C232 Open the Death Acupoint

In the boundless darkness, neither cold nor hot, Yu Yin's consciousness drifted aimlessly, like a wick sputtering out its last bit of oil. He was barely aware, floating in the vast blackness.

His consciousness murmured to itself:

"Is this how I die?"

"What have I gained in my lifetime?"

"If you don't fight, you'll end up with nothing