Yishu yuan seemed to be immersed in the realm of The Peach Blossom Spring, his voice clear and powerful.,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.。