Jing Yan was right, the pain of a thousand cuts pales in comparison to the agony of cultivating this technique.
Li Qing had only begun to scratch the surface of the cultivation, barely getting his spiritual power to complete a small circulation, yet he was already in so much pain that he began to question his life choices.
The pain he was experiencing was like having his heart dug out, concentrated intensely in that one area.
It was as though someone was experimenting on his chest with a small knife, slowly drilling into his heart before suddenly plunging the blade deep and then calmly slicing downwards.
Li Qing was in so much pain that veins bulged across his body, and sweat drenched even his hair, but he still forced his will to persist in running the cultivation technique.
Damn it, he refused to believe this evil.
Pain, it is said to have levels, but Li Qing wasn't clear on the specifics.
