Taking into account his current understanding of the laws, Dong Fuyi had sealed the laws within Li Yan's body directly into his Nascent Soul, following a rhythm that subtly accorded with the Heavenly Dao.
This would allow him, as he slowly contemplated them in the future, to truly experience the peculiar fluctuations of the laws contained within that power.
This gift seemed utterly simple, but for a cultivator at a particular stage, it was the finest and greatest gift he could receive.
That was the difference between having a master and having none. A master could judge from your cultivation progress what you most needed at a given stage, sparing a disciple untold years of wandering down crooked paths.
After his conversation with Li Yan, Dong Fuyi had also gained a deeper understanding of him, along with a sense of regret.
Nothing about this boy's words or actions resembled the dull, foolish lad he had always imagined him to be. In the past, he had even been especially envious of his senior brother Qian Zhong.
He had felt that Qian Zhong had taken in an exceptionally gifted disciple with an exquisite heart of seven apertures, while he himself, though he had found an heir to his legacy, had barely managed a satisfactory result.
But now it seemed that beneath this dark-skinned boy's honest, guileless appearance, both his aptitude and his intellect were absolutely first-rate.
His regret stemmed from the fact that, had he been able to keep Li Yan by his side all along, even though Li Yan had begun cultivating far later than Pei Buchong,
he would surely have been a Void Refinement cultivator upon returning to the Immortal Spirit Realm now. Advancing became increasingly difficult for others, but that was not necessarily true for someone with Li Yan's