He seemed unable to further his cultivation with Origin Qi anymore.
Even replenishing the Origin Qi deficit in his Dantian was beyond his reach....
Sitting on the soft bed, Xu Yuan felt his thoughts were somewhat chaotic.
In his previous life, watching those anime and novel protagonists carve out their unique paths of cultivation always seemed exhilarating, but facing it himself only left him bewildered.
In this world, there were also some naturally gifted individuals who had forged their own paths of cultivation.
Qi Cultivators, Martial Cultivators, Soul Cultivators, and even those who relied on Yin Ghosts and other specters to develop their heterodox methods, but the cornerstone of all these paths of cultivation has always been the Origin Qi of this world.
And what about him?
Xu Yuan looked down at his own palm, finding it somewhat difficult to breathe.
His body had irreversibly conflicted with the very foundation of cultivation in this world.
