Layers of mist wrapped around everything, there was no sky or ground, no oceans or mountains, no idea when there would be rain, or clear skies that would never come.
Such was the world as the silkworm bush saw it.
It was excised from unnecessary parts of the world, unable to perceive the outlines of the world, and there was a vague and hazy mist everywhere.
At first it would go so far as to guess that this fog might be a person, that circle of clouds might be a rock or a tree, and in the end, even that fantasy was excised by generations of Silkworm Bush.
Other than the mission objective, everything else is superfluous, don’t have to see it, don’t think about it.
It is the sentinel of the Dragon’s Host stationed at the Nine Harvest Pillars.
Focusing on the stability of the passageway of the Nine Harvest Pillars and ensuring that those entering and exiting must be initiates, that was enough.
The only thing that Silkworm Bush could see clearly was the Nine Harvest Pillar and the initiator.
The Nine Harvest Pillar’s huge and precise totem was imprinted on a specially made stone platform, casting nine shadows that shot straight up into the sky.
At the end of each shadow was a black emanation shaped like the sun, where nine golden crows stood guard, and after them were nine different passages.
That was the place where only the initiates could set foot.
The Silkworm had seen the Dragons soar out of the shadow of the sun and stretch their bodies in the new world. It had also witnessed human voyagers step all the way through the doorway to a foreign land and never return.
The more it saw, the more prone it was to rambling.
In order to be able to better guard the Nine Harvest Pillars, the Silkworm Bush cut out those parts of its thoughts that were unnecessary – the initiates it saw, the rumours it heard and the witnesses it saw, the interactions it had with different groups, the mountains and rivers it saw changing and the stars turning …… all cut out of its bodyThe body is made into a body that holds memories.
It gave these bodies the name [memory body].
The Silkworm Bush kept them well, waiting for the day when it was relieved of its duties, and then melted all of these back into its body.
However, the sudden explosion of the Nine Harvest Pillars changed everything.
The other two Pillar Clumps disappeared.
The Silkworm Bush could feel that the explosion had annihilated them completely.
With this sudden explosion, not even the Pillar Bush, which was extremely capable of surviving, survived.
The Silkworm Bush dodged a bullet instead because it went to split and make the body it needed to be reborn.
However, its past, the memory bodies that had been buried around it to record generations of Silkworm Clumps, were also erased in this devastating disaster, leaving behind only a field of weird little human portraits. They are no longer records, just some ridiculous and simple traces.
Silkworm Bush stood by the old site and waited quietly.
The dragon lodging side must have discovered the abnormality, and the dragon initiates would surely make repairs, and it wouldn’t be long before a new Nine Harvest Pillar would appear.
But no matter whether it was the Nine Harvest Pillar or the dragon, it never showed up again.
Silkworm Bush waited a long time for a Sigil. He was a teenager, his body outline was a bit clearer than ordinary people, and he looked short and small.
The teenager squatted on the ground and spoke to it with his hands on his knees, “I heard that you can’t use the God Tree to go home. Is that so?”
The silkworm bush did not answer.
Sentinels were not allowed to talk to uninvited people.
The young man was not annoyed; he surrounded the silkworm bush and told him all sorts of anecdotes and significant events he had seen.
He said that the dragons in this world had suddenly become very weak, and that they were all dying at a rapid rate, and that some of them even flew and crashed into the mountains, collapsing them and causing a great flood.
He went on to tell that the adults were talking about how the dragon lodges might have encountered some kind of devastating disaster that caused the sacred tree to crumble as well.
The young man drew a small figure resembling a silkworm bush with charcoal and said, “This is me, you won’t be so lonely if you have me with you. Actually, ah, I can’t go home.”
He said to himself, “I come from another world on the divine tree. That world of ours is very small, very warm, and has a lot of very interesting bugs, I love playing with bugs, it’s too cold here.”
“Without the God Tree, I can’t go back.”
The teenager squatted on the ground and drew bugs one by one with his dirty hands, his mouth saying, “In the future, I’ll build a divine tree out of it, then we’ll all be able to go home.”
Silkworm Bush retorted, “That’s impossible, only the mighty initiates of the Dragonhost know how to make the Nine Harvest Pillar.”
“How do we know it won’t work unless we try?”The teenager had an almost naive stubbornness.
“That can’t be done.”
The silkworm bush made a simple response as it asked, “Your father was an initiator, can you ask him what happened?”
“He, ah, went back to his homeland, the God Tree was destroyed and he couldn’t get through.”The teenager shook his head.
Silkworm Bush then realised.
