The Source of the Weird: Opportunity or Trap?

Envy lost control of his emotions again, and a violent Abnormal Aura surged wildly from his body.

The entire Stone Chamber trembled. The rift in the void above Enlightenment Cliff kept widening, and more strange black mist poured down like a waterfall.

At last, the Divine Silkworm War King's divine sense rang out.

"Enough."

His voice was old and weary, yet it carried a resolve that brooked no argument.

"Envy, I'm the one you want."

"Let them go. Come at me."

"Come at you?"

Envy slowly turned toward the dark-gold cocoon.

His emotions abruptly settled, and his tone grew gentle once more.

"Divine Silkworm, what makes you think you're still in any position to bargain with me?"

"You're nothing but a pitiful wretch I've toyed with for countless eras."

"Your ninth transformation was doomed from the start."

"Because I planted that wisp of the Source of the Weird myself."

The dark-gold light on the cocoon shook violently.

The Divine Silkworm War King's silence spoke of utter despair.

"You thought you could refine it. All along, it was refining you."

"It took root inside you, multiplied, and spread."

"It passed everything you learned about the Source of the Weird—every insight, every discovery, every scrap of experience—to me."

Envy's voice brimmed with heartfelt delight.

"You're a genius, Divine Silkworm."

"You studied the Source of the Weird more deeply than even we Bizarre Emperors have."

"Your research raised our strength by an entire level in just a few eras."

"I should thank you."

His voice turned solemn, as though he were delivering an award speech.

"You are the foremost contributor to the Abnormal Clan's invasion of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds."

"Enough!"

The Divine Silkworm War King finally broke.

His divine sense thrashed wildly, laden with heart-rending pain and guilt.

"Stop talking!"

Envy