Time held no meaning in cultivation.
A year later.
Little Spirit Void Peak, within a courtyard, inside the Meditation Chamber.
Han Yi slowly opened his eyes. Spiritual light rippled within them. Around him lay countless shattered Spirit Stones, both Medium-grade Spirit Stones and Low-grade Spirit Stones.
Han Yi's face was somewhat helpless.
"I miscalculated. A whole year—I exhausted all the Medium-grade Spirit Stones, plus every last Low-grade Spirit Stone, and only pushed my cultivation to the peak of Qi Refining Layer 6."
"With this trash aptitude of mine, if I really followed the usual routine and pinched pennies while cultivating with Low-grade Spirit Stones, I'd never reach Qi Refining Layer 7 in this lifetime."
"My path should be called the path of burning cash."
Before entering seclusion, Han Yi had estimated that one hundred and fifty Medium-grade Spirit Stones would absolutely be enough for him to cultivate to Qi Refining Layer 7.
But after reaching the later phase of Qi Refining Layer 6, the growth of spiritual power within his body had become increasingly slow. The spiritual energy from the Spirit Stones was being wasted at a higher rate as well.
He had not anticipated this.
As a result, he had exhausted all his Medium-grade Spirit Stones and only reached 97/100 in realm progress. Left with no choice, he had started using Low-grade Spirit Stones, which slowed his progress even further. Only just now had he finally used up the last Low-grade Spirit Stone on him.
Moreover, at the final critical moment of a breakthrough, he lacked Spirit Stones. He did not dare break through recklessly, since after a breakthrough, Spirit Stones were still needed to stabilize his cultivation.
Han Yi looked at the pale red panel before his retina. Complaints aside, he was still delighted inside. After all, he