Sensing the situation inside Wang Qi's body, Xiboche withdrew his hand and smiled happily.
He had a flaw—he loved teaching others. His disciples were not the most numerous in the Immortal Alliance, but there were quite a few of them. He was exceedingly generous by nature. Back when Taiyi Tianzun Ai Citam had been trapped by a poor grasp of mathematical principles and could barely continue on the path of seeking the Dao, he had even mobilized a group of Myriad Dharma Sect cultivators under him to solve Ai Citam's mathematical problems.
Thus, seeing the youngster before him break through to the second level of Tianyan Tulu, he felt heartfelt delight.
The second level of Tianyan Tulu possessed a far more powerful ability than the first to connect to heaven and earth's breath and draw upon spiritual qi. The flow of mana representing Tianyan Tulu rapidly grew stronger. Though the various cultivation methods were still clashing, Xiboche had already caused the chaotic mana to exhaust itself through internal attrition. As one waned and the other waxed, the other mana was unexpectedly integrated one by one by Tianyan Tulu.
During the integration process, Tianyan Tulu went astray several times. Yet the technique itself was extraordinary; after each deviation, it adjusted itself, and the cultivation method even underwent new changes.
Xiboche nodded. After thinking for a moment, he took out paper and brush from the void, manipulated them with mana to write several lines, and gently placed the paper beside Wang Qi. He also casually laid a spell over it to keep it from being blown away.
Zhen Chanzi asked doubtfully, "Why are you helping him?"
Since Xiboche had already discovered him, there was no need for him to hide himself anymore.
Xiboche stroked his chin. "This child suits my eye quite