The ninth floor of the High Tower Institute.
As Weaver after Weaver appeared, powerful waves of mental force intertwined and spread.
At the center of the Weavers' encirclement, the second hand of the Doomsday Pocket Watch ticked backward, seeming to slow the flow of time across the entire area.
Then a blast of freezing air erupted at its utmost limit, sealing Hong Yuan, Yifuli, and Lolin in ice.
Amid swirling black mist, a slender female Spellcaster with an elusive figure murmured, and the scissors in her hand snapped shut!
For Weavers, the ordinary branches of String Sorcery posed no difficulty.
Any Weaver willing to spend a little time could master every ordinary branch.
The special branches were another matter.
But even among them, some were harder to master than others.
With branches such as the Blood String, Dream String, Poison String, and Illusion String, a Weaver could master almost any of them through study and practice.
Only a handful were exceedingly rare even among the special branches. Those truly required a particular quality; without it, even a Weaver would struggle to take the first step.
The Time String, Space String, and Life String!
This female Spellcaster was a Weaver who had comprehended the Life String.
Through the Threads of Fate technique, she silently linked her fate to Hong Yuan's. The black mist over her face shuddered, briefly revealing the face of a woman in her thirties. A lock of black hair at her temple turned white with startling speed, as though being dyed.
Casting this technique cost her lifespan. In less than a thousandth of a breath, ten years of her life drained away.
But it was worth it.
Under the effect of the Threads of Fate, those ten years could pry away several times that much lifespan from her