In the snow-white Nameless Land, shrill laughter rang without end, steeped in boundless venom and the exultation of revenge fulfilled.
Lu Ye stood motionless, his body covered in filth. His stiff expression slowly turned mocking, while across from him, Jinyao's eyes were full of pity.
Amid the strangeness, the laughter abruptly stopped. Staring blankly at Lu Ye, it asked, "You... are all right?"
Lu Ye casually put away the Weaving Heaven Needle and said unhurriedly, "Why wouldn't I be?" As he spoke, his body gave a slight shake, and all the filth covering him was swept away as though it had never existed.
At last, he understood why the Spirit of the Weaving Heaven Needle had been so hostile toward him. Even after Zhi Fei's death, it had shown no willingness to compromise, even exposing itself of its own accord just to launch a sudden attack.
It was all because the Spirit of the Weaving Heaven Needle was, astonishingly, also a member of the Feather Race!
At this moment, the Spirit of the Weaving Heaven Needle appeared before them in the form of a frail, aged Feather Race woman. There was no need to think about it—she must have been some senior of the Feather Race who, before her death, had used some secret art to transform her Soul Body into the Spirit of the Weaving Heaven Needle.
Much like Jinyao's method.
When Lu Ye had chatted with Jinyao before, he had asked about such methods. From Jinyao, he learned that they were not guaranteed to succeed. In other words, even with immense resolve, there was still a great risk of failure. Once it failed, one's soul would be utterly extinguished.
When Jinyao had been trapped here back then, it had been a sliver of hope amid utter despair. She