Because the Tuoyue Patriarch had once tampered with this pale yellow withered branch, Wang Yu remained extremely cautious despite the slim chance of any lingering danger. He did not rashly send his divine thought into it.
Instead, he touched a finger between his brows, and a surge of invisible telekinetic power swept out, lifting the withered branch straight from the wooden box to hover quietly in the air before him.
He opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of white flame, which coiled around the withered branch and burned fiercely.
Time passed little by little, yet the pale yellow branch remained unscathed within the flames, showing no sign of catching fire.
"Interesting."
Wang Yu rubbed his chin, but his expression relaxed.
The fact that it could remain unharmed after so long in the flames of the Crimson Sun Great Art already proved that it was extraordinary. It also meant that none of the Tuoyue Patriarch's hidden tricks could remain.
After all, flames of utmost yang naturally countered spells involving spirit souls and yin-based evil. Even the most deeply concealed Spirit Soul Mark could not withstand such a roasting by the Crimson Sun Great Art.
With that thought, Wang Yu reached into the white flame, took the withered branch in his hand, and examined it closely.
Its surface was wrinkled, its markings a chaotic jumble. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like the most ordinary tree branch imaginable.
He immediately released another wisp of divine thought and sent it into the branch, but his expression changed slightly at once.
The withered branch actually repelled his divine thought, preventing it from entering at all.
Could this be a spiritual object of the third tier or higher?
Wang Yu thought this in mingled surprise and delight.
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