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In Yishouyuan's mind, a scene from the Taian period of the Jin Dynasty emerged: a fisherman in a boat drifting leisurely along the water. With his ordinary Mandarin level and his own emotional rendering and imagination of the atmosphere, he pointed his finger towards the bank, as if there grew rows of peach trees...,Yishu yuan's voice slowed down. He widened his eyes slightly, and his pupils dilated unconsciously, as if he were truly hallucinating, seeing a hazy light ahead.,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.。