His body was sinking faster and faster. Yishu Yuan didn't know how much saliva he had swallowed, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. Besides the feeling of suffocation in his body, the surrounding water seemed to be getting colder and colder, and his struggles gradually weakened.,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...,Flickers danced, his fingertips trembled incessantly. Yishu Yuan's heart pounded like a drum, a fear of being torn apart gripped him.。