As the complex jacquard looms clacked and clattered, master weavers produced intricate and gorgeous "brocade," "gauze," "silk," and "satin."
The splendid silk flowed along the Silk Road into the distant lands…
This was the history of the Mortal God "Miss Ma Tou"!
Li Yan grew ever more certain of his judgment.
And then, the scene turned twisted and dark.
Li Yan saw a cold black smoke, filled with rage and vile lust, like an invisible viper, silently winding itself around those Silkworm God faith-veins spread throughout Jiangnan. It did not destroy, but slyly parasitized.
Like mold growing on mulberry leaves, spreading without cease.
In some remote village Silkworm God Temples, the offerings on the altar would sometimes rot at an inexplicable speed…
Creeping rumors began to spread in the dark—horrific tales of the Silkworm God "demanding" live sacrifices…
At last, Li Yan's field of view broke free from that cluster of light and shadow.
