Minerals after minerals turned to dust under my fingers. Each inhale filled my lungs with thin energy that built up little by little.
Hours passed as I breathed in the dust, pouring every drop of energy into the urn. My body was recovering fine, but the repetitive strain still weighed heavily on my dantians.
I could only hope this would help me break through, rather than cause a backlash.
'This is more tiring than I thought,'
My vision blurred at times, but I refused to stop. Sweat rolled down my back as the strain crawled through my muscles.
I closed my eyes and sank into meditation, sacrificing another batch of stones.
Finally, a warm pulse rose from my core. I pressed my palm to the urn again.
'This should be the last one,' I let out an exhausted breath as I prepared for the final attempt.
Energy surged out of me like water through a broken dam, and no matter how many times I repeated it, the feeling of being sucked dry never grew dull.
