"The Refining God Skill is not only insanely slow, but it barely does anything... sigh!"
Lin Chang'sheng tried once again to cultivate the Refining God Skill, only to find that the speed was just as snail-like as before—painfully slow.
And, it had no noticeable effect.
These past few months, he'd been unable to cultivate magical power.
He kept attempting the Refining God Skill, hoping for some breakthrough, but he was left disappointed yet again.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Lin Chang'sheng discovered that he could sense what was happening three inches behind his head without looking; his heart skipped a beat.
"Have these months of persistence finally produced some results?!"
Seeing this, a spark of excitement flashed in Lin Chang'sheng's eyes.
He understood exactly what it meant to have Divine Sense extend three inches.
It meant that, as long as he kept cultivating, he'd be able to open his storage bag.
If that worked, he could grab the elixirs inside and restore some magical power.
