Chapter 2902: Weaving Heaven Needle

**Novel Excerpt**

Back in the Source Realm, Lu Ye had learned from the Long Cloud Island Master that the Sky-Weaving Needle specialized in breaking through protective Dao power. Seeing it today, it truly lived up to its formidable reputation.

His rigorous training in the Tower of Time had led to immense growth in his strength. In terms of his innate power alone, with over thirteen thousand strands of energy, he was certainly more formidable than Zhi Fei.

Even so, if his reaction hadn't been swift enough just now, the Sky-Weaving Needle would have nearly pierced his defenses.

Had this Feathered Race Half-Saint attacked with a different supreme treasure, Lu Ye, with his current might, could have met it head-on. But the Sky-Weaving Needle was different; in Zhi Fei's hands, this supreme treasure truly had the power to threaten his life.

This clearly demonstrated the supreme might of the treasure.

After launching her strike, Zhi Fei's figure swiftly followed, her expression frigid and severe, clearly intending to finish him off.

However, upon seeing Lu Ye emerge completely unscathed, her expression instantly shifted to one of profound shock. "How is that possible?" she exclaimed.

She had wielded the Sky-Weaving Needle for many years, even using it to severely injure Half-Saints from other races. One particular Half-Saint, whose strength slightly surpassed her own, had still been forced to flee in disarray under the Sky-Weaving Needle's divine might.

Yet Lu Ye had now repelled that strike using only his protective Dao power. Such an outcome implied only one possibility: the vast disparity in their respective strengths was sufficient to nullify the advantage brought by the Sky-Weaving Needle's destructive force.

Zhi Fei was incredulous.

In her perception, Lu Ye exhibited no Half-Saint aura; he was merely an ordinary Integration realm cultivator. But if he wasn't a Half-Saint, how could he possibly have withstood the Sky-Weaving Needle with his own power?

Unable to fully grasp the situation, she had no time for deep contemplation. The moment Lu Ye nullified her assault, his figure blurred, and he abruptly vanished from his position. The very next instant, Zhi Fei sensed a terrifying killing intent surge towards her from the side.

She quickly turned her head, only to see Lu Ye had inexplicably closed the distance. His straight, dark longblade, imbued with a razor-sharp aura, was slashing diagonally towards her.

Zhi Fei's pupils constricted abruptly. Her twin wings on her back flared, instantly blurring into afterimages imperceptible to the naked eye. Simultaneously, Dao power surged wildly through her body, and in a flash, a barrier materialized at her side.

Throughout their growth, every member of the Feathered Race meticulously tempers their wings. For them, these wings are not merely beautiful adornments but potent instruments for both offense and defense.

As a Half-Saint, Zhi Fei's wings, tempered over countless years, could be as pliable as soft down or as unyielding as bedrock. Further augmented by her own Dao power, they were nearly akin to a defensive-type treasured artifact.

The blade descended, unleashing a torrent of violent force.

Zhi Fei's expression shifted dramatically, and her body was sent flying backward like a kite. The astonishment in her eyes intensified even further.

She finally understood why Lu Ye had been able to withstand her Sky-Weaving Needle attack earlier: his strength was indeed greater than her own!

Without direct contact moments ago, it had been difficult to ascertain.

Now, having endured a strike from him, Zhi Fei had a clear and intuitive understanding.

How could this be?

She was a Half-Saint, whose cultivation had been amassed over countless years, granting her an immense foundation. How could Lu Ye, merely an Integration realm cultivator, possibly surpass her in strength?

What horrified her even more was the piercing sharpness emanating from that single slash. That keenness seemed capable of cleaving through all obstacles, and her wings, meticulously tempered for countless years, were struggling to endure the longblade's assault.

Zhi Fei distinctly felt that the area where she had just absorbed the slash was injured, yet because her wings lacked flesh, no blood was shed.

Numerous thoughts raced through her mind. Even as her momentum continued, a presence rapidly drew near.

It was Fu Wei, arriving as reinforcement.

