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Yi Shu Yuan helplessly turned his head to look behind him, pointing at the sports camera on his head.,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.。