The instant that voice rang out in his mind, Luo Yan lost consciousness.
He had no idea how long had passed before he slowly woke up.
When he opened his eyes, his vision was blood-red, as though everything had been covered in a layer of crimson.
His head felt as if it had been pierced by ten million silver needles, throbbing with sharp pain.
Luo Yan vaguely felt that he had gained some information, but he could not remember what it was specifically.
It was like having done something but being unable to recall it for the moment.
Besides, he did not want to remember right now.
His headache was too severe.
He did not dare move.
He simply lay on the ground.
After roughly half an hour, the headache finally eased, but his head still felt heavy, as if he had come down with a severe cold. Even the slightest large movement caused his temples to throb painfully.
Luo Yan sat up. After regulating his breathing for a while, he finally recovered most of his strength.
He sensed himself again.
The Mystic Qi stored in the eight mystic meridians within his body had actually fallen by nearly eighty percent. When he activated his inner observation technique, the eight mystic meridians in the world within his body were dim and feeble.
It was as though he had just fought a great battle.
Luo Yan could not help feeling surprised.
Previously, when he had used the Divine Treasure to spy on the 'Heavenly Ghost,' he had only suffered a headache.
This time, spying on the symbols on the sword shadow had knocked him unconscious directly, and his Mystic Qi had also been heavily depleted.
He hurriedly circulated his cultivation method, absorbing Primal Energy and transforming it into Mystic Qi. After some