Silent, An Tuximo held his breath and focused completely on watching Green upgrade the Robe of Appearances.
Within this temporary space An Tuximo had blasted open with the power of destruction, Green spent a full three months weaving the innumerable strands of red, yellow, and green Primordial Light into threads, then winding them up like balls of yarn.
With a fishbone needle in one hand and the Robe of Appearances in the other, the quiet Green actually resembled a housewife doing needlework. Yet what he was sewing was truly astonishing!
One side of the Primordial Light threads formed the optical, perfectly camouflaged outer shell of the Robe of Appearances, composed of Prismatic Neon light; the other was the hidden ability within the rules of Green's Wizard Ancestor Form, which transformed the properties of matter and energy!
Primordial Light was the first light-source rule born with the creation of a world, possessing the attribute of being compatible with all things. If Green used it as a perfect adhesive, he truly could give the Robe of Appearances a flawless upgrade.
"Mentor, these are ultimately just external objects. Without rune matching, their effectiveness is greatly diminished. From a wizard's perspective, the utilization rate of these perfect materials is pitifully low."
An Tuximo truly could not hold back any longer.
It was clear that An Tuximo pursued perfection in all things. Green's failure to apply rune enhancement to the materials was equivalent to a wizard failing to employ the leverage of rules; the utilization rate of the materials was simply pitifully low.
And if it were supplemented later, some damage would inevitably occur.
"If we didn't do it this way, those Dimensional War Legions would swallow us until nothing but bones remained."
After making that darkly humorous joke, Green said seriously, "During the time