A bright starlight appeared in his eyes, the shining points connected in the darkness, forming the wooden structure. But Fang Hong had never seen such tight and intricate connections; it was far closer and sturdier than any metal he'd ever seen, not to mention wood and stone.
But more importantly, he sensed the vast magic power contained within the endless starlight, boundless, greater than an ocean.
Fang Hong's hand trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes, a faint layer of silverlight residing in his eyes, fading slowly with time. The magic overflow brilliance was unnoticed by others, but Lord Moenyalit saw it clearly.
He smiled: "Did you see it?"
Fang Hong nodded in shock.
Within the withered Heart of the Giant Tree, the magic power it left behind in life was still contained, for it had once floated in the Sea of Wind, absorbing endless elements and ether. It was like a massive magical source, even as a piece of deadwood, it contained vast strength.