It turned out that this child had the same fate as himself.
“I’m going to build a new God Tree!”The teenager stood up and said.
He gave a bright smile and opened his arms.
Butterflies and bees and many other flying insects fluttered around him as if arching over their king.
“I’m going to make everyone go home! Everyone will be happy then.”
“What is your name?”Silkworm asked.
“I have no name.”
The teenager said, “Where I come from, you don’t have a name until you’re an adult. I think you have a good name, can I use yours?”
“Can I use your name until I think of my own?”
The silkworm bush agreed.
Soon after, the boy found a white bug that spat out fine silk, which he named Silkworm. For this worm was just like the Silkworm Bush; it would change, it would wrap itself around the past, and it would be reborn from the frozen old days.
Soon, the epoch changed.
The Silkworm Bush was bound by the power of the rules and came to a standstill.
It remembers the other Silkworm Bush as always being the teenager surrounded by a multitude of insects.
It was thousands of years before it recovered again.
The Silkworm Bush did not excise the memory of this person with the same name.
He was another Silkworm Bush, another self.
That was all it possessed now.
After the many epochal updates, the world had changed so much that it was as if the initiates had disappeared.
The Silkworm Bush had managed to find a Pilot, but was nearly imprisoned by the other party with props. The initiates of this world became extraordinarily anxious and manic, and extremely dangerous.
It escaped the other party.
In the museum, Silkworm Bush saw the Shang bronze divine tree that was modelled on the Nine Harvest Pillar.
It could almost conclude that it was the handiwork of the other Silkworm Bush.
Because the bronze divine tree looked almost exactly like the diagram that Silkworm Bush had initially drawn for the teenager: including the golden crows stationed on the branches, the dragons coiled at the base, and the three pillar clumps that loyally arched at the bottom.
Unfortunately, this could not replace the Nine Harvest Pillars after all.
The silkworm bush suddenly felt like it was being watched.
It dodged XZ all the way to the east, and with the help of two friendly god grunts, it also learnt something about the current state of the world today. It thanked them for the help they provided and then continued to search for a suitable starter.
Eventually it found Lu Yao.
At the same time, it was also targeted by another initiator. The other party sent out the Apostle Patchbird, which stalked it to death, causing it to continue hiding.
In order to further target the Silkworm Bush, the bird even directly descended into the dimension in an attempt to capture it alive.
The Silkworm Bush peeled off most of its body, which allowed it to escape successfully.
But even then, it was already dying.
It had only seven days left to live.
The 65th generation of silkworms will soon die, and the 66th generation will be born.
In its last moments, the silkworm wants to store its last memories – everything about the boy – in a safe and stable place.
The only person it can trust is Lu Yao, the initiator, whom it has only known for a short time.
After hearing the Silkworm Bush’s request, the other party readily agreed.
“If the next generation Silkworm Bush meets up with me, I will have it come over to read this part of its memory.”
“Thank you, thank you very much. The memory is in the imprint of your arm.”
The Silkworm Bush was grateful.
In Lu Yao, it saw some shadows of the young Silkworm Bush of yesteryear. He had that calm and focused air that classical voyagers had, and even if the place of voyage was humble, he was happy to be there.
To show his appreciation, Silkworm said, “If there is anything you need from me, please feel free to say. I will know everything I know.”
“Now that I have only seven days to live and have been very badly injured, it is difficult for me to move. Please forgive me for being sorry, but I can only dialogue with you like this.”
Lu Yao over there said through the imprint, “Then rest well.”
He suddenly thought of something, “By the way, are there a lot of dragons in Dragonhost?”
“Yes, Longjou is the largest colony of dragons in the Realm Dimensional Space, where many splendid dragon civilisations have been established, a vast and magical multi-layered world.”
“Then, how should a young dragon be taught better?”
Lu Yao said, “It’s like this, I have a young dragon, its self learning performance is not too good, and its Dragon Grammar is always very rough …… Is there any way to make it faster and better to improve the relevant learning ability?”
Silkworm Bush suspected that he had misheard.
“You said that you have a dragon?”
“Right.”
“Is it a real dragon? The kind of dragon, not a sub-dragon, dragonborn, or dragon species?”
“The Dragon of the Ember Sun, does it count as an authentic dragon race?”
“Counts!”
Silkworm Bush instantly became excited, and his previous despondency dissipated.
“Are you still in the Sailing Land? I’m coming to find you!”
“Huh? Aren’t you already hard to move?”The other party was puzzled.
“It’s fine, it’s just that I’ll crawl over here!”
