In a mysterious and dark valley, Mo Wenjie, together with Ding Qingyao, Huang Linger, Jiang Yuru, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuo Yaoying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling and the legendary Golden Silkworm Goddess, were ready for battle. They faced a group of mysterious people dressed in black armor. The figures of these black-clad people were vague and indistinct under the moonlight, emitting a chilling aura.
Mo Wenjie held his longsword firmly, his gaze resolute and fixed on the distance. The robes on his body danced in the wind, as if merged with the surroundings. Ding Qingyao grasped a long whip in her hand, exuding a vigorous and commanding presence. Her beautiful countenance now radiated with determination. Huang Linger stood lightly by the side, her short sword flickering with an icy glow. Jiang Yuru moved with a pair of twin swords, her sword qi resembling rainbows, fierce and unstoppable.
Xiao Yawen's figure was graceful, yet hidden with malevolent intent. She held her dark weapons, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment. Ding Yan held her long knife tightly, emitting a fierce aura. Tuo Yaoying trembled slightly, but her eyes burned with an unyielding spirit. Qin Xiaodie moved like a phantom, slipping seamlessly between the others, waiting for her moment to strike. Cao Chunling's face was serious, and her staff shone with an unusual light.
And the Golden Silkworm Goddess immediately caught everyone's attention upon her appearance. She was dressed in a magnificent, shimmering gold gown that flowed gracefully about her, as if she had descended from the heavens. The gown radiated brilliant light and was adorned with exquisite patterns and mystical runes, further elevating her noble and ethereal presence.
Not only that, but around her there were countless multi-colored golden silkworms! These silkworms were small in size, yet in number they were overwhelming, surrounding the Golden Silkworm Goddess like a resplendent array of colorful clouds. Each silkworm shone with its own unique light—some red as burning flames, others green as clear jade, and still others gold as radiant and dazzling... They intertwined with each other, creating a magnificent and wondrous tapestry.
As the Golden Silkworm Goddess moved, these silkworms danced and circled in the air, simultaneously emitting a constant buzzing sound. This sound was subtle but clear, akin to a chorus of tiny golden silkworms bellowing in unison, issuing a show of defiance against their foes. The buzzing grew louder and louder, converging into a powerful wave of sound that was deafening and chilling.
The black-clad men, seeing the ferocious advance of the golden silkworms, changed their expressions abruptly. Without a moment to spare, they unleashed their ultimate moves. In a flash, they opened their mouths wide, and a thick, ink-like black mist surged out. The black mist resembled a ferocious monster, with bared fangs and flailing claws, as it lunged towards the golden silkworms in an attempt to block them.
The black mist spread, rolled and surged in the air, emitting a nausea-inducing smell that seemed to consume some of the surrounding light. However, despite its appearance as a formidable force, the black mist was no match for the golden silkworms. Glowing with a mysterious golden light, the silkworms fearlessly charged into the mist. Its small body contained an enormous amount of energy, and wherever it went, the black mist dispersed quickly, much like thin ice under the blazing sun that melted away bit by bit.
The black-clad men widened their eyes, witnessing their so-called ultimate move being easily dispersed by the golden silkworms. Shock and terror filled their hearts as they saw this. After dispersing the black mist, the golden silkworms did not slow down one bit. They continued to fly towards the black-clad man. The man retreated hurriedly, and in his panic, he tried to find other ways to counter. However, at this moment, the golden silkworms were just inches away from him. The golden light reflected on his terrified face. He knew that it would be hard for him to escape this calamity now. Desperation spread through his heart...
In this critical moment, Mo Wenjie's figure flashed, moving like a specter towards the black-clad man. He swung his longsword with a flourish, the sword shadows flickering as they conjured up streaks of fierce sword qi that directly targeted the man's vital points. At the same time, Ding Qingyao shouted fiercely, her palms dancing as inner strength flowed continuously from her, transforming into waves of blue light that swept towards the black-clad man.
Huang Linger was no exception either. She lightly raised her delicate hands, and several dark weapons shot out like meteorites towards the black-clad man. These weapons were incredibly fast and their angles were tricky, making it difficult for others to evade them.
Jiang Yuru, meanwhile, was twirling a long whip. The whip whistled through the air like a venomous snake, tightly coiling around the black-clad man's body.
Xiao Yawen held a short sword, and her swordplay was light and nimble. Each strike targeted the black-clad man's weaknesses.
Ding Yan clenched her fists tightly, and her fists howled with power. She relentlessly assaulted the black-clad man with her robust strength.
Tuo Yaoying displayed her agile martial arts skills, her figure graceful as she plunged down from the sky. In her hand, the curved blade cut through the air with a chilling gleam, aimed directly at the black-clad man's head.
Qin Xiaodie gracefully waved her hand, and countless petals descended from the sky. These petals appeared delicate, yet they held immense internal strength. Upon contact with the black-clad man, they would unleash astonishing power.
Finally, Cao Chunling moved with the grace of a lotus blossom, opening and closing her hand fan, from which several powerful currents of energy shot out. These joined the attacks of the others, forming an impenetrable net that trapped the black-clad man within it.
