In the ntalist power system, they had a pretty similar term to cultivation deviation when you ssed up. It was psyche recoil.
Previously, using the direct naming sense, it was called 'ntal deviation'.
However, it beca apparent that the word was being used for a derogatory purpose, and overlapping it with a serious phenonon practitioners encountered was unsightly.
Therefore, it was later changed to psyche recoil.
A psyche recoil took place when a person incorrectly drew the shape ntioned in the practice technique while controlling their Spiritual Energy.
The margin of error allowed wasn't yet discovered, so people preferred to perfectly follow the shape.
Well, what happened if they didn't?
Poof.
Literally.
A part of their 'progress' would poof out of existence. It would vanish.
They would regress.
If a cultivation deviation 'halted' your progress, then psyche recoil 'regressed' your progress.
In cultivation deviation, the amount of ti one needed to wait for the ridians to heal before they could start using it again depended on the degree of incorrectness.
That is, which incorrect ridian did your Qi run into? Was it a major ridian? Was it a minor one?
How much Qi went into the incorrect ridian? Was it a large amount? Or were you able to control yourself in ti and only a small amount went in the incorrect ridian?
What was the speed of Qi when the incident took place? Was it high and impacted the ridian strongly? Or did it barely affect the ridian?
Similarly, in psyche recoil, the extent of 'regression' depended on the degree of incorrectness.
The higher the intensity of the mistake, the more progress you would lose. That is, the more you would regress.
But unlike cultivation deviation, after the ss up in mind space, you could still continue to draw shapes.
If you traced correctly, you could still continue progressing.
As the pill kept being consud, Eryndor continued feeling illusory cold currents in his mind.
He could feel the gradual progress of his mind.
As the pill was finally completely consud, Eryndor felt the familiar pull of sleep.
He thought disappointedly.
So it were the cold currents keeping up?
Imdiately after, he had a small realization and popped in another pill.
No no, a single pill can't really strengthen the mind to THAT extent. I can't really determine anything based on that.
What if the amount it strengthened wasn't enough to resist the sleep?
As he reasoned out his thoughts, Eryndor continued consuming pills till only half a bottle was left.
At this point, he could finally stay awake without the help of cold currents brought out by the pills.
So yea, the strengthening of the mind can indeed lessen the amount of sleep needed.
But I don't think the improvent is much.
Eryndor could feel that he only had about an hour before he would feel like sleeping again.
Might as well finish the bottle.
Dozens of minutes later, he was done finishing the complete bottle of pills.
With a sufficiently refreshed mind, Eryndor began cultivating using the Qi Gathering pills.
After he was done with a pill, he would switch to practicing the ntalist practice technique to prevent himself from getting bored.
Granted, he wouldn't really stop doing a thing after getting bored now that he got his ass whooped, it would still be better to not get the feeling of boredom, right?
Eryndor was currently at the middle of stage nine of Primind realm, the first level of the ntalist power system.
He had a relatively basic practice technique, so his speed wasn't anything impressive.
It was purely because of the various resources in the secret realm during the tournant that he was able to progress so quickly back then and quickly reach stage nine.
Eryndor had thought of using the Spirit Strengthening pills for the ntalist power system, but he later realized that it might be dangerous to use it this way.
He was just making a guess based on the fact that since the Spirit Strengthening pill targeted the mind, the domain of the ntalist power system, so they could be used together.
He didn't actually have any real knowledge regarding this, so he didn't end up risking it.
It wasn't as if he could ask at the counter either.
Why the fuck was a random student having doubts about a power system which wasn't even circulated here?
After about two hours, when he felt the sleepiness kick in again, Eryndor finally gave in.
He let sleep consu him as his thoughts ca to a stop, falling into the abyss as peace overtook his being.
A calm breathing ensued in the private room of Eryndor as he took a rest after a long long long day.
Approximately four hours later, Eryndor's eye opened for a brief mont.
It was a normal occurrence. When people sleep they would sotis randomly wake up before imdiately being consud by sleep.
The sa happened here, except that Eryndor fought off the second round of sleep and groggily woke up.
The first thing he did was change the bedsheets as he rembered that he had only removed the clothes before falling on it a few hours ago.
He hadn't freshened up in the bathroom or cleaned himself of all the filth.
He then took a bath and changed into a new set of clothes, above which he wore the undamaged armor.
On top of everything he wrapped a white robe around himself before stepping out of the room with daggers strapped to his waist.
These robes were made in such a way that they didn't interfere with your combat, so a lot of disciples used it for not just aesthetic purposes but also because it didn't impede you while battling.
Because if these robes interfered with your fight, then people wouldn't wear them even if they had to walk around with an ugly clunky armor.
Ti to kill that snake.
Eryndor left the room, and had just walked downstairs when he heard sothing which made him stop in his tracks.
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