
This made many human cultivators feel uneasy, unable to understand, all staring blankly.
"Rise. Just call me Princess," the maiden's voice was very soft, pleasant to the ear.
"She's also the Battle Saint Consort? What's going on?" Duan De nudged the monkey, whose injuries had fully recovered.
"She almost became my aunt, but was killed in a great upheaval," the monkey explained.
"What?" Duan De rolled his eyes.
Who was the monkey's uncle? Most likely the Battle Victory Buddha of the Western Desert. By that reckoning, this maiden's background was truly terrifying.
At this moment, other ancient clans also began discussing. Most major clans knew some past events, but smaller clans knew very little.
The Divine Silkworm Princess possessed heaven-defying talent. In the past, countless outstanding talents from various Primeval clans came to propose marriage, all were beaten out and returned in defeat. Only the Battle Saint Emperor's own younger brother passed her trials.
It could be said that this Princess was not only stunningly beautiful, but her cultivation was also earth-shattering, far surpassing ordinary ancestral kings by a wide margin.
Unfortunately, at the end of the Primeval Era, the Battle Saint Emperor passed away, leaving the land without a supreme ruler, plunging it into chaos as various clans warred.
No one knew what earth-shattering catastrophe occurred, but even the Divine Silkworm Princess fell. When the news spread, all clans were greatly shaken.
Back then, the monkey first went to the Jade Pool to seek Flat Peaches, then went west to the Qinling Mountains to compete for the Dreamlike Divine Marrow, all to save her. Ye Fan suddenly understood, no wonder the monkey tried so hard—strictly speaking, she was his almost-aunt.
"It's thanks to that Sacred Fruit you gave me back then. It was produced by their Divine Silkworm clan's sacred medicine," the monkey said.
Ye Fan had also heard that the nine sacred trees above the Primordial Abyss were actually formed from a single Immortal Medicine split apart, belonging to the Divine Silkworm clan from the Primeval Era.
"Every drink and every bite, perhaps predestined. That was originally the Divine Silkworm clan's property."
The Divine Silkworm Daoist was also present. Strictly speaking, his seniority surpassed everyone in the clan. As the direct child of the ancestor who became Emperor after nine transformations, his status was transcendent.
He didn't come close, hugging a wine jar, drinking drunkenly, appearing out of place with his surroundings. Clearly, he too was a person with a story.
After the Divine Silkworm Princess calmed Little Guai, her smile faded. She turned around, and though her expression remained serene, it carried more authority. She fixed her gaze on the Primeval Queen and said, "I just heard you wanted the Holy Prince to kneel, to repent before the myriad clans, and even wanted to kill him. I ask you, what gives you the right to be so arrogant?"
Her voice wasn't very loud, but it instantly silenced the scene. Everyone held their breath, watching quietly.
This pure and agile maiden had even satisfied the old Battle Saint Emperor back then, who sent his youngest brother to propose marriage. How could the kings of various clans not be wary of her?
"He blasphemed the gods and insulted the Heavenly Emperor. He deserves punishment," the Primeval Queen said, though her tone was noticeably less firm.
"Blasphemy? When the Battle Saint Emperor was alive, why didn't you go argue with him? He overturned the Immortal Emperor's dojo. Why didn't you step forward to say something? I think you're just bullying the weak and fearing the strong," the Divine Silkworm Princess said calmly.
"I didn't intend to kill him, just wanted to discipline him a bit, to make him show more respect to the gods," the Queen said, clearly intimidated, no longer as forceful as before.
The Divine Silkworm Princess remained calm, stroking Little Guai on her shoulder, then looked forward again. "He is the Holy Prince, with a fiery temper. Yet you wanted him to apologize to the Celestial Prince, to kneel before everyone. Is there anything more malicious than that? Wanting to break his legs and make him kneel before the myriad clans—were you trying to shatter his Dao-seeking heart?"
Speaking thus, the Divine Silkworm Princess's serene expression didn't change, but her words turned cold. "I'll give you two choices too. One, kneel yourself before the myriad clans. Two, I'll break your legs and make you kneel before the myriad clans, then apologize to the Holy Prince."
Everyone present felt a killing intent. No wonder she was one of the most famous female experts at the end of the Primeval Era—decisive and tough.
"You're going too far!" the Primeval Queen roared in anger.
As a generation of ancestral king, she could command a great royal clan, and anyone who saw her would show respect. Yet she had to kneel to a junior—it was worse than death.
