At this moment, he couldn't feel more mortal. All of his cultivation was still there, and he could feel it clearly. With just the slightest bit of effort, his cultivation would begin circulating again like a well-oiled machine, and all his woes and pains would go away. As long as he reached out… as long as he reached out it would all go away.
Weakly raising an arm, Di Tou tried to reactivate his cultivation, but before he could do so, he passed out. It couldn't be helped, if an ordinary old man was so sick and in such a poor location, it could already be considered lucky that they only passed out and didn't go up into the Heavens to meet their ancestors.
