Taking a deep breath and releasing it for one last time, he started sending his Qi inside his bones, through the empty spaces created by their breaking.
Even though his Qi was more like a soft stream of air entering his bones, this didn't mean that he didn't feel anything when it entered inside his bones.
The bone marrow was so sensitive and delicate, that with each small thread of Qi that he placed inside he could feel his body tremble in pain.
To imagine that he would have to explode it in the tiniest particles and then keep his mind in place while trying to place them together once again.
But, this world belonged only to the brave and daring. If he didn't have the courage to do it, then he was finished as a cultivator. His dreams would be just bubbles.
For someone like him, the end of his road wasn't because he couldn't walk anymore, but because he didn't have the courage and willpower to move forward.
