After a full incense stick had burned, the mystic light above Xu Yi's head finally vanished completely.
Wang Buyi no longer knew what to say. By now, he was exhausted in both body and mind.
He never would have imagined that the Dao Integration of a mere Immortal Tribulation cultivator could take so long—long enough that he had nearly been unable to hold on.
As for his mental exhaustion, it was entirely because he had encountered a cultivation logic he couldn't understand. It left him at a loss and inevitably stirred up envy, jealousy, and resentment.
When the five-colored mystic light had completely disappeared, Xu Yi dropped onto the ground. He was like a giant prawn with its tendons pulled, drenched in sweat that soaked a broad patch of white earth in an instant.
After resting for more than a dozen breaths, Xu Yi began replenishing his spirit liquid and pills. He regulated his breathing for half a teacup's time, then sprang back to life, got to his feet, and solemnly thanked Wang Buyi.
Without Wang Buyi standing guard this time, setting aside whether outsiders might have noticed the disturbance and been drawn here by the promise of danger—
just the violent, chaotic forces filling the area would have made it impossible for Xu Yi to break into the Dao Integration Realm, no matter how great his abilities, if no one had helped bring them into order.
Even if Wang Buyi had helped him only because he had no choice, Xu Yi had undeniably benefited from his assistance. He still had to express his thanks.
Wang Buyi stared blankly at Xu Yi for a long while before finally asking, "What kind of main star did you ignite in your starry sky? Was it the Tai Yin Star or the sun?"