Vision darkened and cleared again.
The oil lamp on the wall was still emitting a dim light.
He was still maintaining the action of taking the Subduing Demon Token, standing in front of the incense table.
The furnishings in the secret room remained unchanged.
Sparse and spacious.
Dust footprints were on the floor.
Everything seemed to remain the same.
The only difference was the black Subduing Demon Token in his hand, which had now become dull and lost some of its luster.
Zhou Ping'an staggered, his head spinning, and he quickly reached out to brace himself against the table...
It felt just like those times when he had stayed up for three days and nights playing games, and his brain had turned to mush, almost incapable of thought.
"Spiritual harm."
Zhou Ping'an didn't bother to check his physical condition or what the starlight that had merged into his mind at the last moment was.
