At that moment, a Nine-Colored Divine Light flashed from a cave and descended upon the area.
Accompanied by the aura of a Quasi-Emperor, the Nine-Colored Divine Light spread in every direction as an even more powerful and ancient figure manifested.
It was an even more powerful and ancient Divine Silkworm.
"Greetings, Thirteenth Ancestor!"
The many Divine Silkworms bowed respectfully.
That was right. He was one of Divine Silkworm Ridge's sealed foundations, the thirteenth-generation descendant of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor.
With a calm expression, he said, "There is no need for concern. This truly is the ancestor's coffin!"
The Old Divine Silkworm took a step forward, carried the coffin into another cave, and enshrined it there.
At that moment, the Divine Spirit Ninefold Coffin looked ancient and crude, like a coffin made of yellow mud.
Others might not have understood, but how could the Old Divine Silkworm not know?
The one buried within the coffin truly was the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor.
Back then, before the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor entered the coffin and ascended to the Ninth Heaven, he had returned to Divine Silkworm Ridge to make all the necessary arrangements.
He had entered that coffin for the sake of transformation.
This Divine Silkworm ancestor had spent an exceedingly long time within it. After one or two million years, he had unexpectedly returned to Divine Silkworm Ridge.
He must have reached the critical stage of his transformation. Could it really be as the ancestral teachings had said—would he live out a new lifetime?
After making some deductions and sensing carefully, the Old Divine Silkworm immediately realized that the Divine Silkworm ancestor was not far from completing his cultivation and transforming into a new lifetime.
Over the following thousand years, Grand Dao Heavenly Sounds filled Divine Silkworm Ridge. Chaos stretched