Even if that person was a prince, at her level of cultivation, in the Primeval Era's strict hierarchy, she was at the very top. Except for the Ancient Emperor, no one was worthy of her kneeling.
"You know what 'going too far' means? Then why did you want the Holy Prince to kneel and repent before the myriad clans? Were you targeting him, or trying to humiliate the deceased old Battle Saint Emperor?!" At this point, the Divine Silkworm Princess's tone grew heavier, and her face was no longer so serene.
All Primeval clans knew that the Divine Silkworm clan and the Battle-Saint Ape lineage were close. Especially the Divine Silkworm Princess, who had the highest respect for the old Battle Saint Emperor. Naturally, she now demanded answers.
"He's just a junior. Even if he is the Holy Prince, there's nothing wrong with making him kneel and apologize," the Primeval Queen said, her confidence already waning.
"Fine. Then I now demand you kneel. Choose for yourself," the Divine Silkworm Princess said calmly. The little creature on her shoulder nodded along in imitation, its big eyes, still filled with tears, blinking nonstop.
"Princess, isn't this going too far?" the other two ancient kings stepped forward.
"You two, disappear as far as possible, or else kneel down too," at this moment, the Divine Silkworm Princess displayed her dominant side. Her voice wasn't loud and was very calm, but it was quite intimidating.
Around them, experts from various clans didn't dare breathe loudly. Truly, birds of a feather flock together. Though the Divine Silkworm Princess was a woman, she possessed the same dominance and overbearing aura as the Battle Saint clan.
"We are descendants of the Immortal Emperor's followers, with noble status. No one can make us kneel," the Primeval Queen said.
"The Immortal Emperor, quite a reputation. You're mainly standing up for the Celestial Prince this time, aren't you? Do you believe I'll directly wipe out whatever so-called princes you have behind you?!" The Divine Silkworm Princess sneered, walking forward step by step.
The Primeval Queen's face changed. Facing the number one expert of the Divine Silkworm clan, she ultimately dared not say anything, afraid she would actually take ruthless action.
Behind, the Celestial Prince and Yuangu were both shocked. They felt this woman would do what she said, even if they had the support of the Primeval Imperial Clan, the Divine Silkworm Princess would dare to kill.
"Eggs, watermelon, you two behave, or I'll kill you right now," Duan De bluffed, borrowing the tiger's might.
The Celestial Prince and Yuangu glared at him fiercely, remembering this inexplicable fatty.
"Damn it!" As soon as Duan De finished, he slapped himself, cursing his own foolishness. He wasn't appearing as the Sacred Body this time. Regretful, he cursed his bad luck.
"Weren't you just so arrogant, wanting the Holy Prince to kneel? What's wrong now, forcing me to act?" The Divine Silkworm Princess sneered.
"You..." The Primeval Queen's face changed.
The Divine Silkworm Princess struck, her slender jade fingers releasing seven-colored divine light, turning into a rain of light that scattered outward.
"Thud"
The Primeval Queen deployed various divine principles, desperately blocking, but after dozens or hundreds of collisions, she finally let out a loud cry, groaning in pain.
"Crack"
No one saw how the Divine Silkworm Princess struck, but the Primeval Queen's legs made the sound of bone breaking, completely deformed. She collapsed, forced by a divine pressure to kneel on the ground.
"You..." Her expression twisted.
The Divine Silkworm Princess waved her hand, pulling the monkey to her side, facing the Queen. "Apologize."
"Doing this to me, aren't you afraid I'll..." The Queen started to threaten.
The Divine Silkworm Princess smiled, the other half of her immortal face, usually hidden by her violet hair, also revealed, very delicate and beautiful. She extended a jade hand. "In that case, then die."
"Boom"
She was extremely decisive and resolute. Her slender jade palm pressed down on the Queen's head, instantly shattering her, even her primordial spirit unable to escape, dying a violent death.
The scene was dead silent. Everyone's breathing nearly stopped. This was a Primeval ancestral king—killed just like that, too sharp and domineering!
Even the monkey was shocked. Killing an ancestral king was a huge matter, enough to trigger war between clans.
At that moment, the Divine Silkworm Princess raised her head, fixing her gaze on the Celestial Prince and Yuangu. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, very serene and beautiful, yet chilling.
The other two ancient kings felt a chill run through them, quickly moving to block in front. The Imperial Clan experts from Primordial Lake also flew out, blocking the way, each one's heart pounding with fear.