Fu Wei was drenched in a cold sweat.

When Zhi Fei had left him to confront Lu Ye moments ago, he had immediately pursued, anxious that Lu Ye, caught unawares, might fall prey to the Sky-Weaving Needle.

As he watched Zhi Fei unleash the Sky-Weaving Needle's might, Fu Wei's heart leaped into his throat.

Fortunately, Lu Ye was true to his reputation; he actually managed to parry such a strike and, in turn, caught Zhi Fei utterly off guard.

Consequently, his hurried attempt at reinforcement swiftly transformed into an unexpected counterattack.

As Zhi Fei's figure uncontrollably hurtled towards him, Fu Wei's anger surged. He hoisted his massive turtle shell and swung it, bellowing, "Take this, you old hag!... Whoa!"

His strike failed to connect. Zhi Fei had already regained her balance and, with a powerful flap of her wings, fanned Fu Wei away as if he were a mere trifle.

A look of profound dread, however, crossed her face. For as she lifted her gaze, Lu Ye was already surging towards her like a specter.

Zhi Fei retreated in a hurry, her twin wings spreading to their absolute maximum. From between her feathers, a dense barrage of mystical light shot forth, attempting to envelop Lu Ye.

Such an assault was nothing short of ferocious.

Lu Ye remained unperturbed. He merely held his longblade, eyes subtly lowered, his figure gliding swiftly from side to side. His longblade occasionally spun, deflecting any strikes he couldn't dodge in time, as he rapidly closed the distance to Zhi Fei.

This posture was incomparably more relaxed and fluid than his earlier joint battle with Xue Jiu against Xue Yuan.

The immense surge in his strength now afforded him the capability to directly confront a Half-Saint like Zhi Fei.

Zhi Fei was filled with growing dread and unease. As Lu Ye drew ever nearer, she could no longer hold back and once again activated the Sky-Weaving Needle.

The supreme treasure's formidable power was interspersed among the numerous mystical lights, rendering it truly indistinguishable. By the time Lu Ye perceived it, evasion was no longer an option, and he could only neutralize its might as he had previously.

However, this maneuver inevitably widened the distance between them considerably.

"Senior Brother, I'm here to assist you!" Fu Wei bellowed, his figure flashing to Lu Ye's side.

He had finally grown wise, understanding that his individual strength was no match for Zhi Fei, and even acting as a mere distraction would yield minimal results. Thus, the optimal approach was to join forces with Lu Ye.

With the might of the Divination Clan's ancestral treasure, they could effectively suppress the Sky-Weaving Needle, thereby allowing Lu Ye to fight without any further reservations.

He raised his hand, positioning the turtle shell upright before him. With barely a word exchanged, the bond of their destinies allowed Lu Ye and him to be virtually of one mind. The two figures rapidly advanced toward Zhi Fei, unceasingly, and remained wholly unfazed by Zhi Fei's frenzied barrages.

Zhi Fei's countenance finally changed.

Fu Wei alone was beneath her notice; although his turtle shell was exceptionally tough, his strength was inferior to hers and therefore posed no real threat.

Lu Ye by himself, however, could indeed present significant trouble, yet she was not devoid of life-saving measures. At the very least, the Sky-Weaving Needle's formidable power was not something Lu Ye could simply disregard.

Now, with these two joining forces, the situation had become exceptionally precarious.

Zhi Fei suddenly realized that her own predicament had grown quite perilous.

How had the situation escalated to this degree?

Initially, everything had been progressing smoothly. The traitor Xue Jiu and Si Shengya were being held in check by Ming Feng and Mo Duo. With the augmentation of the Cosmic Dao Orb and the formidable power of the Sky-Weaving Needle, she should have unequivocally been able to breach the Integration City before her.

But now, she found herself caught in a grave predicament. Particularly with Lu Ye, that human, whose longblade possessed an unheard-of sharpness. If he managed to close the distance and land a few more strikes, wouldn't her very life be in jeopardy?

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