Heavy eyelids, after a struggle, finally slowly opened, and the view before his eyes gradually cleared.
What met Lu Qingshan's eyes was a yellowed tent top.
Looking at that dirty and worn tent top, his memories before he had fallen unconscious surged forth like a tide.
His Flawless Dao Foundation had been extracted, and while heavily injured, he had overused Heaven Suppressing.
Even with the power of the Oblivion spirit, his condition had improved from merely terrible to slightly less terrible.
Thus, after forcibly severing his own Flawless Dao Foundation, he had passed out uncontrollably.
Lu Qingshan struggled, slowly supporting his body into a sitting position with his arms.
After sitting up, he calmed his mind and spirit, delving into his Dantian.
His Nascent Soul was still sitting within the Dantian, but now its divine light was dim, eyes tightly closed, as if in deep slumber, no longer emitting any trace of might.