Hong Yuan did not spare a glance for the Spellcaster leaving with the Weaver Fruit. His gaze settled on the clearing at the center of the base.
A Weaver had perished just like that, without so much as a hair left behind.
Only the tree of myriad phenomena shone brilliantly, its countless drooping branches glimmering with unfathomable light.
Its immense crown extended into the void, as though merging with heaven and earth and becoming part of nature itself.
Hong Yuan beckoned, and the tree of myriad phenomena rapidly shrank, dissolving into specks of firefly light that sank into his palm.
Hong Yuan lightly tapped his brow, and an odd look flickered across his face.
Over these four years, the Wesseland Federation and the Nine Kingdoms Cultivation World had independently begun doing the same thing.
Eliminating the powerful!
On the Nine Kingdoms Cultivation World's side, however, Jiang Yunxu had used the promise of a chance to reach the nascent soul stage to lure numerous golden core cultivators into the Greenwood Cave Abode. To bolster his essence, qi, and spirit and condense his blood infant, he had consumed them in great numbers within a short time.
The elimination of Weavers in the Spellcaster World had taken much longer. Over four years, at least thirty Weavers had become String Sorcery Fruits in Hong Yuan's hands.
The Federation's Anti-Evil Act had initially targeted only cults headed by the True God Church, along with certain dark societies.
But how many Weavers could these organizations that shunned the light possibly have between them?
And the longer it went on, the stronger the remaining Weavers of these factions became. They hid deeper and grew increasingly difficult to capture.
Did that mean they would stop capturing Weavers?
Naturally, that was impossible.
Once the box of desire had been