A few hours later, Di Tou wearily opened his eyes and collapsed forward in bed. After taking a few deep breaths, Di Tou rubbed his head before wearily getting up and rubbing his right arm with his left hand. It seemed like he had overdone it yet again. Feeling the chill running through his body and the slight pang of pain from his somewhat sliced Spiritual Sense, Di Tou couldn't help but sigh. Although the pain that he experienced from splitting flowers to improve his Spiritual Sense wasn't all that bad when compared to his normal cultivation, it actually caused damage, unlike cultivating with incense and formations.
But at the end of the day, what choice did he have? He couldn't progress any further with his old method of cultivation, and he could only truck on with what he had.
