Snap!
With a crisp sound, the fruit fell from its branch and landed in a waiting palm.
Hong Yuan hefted the fruit, feeling its strange patterns. Nearly every conventional string system had its counterpart within, along with special systems such as light, darkness, and psychic power.
Everything belonging to a Weaver of the True God Church, whether mental power or understanding of String Sorcery, had been devoured by the Tree of Myriad Phenomena. The powers of multiple strings had then fused flawlessly into this tiny fruit.
The five Weavers beside him, whether Charles, Maguire, and Olivia from the High Tower Institute or Edwin and Augustus, all had their gazes firmly drawn to the fruit.
"What does a fruit nurtured at the cost of a Weaver taste like, I wonder? Perhaps whoever eats it will drop dead on the spot."
Hong Yuan's gaze shifted, and he brought the fruit toward his mouth. "Why don't I try it first?"
"Rosha, stop!" Maguire was the first to lose his composure, barking out a warning.
Hong Yuan's hand stopped halfway up. Five formidable streams of mental power shot through the air and locked onto him, while a terrifying pressure descended like a mountain.
If he truly dared take a bite, he would immediately suffer a merciless strike.
They would not go so far as to kill him, but none of the five before him would likely hesitate to make him suffer a little.
"Just kidding." Hong Yuan smiled, turned the fruit in his hand, and casually tossed away this treasure unprecedented in the Spellcaster World.
The five Weavers did not scramble for it. The fruit landed in Charles's palm. He examined it for a moment and probed it with his mental power, then surprise and bewilderment surfaced on his face.
As a great figure