Lin Fei's spiritual avatar and Demonic Womb incarnation had remained hidden at the edge of the Secret Realm's barrier and had not ventured deeper inside.
Yet through the Void Demon Soul, everything happening at the scene was laid bare before their eyes.
After all, their soul consciousnesses were connected, and they could share memories.
Seeing White Moonlight so lifeless and utterly devoid of fighting spirit, Lin Fei could only sigh in helplessness.
For any Celestial Immortal.
When the end of their lifespan drew near, they would feel utterly powerless to turn the tide.
No matter how peerlessly elegant they had been in their youth, unrivaled beneath the heavens.
No matter how they had once shaken the eight directions as Celestial Immortals, revered by ten thousand immortals.
When death arrived, only the word despair remained.
In today's cultivation world, ancient immortals had vanished without a trace, and no one ascended.
Celestial Immortals were both the pinnacle and a dead end.
"Then take care of yourself..."
The Void Demon Soul bade White Moonlight farewell.
"Wait!"
White Moonlight suddenly spoke, stopping the Void Demon Soul just as it was about to leave.
"I'm going to die anyway. Many worldly possessions are already useless to me, so I'll leave them to you, my friend."
When she spoke the word "friend," White Moonlight's voice caught slightly.
With a wave of her delicate hand, several items flew toward the Void Divine Soul.
A Lunar Divine Needle, fine as a strand of hair.
A Qiankun Bag for storing items.
And a jade slip on its own.
In the tone of someone arranging her final affairs, she introduced these items.
"That hair-thin needle is my bonded magical treasure. It is called the Lunar Divine Needle, a top-grade immortal artifact."
"Within the Qiankun Bag are some of my collections