In the Silkworm Room, Qi Fei was checking the genes of a batch of newly hatched silkworm eggs.
He and Chen Xi had once made a grand vow to develop several kinds of silk and fleece the Romans for all they were worth.
But compared with Monster Horses, silkworms in Swallowed Star World had not mutated into any special varieties that met his needs.
The silkworm silk there was certainly tough, but a little too thick.
It would make good cables for bridges, but for weaving... Well, perhaps it could be used to make rattan armor?
So Qi Fei had used silkworm genes from other worlds instead.
But compared with Swallowed Star World, the animal genes in those places weren't as universally compatible.
As a result, even though silkworms had much shorter life cycles than horses, Qi Fei still hadn't developed a harmless variety that could reliably pass its traits down.
But it wasn't a big problem.
Qi Fei had already made preliminary progress cultivating Spirit Silkworms—the Shrouding the Heavens World version.
All that remained was to use environmental and spell-based stimuli to make them develop into special varieties such as Fire Silkworms and Ice Silkworms.
Then he could plunder the wealthy to his heart's content.
As Qi Fei looked to the future, a strange feeling rose in his heart.
It was like a wanderer who had been adrift for ages returning home, and also like finding a foundation beneath his feet where there had been nothing before.
"It's done."
Qi Fei lifted his head and gazed toward the Central Plains.
His eyes seemed to pierce the walls and cross countless miles, coming to rest on Chang'an, the Great Han's current capital.
"Done—what?"
Ma Chao, standing beside him, asked in confusion.
He could feel that strange sensation welling up from