Ye Qiu tried to probe his dantian. Ever since Tang Surou rescued him, his physical injuries had improved, but his True Qi was gone. Even without a careful examination, he could feel that the source of power in his dantian was no longer present.
The only thing remaining was that damaged eyeball.
Feeling the desolation within his dantian, Ye Qiu could only smile bitterly, and then smile bitterly some more. To reach the realm of True Qi, it had taken him many years of cultivation to make a breakthrough; now, it seemed he would have to tread that old path once again.
No longer focusing on his dantian, Ye Qiu tried to start from the beginning, to cultivate strength, and then True Qi.
Ye Qiu thought of the items that Old Mo had given him in the parcel. If he started from scratch, could he draw anything from the cultivation methods of the Dugu ancestors?
With that thought, Ye Qiu opened the parcel and laid out several martial arts notes from the Dugu ancestors.
