lt;pgt;Tales of the

The next moment, Yi Shu Yuan was engulfed by countless streams of water. He struggled to paddle, but couldn't float up. Instead, the more he paddled, the faster he sank, as if he were weighed down by lead, plummeting into a terrifyingly deep and dark abyss, like a gaping maw ready to consume him.,In the dim light, it seemed as if wisps of translucent light flickered and darted before Yi Shumen's drowsy eyes. His mind raced like a carousel, replaying fragmented memories in vivid flashes, even conjuring up hallucinations. He saw figures, scrolls, heard whispers, and imagined himself clad in robes and armor—a kaleidoscope of familiar and unfamiliar selves...,But before his eyes was a forest interspersed with lingering snow. The setting sun illuminated the river valley, like an uninhabited desolate mountain and ancient forest, making Yi Shuyuan's heart colder than ice water.。