A week later, Di Tou had managed to melt down and use up about seventy percent of the Spiritual Imprint. In all honesty, although he hadn't ended up consuming the entire thing like he had hoped, it was already far more then he had expected to be able to use, so although he was a bit disappointed, as a whole he didn't have any regrets. In line, one could only do their best and leave no regrets.
At this point, Mu Di Bai appeared to pick him up, and sensing that the restriction was quite stable and would last quite some time even without him, Di Tou nodded and accepted to be 'picked up' even though things weren't entirely done.
And so, reaching out a palm, Mu Di Bai grasped the air, and the next thing Di Tou knew, they were standing inside of that ruined village, where there was only the one hut with slightly rotten grains and burned linens…
All around elsewhere, there was desolation and ruin…
