Zhou Botong was deeply shaken!
He worked hard to learn spells!
And constantly familiarized himself with his own vast magical power, wanting to control it perfectly!
But this was easier said than done.
Zhou Botong was like a child who possessed a mountain of gold. To make perfect use of that mountain of gold, his knowledge and abilities also had to reach the corresponding level.
If one day his knowledge and everything else could rival the Southern Dipper Celestial Venerable, then if the two of them fought with spells, perhaps it would be difficult to determine a winner.
Or rather.
If one day Zhou Botong broke through again and his magical power reached an even higher realm.
Then even if he knew no spells at all, he could probably crush the Southern Dipper Celestial Venerable simply by relying on his profound magical power.
But it was obvious.
The possibility of that was far too low.
After all, he had been forcibly boosted!
Before he had thoroughly familiarized himself with his own magical power and understood everything about his current realm, he absolutely could not break through again.
Zhou Botong understood this very well.
That was why he had been working hard to learn spells and understand his own magical power.
Whenever he encountered something he did not understand.
He would go and ask Ding Ling.
Ding Ling taught him everything without reservation. His explanations were plain and easy to understand, hitting the nail on the head, and extremely meticulous.
This moved Zhou Botong greatly.
Now that Ding Ling had left.
It was equivalent to the departure of a fine teacher.
Zhou Botong naturally felt conflicted, reluctant, sorrowful, and lost... He was beset by every kind of emotion!
He was like this.
Xiang Wentian was not much better off than him.