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Chapter 146 Jihulan Reappears

The Supreme Elder of the Great Sun Brahma Sect, the only expert in the entire Napur State who has reached the third realm of perfection, is also a legendary female figure. Her residence is located in the deepest part of the Great Sun Brahma Sect.

Diluo Shenzi sped off in this direction, hoping the Supreme Elder would intervene on his behalf; he wanted to kill Li Wei!

At the deepest part of the Buddhist temple lies the Supreme Peak.

Halfway up Taishang Peak, there is a temple.

The hall is named the Hall of the Nine Silkworm Goddess.

The palace is not large, but it is exquisite in every detail. Nine stone-carved silkworms are perched on the upturned eaves, each one lifelike. The silkworms are covered with fine runes that glow slightly in the moonlight. The steps in front of the palace are paved with a rare white jade stone with natural silkworm patterns on the surface. They feel warm and smooth like jade when you step on them, neither cold nor hot.

Two female guards stood on either side of the palace gate, clad in silver armor, with long swords at their waists, their faces cold and stern. They were both highly skilled, perhaps possessing the power of the Brahma Bone, and their positions were meticulously chosen—one in the light, the other in the shadows, supporting each other and making the palace gate impenetrable.

Further inside, there are three checkpoints. The first is an array, with the ground covered in densely packed runes. Anyone who enters without permission will be pulverized by the array.

The second line of defense was a hidden sentry post, with four elderly women at the Brahma Bone Realm concealed in the shadows, taking turns on duty day and night. The third line was a door—the door itself—

There was no lock, but the door was imbued with a wisp of the Supreme Elder's divine sense, so no movement could escape her perception.

Layer upon layer of control, airtight and impenetrable.

At this moment, a soft white light was shining in the deepest secret chamber of the main hall.

The secret chamber was not large, but its walls were inlaid with luminous pearls, illuminating the room as bright as day. The floor was covered with a thick white velvet carpet, on which lay countless white silkworms—not ordinary silkworms, but spirit silkworms uniquely cultivated by the bloodline of the Nine Silkworm Goddess. They were pure white, about an inch long, with two thin, cicada-wing-like wings on their backs. At this moment, they lay quietly, their wings trembling slightly, emitting a soft buzzing sound.

In the center of the secret room, there were two jade couches.

A slightly taller table, on which sits an old woman.

She looked to be in her seventies, her full head of silver hair neatly combed and held in place with a white jade hairpin. Her face had few wrinkles, but her skin had lost its luster, like rice paper that had been stored for too long, so thin that it was almost transparent, revealing the bluish veins underneath. Her eyes were light blue, somewhat cloudy at the moment, but one could still see the splendor of her youth.

She wore a plain white robe embroidered with nine silver silkworms, each in a different pose: some spinning silk, some curling up, and some molting. The robe was large, completely covering her thin body, revealing only her withered hands.

Her hand rested on the woman's shoulder, a soft white light in her palm continuously flowing into the other woman's body.

The woman knelt on a futon in front of the jade couch, her back to her, revealing a section of her slender neck.

She looked very young, no more than twenty years old. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, the ends curling slightly like a piece of fine silk. She wore a light blue long dress, the hem of which spread out on the ground, blending in with the white silkworms, making it impossible to distinguish where the hem ended and the silkworms began.

This young and beautiful woman was Jihulan, and she was receiving the transmission of power from the Supreme Elder.

Jihulan's gentle, light blue eyes were slightly closed at the moment, her eyelashes trembling gently, as if she were enduring something.

A steady stream of white light flowed from the Supreme Elder's palm, flowing down along Jihulan's meridians and into her dantian. With each inch of light flowing in, Jihulan's bones became brighter, first a pale white, then gradually turning bronze, then flashing silver, and finally golden.

Nine times the Brahma bone.

That's right. After two transfers of power, Jihulan's current cultivation level has reached the ninth level of the Brahma Bone.

Jihulan's body trembled slightly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. The white silkworms lying on the ground sensed something, raised their heads, and flapped their wings faster, their buzzing sounds blending together as if cheering her on.

The Supreme Elder's hands also began to tremble.

Her face grew paler and paler; her already thin, almost translucent skin became deathly white, like the first snow of winter, ready to melt at any moment. She gritted her teeth, channeling the last ray of white light into Jihulan's body, and then—

"Cough cough cough."

A violent coughing fit.