Just as the group was preparing to kill the black-clad man, a voice suddenly echoed, "Halt! Although he has ill intentions towards you, he has not yet caused any harm to you. Let this matter be resolved here!"
Mo Wenjie fixed his gaze on the direction from which the voice originated, his eyes filled with suspicion and vigilance. Gradually, his vision sharpened, revealing a venerable elder dressed in white robes standing quietly above the clouds. His posture was upright, as if he had merged seamlessly with the surrounding mist, exuding an ethereal aura.
"Who are you?" Mo Wenjie shouted, his tone tinged with anger and confusion, "What gives you the right to make us stop? What is the rationale behind this! Can he really have wanted to kill us, and just because we narrowly escaped death, he gets off scot-free? That logic is absurd!" As he spoke, Mo Wenjie grew increasingly agitated, his hands inadvertently clenching into fists as the flames of his anger burned fiercely within him.
The elder, upon hearing Mo Wenjie's words, suddenly burst into uproarious laughter that was deafening, as if it were about to turn the entire realm upside down. As he laughed, he pointed to the crowd in front of him with his finger and boomed out loud, "HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! Ignorant young men, do you know who I am? Let me tell you that I am a capable subordinate of the Esteemed Eastern King of Nations—the Mad Demon! And standing beside me is my loyal follower." After saying this, he even patted the black-clad man's shoulder, a hint of smugness on his face.
The elder then abruptly stopped laughing, his expression darkened, and he glared fiercely at the group before him. "You youngins with no respect for heaven or earth, do you really wish to challenge the might of the Eastern King of Nations? Hmph! With your meager martial arts skills, you're like trying to smash a mountain with an egg—you're just seeking death!”
Upon hearing this, the Golden Silkworm Goddess shook her head. "Mo Wenjie, I think it's best to let it be," she said. "The Eastern King of Nations does indeed live on Mount Sumeru, and he is not someone we can afford to offend."
The Eastern King of Nations: The term "Holding the Nation" means to have compassion and protect all beings and the homeland, hence the name Holding the Nation King. He resides on the Silver Ridge of Mount Sumeru, wearing white armor and carrying a pipa or a yueqin. There are two interpretations: one, that stringed instruments should be tight enough but not so tight that they break, and loose enough but not too loose that they do not make sound, symbolizing the way of practicing moderation; two, as the god of music, indicating that he will use music to lead all beings to Buddhism. He is responsible for guarding the East Supreme God Realm, with various celestial beings such as Chandrapura (the moon-palace), Jiganluo (the king of gold) serving as his followers. He ranks seventh among the "Twenty Lesser Gods" in Buddhism and appears as one of the generals at Ji Meng Pass in the novel "The God-containing Sutra" by Xu Shiye. In this novel, he was one of the generals at Ji Meng Pass who assisted Wenzheng in attacking Qi Mountain and defeated General Zhou's troops. Finally, he was killed by Guan Xin's nail pins during combat; magicians Mo family brothers were also nailed to death. After death, they were deified as Four Kings of Heaven with Mo Li Hai becoming "Holding Nation King," whose duty is to regulate.
This poem by Mo Li Hai serves as evidence: "Third among the Four Demonic Generals, he played the pipa and had already died. He was loyal to his nation until his family was almost extinct, but it was in vain that he earned a posthumous name for a thousand years. He didn't hesitate to die in battle, only wishing to contribute greatly to the royal family. At Ji Meng Pass, he encountered Gong with the title of Bing. Holding Nation King of the Eastern Kingdom is revered."
Mo Wenjie stared tightly at the extremely crazy, fang-clawing evil spirit in front of him, and an surge of anger and disgust rose in his heart. He slightly turned his head to glance at his fellow cultivators who were fighting alongside him. Each of their faces was etched with determination and resilience, but their eyes also betrayed a hint of worry and tension.
"Humph!" Mo Wenjie coldly snorted, grinding his teeth and saying, "I refuse to believe that the so-called Eastern King of Nations would act in such an irrational manner, allowing his subordinates to trample on the weak and oppress the innocent! Is there no law in this world? I will definitely not rest until I find him and demand an explanation! Even if the path ahead is filled with obstacles and dangers, I will make sure that justice is upheld!" After saying this, he waved his sleeve violently, emitting a sense of resolute aura.
The Golden Silkworm Goddess, upon witnessing the scene, raised the corners of her mouth slightly and flashed a disdainful smile. As she lightly waved her slender, jade-white hand, it was as if she were commanding a thousand troops and horses. In an instant, all the golden silkworms shot forward towards the group of black-clad men like arrows leaving a bowstring!
Those black-clad people originally thought they could control the situation with confidence, after all, they were facing only a small group of insects. However, what they never expected was that these seemingly insignificant golden silkworms were actually not afraid of the Mad Demon they had summoned! As the black-clad men were stunned, countless golden silkworms swarmed over them in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the black-clad men were overwhelmed by the dense swarm of golden silkworms. These golden silkworms opened their sharp little mouths and bit madly at the bodies of the black-clad men. With shrieks of pain and agony, one by one, they fell to the ground in a pool of blood, ultimately becoming the feast for the golden silkworms.
