After his delight, Xu Yi hurriedly descended from the clouds and lay down on the spot, immersing his consciousness completely in the words as he busily recorded them.
He knew full well that these words would vanish in the blink of an eye. Once missed, they would never appear again.
Fortunately, with his memory as it was now, remembering anything he read was no longer difficult.
It took a full quarter of an hour for all eight hundred characters to appear. In the past, when Xu Yi received the techniques of the Nine Revolutions Saint Creation Art, there had never been more than a hundred or so characters at most.
After all, a cultivation technique was no argumentative essay. It didn't need to weave narration and discussion together, rambling on and on. It only needed to be concise and get straight to the key points.
He read through them carefully. All eight hundred characters were about key points. The reason there were so many this time was that cultivating the second layer of the Ding Yuan Technique required the aid of too many external forces.
Xu Yi had no time to study them closely. Three vultures in the sky had been eyeing him hungrily for quite a while.
He shot into the air and cupped his fists from a distance. "Thank you three for protecting me while I cultivated. I'm grateful for your effort."
Elder Wu said, "So you were breaking through, fellow Daoist. I take it you succeeded. Congratulations. As for your thanks for protecting you, you're making my brothers and me feel ashamed. To be honest, we were only waiting to see what would happen to you. If you'd died, we would have had to take your resources. I never expected fortune to shine upon you and carry