She abruptly pulled her hand back, covered her mouth, and arched her body like a shrimp. Dark red blood seeped from between her fingers, dripping onto the white carpet, a horrifying sight.

"Elder!"

Jihulan suddenly opened her eyes, her light blue eyes filled with panic. She turned around, grabbed the swaying body of the Supreme Elder, and frantically pulled out a handkerchief with her other hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Are you alright, Elder?"

The Supreme Elder waved his hand, took the handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and forced a smile. The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of peace born of experience.

"It's nothing. It's a normal phenomenon during the transfer of energy."

She leaned back against the jade couch, took a few breaths, and said in a weak voice, "In another five or six days, I will be able to transfer all my power to you. Then you will be a new master of the third realm."

She paused, her gaze falling on the ceiling of the secret room, where the largest luminous pearl was embedded, its light as soft as the moon.

"Now I can die in peace."

"Elder—"

Jihulan's eyes reddened. She knelt before the jade couch, her hands tightly holding the Supreme Elder's hands. Those hands were withered and thin, with distinct knuckles, yet they were still warm.

She has been at the Great Sun Buddhist Temple for half a month.

Just two weeks ago, she was the daughter-in-law of Andali in Jiuzhen, a woman of little status. Her husband forced her to do *that* kind of thing, and she had no choice.

But unexpectedly, an accident changed her life.

People from the Buddhist sect arrived, claiming she was a descendant of the Nine Silkworm Goddess and offering to take her away. She hesitated, felt afraid, but ultimately followed them here.

Then she met the Supreme Elder.

With the same bloodline and the same light blue eyes, the Supreme Elder looked at her as if she were a long-lost granddaughter.

Everything changed after that.

She moved into the Temple of the Nine Silkworm Goddess, put on the finest robes, and ate the best spiritual food. Those people she used to look up to, the nobles and dignitaries of Napur, all came to fawn over her and flatter her, their faces beaming with smiles and their tones full of ingratiation.

Even the Queen of the capital came in person that day.

The queen, who was high above and whom tens of millions of people knelt before, stood before her, took her hand, and called her "sister" repeatedly. Her smile was brighter than spring flowers. Before leaving, she gave her a box of pearls, each one the size of a longan, round and full, radiating a faint glow.

She rose from a lowly woman in a remote town to become the most honored person in all of Napur. Jihullan knew that it was all thanks to the Supreme Elder in front of her, and she was very grateful.

And their family's enemies.

As mentioned earlier, the Jihulan family fled to Jiuzhen to escape their enemies.

But now, those enemies have been dealt with. It wasn't some grand battle; she just mentioned it casually, and the next day, those people disappeared from the world.

That is power.

That's status.

All of this was given to her by the Supreme Elder.

"Elder," Jihulan's voice choked with emotion, "thank you. Thank you for everything you've given me."

The Supreme Elder looked at her, a hint of tenderness flashing in her cloudy old eyes. She raised her hand and gently stroked Jihulan's hair, her movements slow, as if she were stroking a newborn kitten.

"Alright, you are of the Nine Silkworm Goddess bloodline and are also my kin. After I die, you just need to do three things for me."

"Please speak, Elder." Jihulan wiped away her tears, straightened her back, and said solemnly, "Jihulan will do her utmost to complete this task."

The Supreme Elder withdrew his hand, leaned back on the jade couch, and his gaze became distant, as if he were looking at a very, very far place.

"The first thing—"

She paused, her voice soft, yet every word was clear.

"Take care of my family. They are also descendants of the Nine Silkworm Goddess. Although you and they are strangers, you are ultimately of the same origin. From now on, you will be the guardian deity of the Nine Silkworm family."

"Of course, the elder's people are my people." Jihulan nodded without hesitation.

"The second thing—"

The Supreme Elder withdrew her gaze from the distance and landed on the luminous pearls on the walls of the secret chamber, on the white silkworms that covered the floor, and on the palace where she had lived for nearly a hundred years.

"To take care of the Mahavairocana sect is my honor and my destiny."

Her voice carried a hint of wistfulness, as if she were saying goodbye to an old friend.

Jihulan nodded again.

"The third thing."

The Supreme Elder's voice suddenly became solemn. She turned her head, her light blue eyes staring directly at Jihulan, a sharp glint in their murky depths.

"Di Luo Shen Zi is someone I value, and I hope you will support him in becoming the sect leader."

Jihulan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

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