Come on, come on...,' Lythero said to himself as he kept condensing his excess aether into cultivation rings that began to surround his newly reformed formula one after the other.
The first three rings came rather easily to Lythero, as there was plenty of aether to work with and he was still running on that high of having his aether cultivation back to normal.
However, once he got to the fourth, Lythero started to feel a bit more pushback. Granted, he still managed to condense the damn thing, it just took more effort than the previous three.
Once he got to the fifth ring though, things got really hectic for Lythero.
At this point in time, he felt as if he was trying to close a valley with nothing but his hands to help him do so.
This should've been a sign for him to stop, or at least ask for assistance.
