Blood continued to flow from his abdomen and chest.
Yu Daohen knew clearly that he had lost too much blood and there was likely no turning back.
The amount of bleeding.
Even Hua Tuo, if alive, would be powerless.
His body slowly grew cold, as if instantly plunged into an icy river in winter.
He shivered uncontrollably.
Yu Daohen understood that this was the feeling of death approaching.
Having roamed the martial world for so long, he had faced death countless times, but this was the closest he had ever been.
Goodbye... Qin Muyu.
Yu Daohen, unable to hold on, slowly closed his eyes.
At the very moment he closed his eyes completely, his left hand suddenly grew hot, as if drawn by something.
Yu Daohen clung to the last shred of consciousness, forcing his eyes open to look at what was attracting his left hand.
He saw only a black bead that had fallen to the ground in front of him.
No... I must save it!
Yu Daohen lunged onto the ground, crawling towards the black bead.
The black bead was only three meters away from him.
But these three meters plunged him into despair.
Yu Daohen crawled forward, disregarding everything.
His fingers dug into the dirt as he struggled to move forward.
Blood stained the surrounding earth.
With every inch Yu Daohen crawled, he felt he would lose consciousness the next second.
The pain from his wounds had numbed him.
Half a meter.
One meter.
Two meters.
Two and a half meters.
Seeing the bead so close, a flicker of hope ignited in Yu Daohen's heart.
But his eyelids were slowly sinking.
Reaching a distance where he could touch the black bead, Yu Daohen stretched out his hand to grasp this sole hope.
Just as his palm was about to seize the black bead, the world plunged into darkness.
Yu Daohen completely lost consciousness.
His palm was only two centimeters away from the black bead.
Seeing that his grandson had not returned for so long, Yu Shuntian became worried and hurried over.
Before he even arrived at the scene, he smelled a strong scent of blood from a distance.
This potent smell of blood made Yu Shuntian uneasy, and he rushed forward.
Upon arriving at the scene and witnessing the sight before him, Yu Shuntian's heart ached intensely.
He rushed to Yu Daohen, who lay in a pool of blood, and checked his grandson's breath.
He trembled uncontrollably, refusing to accept reality.
No... breathing.
"No, it's absolutely impossible!" Yu Shuntian pulled out a silver needle, channeled the last wisp of his internal energy, and forcefully applied the acupuncture technique: "The Stabilizing Needle of Life!"
The silver needle emitted a faint white glow as it pierced towards Yu Daohen's heart.
The silver needle entered Yu Daohen's heart, but there was no reaction.
"No, there must still be hope."
Yu Shuntian shook his head in despair, pulled out a silver needle from his waist, and prepared to administer the Stabilizing Needle again.
However, as he channeled his internal energy, Yu Shuntian spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly falling unconscious.
Yu Shuntian clenched his fists in despair, then suddenly noticed the black bead emitting a faint black aura beside him. He then looked at the trail of blood Yu Daohen had crawled through, and an idea struck him.
He picked up the black bead from the ground and stuffed it directly into Yu Daohen's mouth.
The moment the black bead was placed in Yu Daohen's mouth, it transformed into a liquid and flowed down his throat into his body.
Witnessing this miraculous phenomenon, Yu Shuntian was filled with shock.
But after a moment, Yu Daohen still showed no reaction.
Yu Shuntian was utterly despairing.
Just then, a subtle change occurred at Yu Daohen's heart.
Seeing this, Yu Shuntian reached out and touched Yu Daohen's heart.
The heart that had stopped beating suddenly began to beat vigorously.
Seeing this, Yu Shuntian was overjoyed: "My grandson is not dead, my grandson is not dead!"
Cold... so cold it penetrated to the bone, his blood had lost all warmth.
Thump!
His heart suddenly ached violently, and Yu Daohen gasped for air, opening his eyes as if waking from icy water.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
Yu Daohen panted heavily, looking around at his surroundings.
Thump... thump... thump...
His heart pounded as if about to explode.
Surrounding him was an endless sea, but the water was not blue. Instead, it emitted waves of ghostly energy, appearing black, and he was standing on the water's surface.
Looking up at the sky, it seemed as if something was obscuring it, the sky was a dull gray, devoid of any life.
This scenery... it was like hell.
"Where is this place?"
Yu Daohen's expression was grave, he couldn't figure out where he was.
But one thing he was certain of was that he was not dead!
According to Qin Muyu, this was his last life.
Once dead, he would not even have the chance to reincarnate, his soul would be scattered directly.
But since he was not dead, what was this place?
The underworld?
Yu Daohen touched his abdomen and found that the wound had disappeared.
Looking down, he saw a faint light emanating from his heart. His heart was the only part of his body that was beating; the veins in his arms and neck had stopped pulsing.
Yu Daohen suddenly realized.
Could this be his spiritual world?
But why was his spiritual world a dull gray, emitting ghostly energy?
This was completely different from the spiritual worlds he had visited before.
Yu Daohen became somewhat troubled.
The current problem was how to get out.
Choosing a direction at random, Yu Daohen attempted to see if he could walk out.
What Yu Daohen didn't realize was that the source of the ghostly energy emanating from this spiritual world was himself.
He was now permeated with an extreme density of ghostly energy.
It could be said that he was no longer human, but a ghost.
Walking, he just kept walking...
Yu Daohen had lost track of how long he had been walking, nor did he know where he was.
Perhaps it had been a day and a night, or perhaps three days, or even four days.
The sky here was always gray, the sea always black and emitting ghostly energy.
Yu Daohen walked aimlessly... he didn't get tired anyway.
Although he couldn't find a way out, there was good news.
Initially, only his heart was beating, but now the veins in his neck and arms had also begun to pulse.
In the old Yu family residence.
Yu Yijun sat by Yu Daohen's bedside, her face haggard, looking as though she hadn't slept in a long time.
Yu Shuntian, carrying a bamboo basket, entered the main hall and then the room. He looked at Yu Yijun, who was keeping vigil by Yu Daohen's bed, and said, "Little girl, has Xiao Hen not woken up yet?"
Yu Yijun shook her head with a haggard expression. Her eyes were red and swollen, clearly showing she had been crying. She said worriedly, "Great-Grandfather, today is the fifteenth day. Will Father never wake up?"
"No, Xiao Hen will definitely wake up."
After speaking, Yu Shuntian looked at the exhausted Yu Yijun with concern and said, "Little girl, you haven't slept for three days. Go and rest for a while."
Yu Yijun shook her head and looked at Yu Daohen, who lay on the bed with a pale face, "No, I want to stay here until Father wakes up."