668: Transformation

He waved his hand, tearing apart the already tattered threads of fate.

Claw winds raged, twisting countless phantoms until they dissipated into light and shadow.

Enveloped by countless light and shadows, a slightly dilapidated Star Core came into Yang Dian's view.

'What the hell.'

'Don't tell me I'm going to make another wasted trip.'

He thought of the Strange Star's Star Core, drained by the Heavenly Dao Ghost.

And the Canglan Star's Star Core, drained by Yu Tian.

After a blur, Yang Dian's body had already arrived before that tattered Star Core.

"It's good... it's good..."

Although the Tiannan Star's Star Core appeared somewhat dilapidated, it still contained a considerable amount of energy.

While it couldn't compare to the energy within the Lizardmen Alien Planet's Star Core, it was at least more than what was in the Azurewave and the Strange Star.

In terms of numbers, it contained roughly over 9 digits of energy.

Having experienced the Strange Star and the Azurewave, Yang Dian no longer held any hope of acquiring a 'full' Star Core.

This Star Core before him was quite good.

"It's not a lot, but it's not a little either."

"Besides, there's an unexpected surprise."

He reached out and drew towards the Star Core.

Innumerable crystalline threads of fate, shimmering across the sky, enveloped countless streams of light and flowed into the Star Core's orifices, finally converging in the center of the Star Core into a regular silkworm, entirely golden-green.

"Silkworm of Fate."

As he murmured, the Dimension Butterfly flapped its wings, and the Silkworm of Fate, which had just been immersed in trying to control the mecha with the threads of fate but had gained nothing, was fanned into Yang Dian's palm by its wing.

The Silkworm of Fate, about three thumb-sizes large and with an aura already close to the Star Dome Realm, blinked its eyes, and its entire body transformed into an incomparably brilliant beam of light, shooting directly towards Yang Dian.

Although he didn't feel threatened, Yang Dian, not wanting to get entangled with anything messy, turned to dodge.

But just as he conceived the thought of dodging, a series of clicking sounds echoed in the Star Core Space.

Crystalline silkworm cocoons fell from the Void Realm.

After four consecutive sounds, a Space Silkworm, the size of a pinky finger, transparent yet with a crystalline quality, fell from the Void Realm onto the Star Core. After two somewhat bewildered squishes, it propped up its upper body, and its tiny eyes revealed great confusion.

Clearly, the Space Silkworm, after shedding its shell and Rebirth, no longer remembered anything it had experienced.

On the other side, Yang Dian didn't pay attention to the newborn Space Silkworm.

Although the Space Silkworm tried to control him with its spatial power, it was useless.

The difference in strength between the two was too great.

Even at the cost of shedding its shell and Rebirth, the Space Silkworm couldn't delay Yang Dian's actions by even a fraction of a second.

The beam of light formed by the Silkworm of Fate still didn't hit Yang Dian, instead brushing past his nose.

Yet, looking at the beam of light before him, a sudden hunger arose in Yang Dian's heart.

An indescribable hunger.

Just like when he first practiced martial arts and saw that golden cicada in the East Lake Wetland Park.

Body, Soul, instinct.

And even a mysterious force existed, urging him to consume this beam of light before him.

'So...'

'Is this my instinct?'

'Or has the Silkworm of Fate influenced me?'

Yang Dian didn't know.

But thinking of the Silkworm of Fate's strength, which was not even at the Star Dome Realm, he flashed back in front of the beam of light and opened his mouth.

"Hiss~"

Facing Yang Dian's dark, seemingly all-consuming mouth, the beam of light suddenly transformed back into the Silkworm of Fate, stopping in mid-air, and then it stood upright, letting out a threatening hiss.

'This little thing has vocal cords?'

As the thought arose, and with the idea that if the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain, Yang Dian's head suddenly tilted forward, and he bit the Silkworm of Fate into his mouth.

'Oh, actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be vocal cords.'

'After all, it's a life form close to the Star Dome Realm; it's not difficult for it to make sounds using extraordinary power or by vibrating the air with its body.'

Yang Dian's mind was filled with random thoughts, and his tongue had already instinctively licked the Silkworm of Fate between his upper and lower molars.

Then... "Click, click, click, click, click~"

After five sounds like cracking ice, a series of scenes arose in Yang Dian's mind.

Upon awakening, it fell from the sky, plummeting into the vast ocean.

An inexplicable ripple passed, and when it opened its eyes again, it was floating above a temple.

Endless thoughts nourished its Soul, endless incense nurtured its body, and finally, amidst endless murmurs, Karma converged, and it wielded the power of fate.

Two realms intersected, dimensions trembled chaotically, and under the guidance of fate, it encountered the Space Silkworm. With the Space Silkworm's help, it entered the Star Core Space, intending to use the world as a chessboard to control the destinies of all living beings.

However, those from outside the realm had no fate and could not be controlled.

However, the strong from outside the realm were too powerful and could not be controlled.

Thus, with the world's fate as a wager, it guided their destinies, leading them into the Void Realm... Scene after scene flashed through his mind, and Yang Dian consequently understood everything.

"So that's how it is."

As he murmured, Yang Dian clenched his teeth again.

'Pfft~'

As a bursting sensation arose in his mouth, an indescribable bitterness appeared in Yang Dian's heart.

In a brief moment, Yang Dian felt as if he had experienced endless bitterness in the human world, comprehending all kinds of helplessness.

"Ptui, ptui, ptui~"

As a golden-green mass was spat from Yang Dian's mouth, a sensation of coldness rose from Yang Dian's tailbone, making him shiver involuntarily.

After the bitterness, an indescribable feeling of comfort poured into his Heavenly Spirit.

The bridge between heaven and earth seemed to open at this moment, past experiences appeared one by one in his mind, and an indescribable surge of inspiration erupted from Yang Dian's heart.

His Soul seemed to be confined to the Grandmist.

Knowing all past events, comprehending all future.

Karma and fate, all within his grasp.

The long-unseen panel appeared at the corner of his eye.

On the panel, the characters, condensed from Yang Dian's self-awareness, began to twist and deform, eventually transforming into symbols that seemed to contain all the truths of the world, glowing brilliantly.

Dudu, who was asleep, seemed to sense the changes in Yang Dian. She flung the Cold Silkworm attached to her far away, then her drooping tentacles emitted a rainbow-colored glow, tightly enveloping Yang Dian.

The Dimension Butterfly, with its three pairs of walking legs resting on the Star Core, as if trying to break off a piece of the Star Core, flapped its wings and became incredibly huge.

Immediately, it flew to Dudu's side and closed its wings, shielding the rainbow-glowing Dudu within its wings, eventually disappearing into the unseen.

Within the Star Core Space, only the crystalline, somewhat plump Space Silkworm remained, joyfully moving in and out of the Star Core's orifices, seemingly very happy.

Outside the Star Core Space, Song Qiqi's vacant and dull eyes suddenly became lively.

"Sister, this is our last chance."

Song Jiajia's innocent eyes blinked, then a trace of bitterness unbefitting a child appeared:

"Chance?"

"Is there really a chance?"

"He's only in slumber, he's not dead..."