The Primordial Innate Spirit Silkworm: I Lay Low Until Even the Saints Bowed

Lin Yan opened his eyes, completely bewildered. He had turned into a silkworm!

His mouth was stuffed with rotten soil. He had no arms or legs, was barely half a finger long, and was pale all over. He was ridiculously weak.

After working himself to death in his previous life, he transmigrated into the Primordial World. Other transmigrators became dragons or phoenixes, or at worst, innate demons. He was just a feeble little worm anyone could crush underfoot.

Fortunately, he came with Chaos Threads: they could bind magical treasures, seize fortune, devour karmic burdens, and sever cause and effect. They kept him beyond the reach of Heaven's laws and were utterly overpowered!

But the Dragon-Han Calamity was raging. Dragons, phoenixes, and qilin were slaughtering one another overhead, while the ruins of a Quasi-Saint stirred beneath his feet. Even a random lesser spirit could easily crush him.

Lin Yan's one guiding principle was to stay alive!

He hid beneath a parasol tree leaf to quietly grow stronger, using his Chaos Threads to block Golden Immortal spiritual senses.

Then he rescued the remnant soul of the Phoenix Ancestor, burrowed into a Quasi-Saint's Dao foundation, and saw these words in a corridor of laws: "The Beginning Gate. The key is in your hands."

From then on, the Sages' view of the Primordial World had a blind spot. The silkworm was untouched by cause and effect, and there was no place for him on the Sages' chessboard.

Yet his Chaos Threads had already wound around the pieces' ankles. He was just waiting for all the Sages to kneel and submit, so he could rule the Primordial World! All that mattered was having a blast!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.