In the tranquil hall, Rou Lian held an embroidery needle in her right hand, while her left seemed to be gripping something. She gently pricked at it with the needle. With her soft movements, a black thread flickered in and out of sight at the needle's tail. Meanwhile, the bodies of the two black-clad people beside her trembled without cease.
Bai Yu sat in the seat of honor, watching Rou Lian's movements. Amid this eerie atmosphere, the souls of the two black-clad men slowly emerged from above their heads. The layers of restrictions permeating their divine souls had already shattered, yet under the embroidery needle's shuttling, they continuously gathered together once more.
These two black-clad men were not weak; both possessed cultivation in the Body Integration Realm. Even in the Upperstream, figures like them would have been renowned, capable of establishing no small faction.
Yet such beings were, in Rou Lian's hands, like toys to be played with at will.
As their divine souls gathered anew, vast amounts of memories surfaced. It was a hidden underground chamber, packed with dense rows of people. Like puppets, they were strung together by red threads.
Above the underground chamber, a plain-looking woman resembling a spider was embedded in the ceiling. The countless threads among the crowd were connected to her abdomen.
"Release fifteen Demon-Banishing Guards."
A frigid voice rang out. The woman on the ceiling slightly raised her head, and fifteen red threads snapped at once. As fifteen people stepped out from the crowd, a crystal sphere was spat from the woman's mouth and landed in a man's hand.
After swallowing the crystal sphere, the man directed the fifteen to investigate the terrain around the Myriad Treasures Sect's stronghold.
Seeing that scene unfold within the memories, Bai Yu frowned. That spider woman looked