The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

"who is it!"

Jiang Chuan turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp.

Suddenly, a crack appeared out of thin air in front of them, and a figure slowly emerged from it.

Jiang Chuan frowned; the series of unexpected events had caught him somewhat off guard.

This uninvited guest exuded a chilling aura, as if he were a demon that had just crawled out of the deepest hell, his body wreathed in eerie green flames, making him a fearsome sight!
I actually saw something like this in real life that I only ever saw in horror movies?

Jiang Chuan was terrified, but remained outwardly unmoved.

It's just a mere evil spirit; how strong can it be?

"Interesting, it can approach me silently."

Jiang Chuan said in a deep voice, his hands already secretly gathering spiritual power in case of emergency.

The figure paused for a moment, as if savoring the tense atmosphere.

He then cackled strangely, "Jiang Chuan..."

"interesting."

"Perhaps it would be more interesting if you used it as a sample in our experiment?"

Experimental samples?

Hearing this difficult-to-pronounce Chinese, Jiang Chuan frowned. This evil spirit still came from the island nation!

What exactly does this island nation want to do?
They even want to be used as experimental subjects by island nations; it's utterly ridiculous!
"Heh, we'll see if you have the ability to capture me and take me back."

Facing the islanders—no, these can't even be considered human anymore, they don't even look like human beings.

Regardless of whether the islanders are human or demons, Jiang Chuan shows no mercy whatsoever.

You've repeatedly disturbed yourself, island nation; you've narrowed your path.

Before he finished speaking, the air around him suddenly became oppressive.

The man moved with incredible speed, his claws gleaming coldly as he lunged forward, aiming straight for Jiang Chuan's throat.

"Oh, just you?"

Jiang Chuan sneered, shifting his body to the side and easily dodging the attack.

This mere island nation is nothing to worry about.

What I'm saying is, at least send some good guys over, right?

They're all half-baked, and they don't interest me at all.

weak!
too weak!
Compared to the enemies he had encountered before, the islanders were like toys.

The terrifying atmosphere they created earlier was just their usual tactic.

At the same time, Jiang Chuan flipped his palm, and a wave of spiritual energy gathered in his palm.

Against such an enemy, even drawing the Dragon Roar Sword would be an insult to him.

Then, with a slight turn of his hand, the ball of spiritual energy was instantly flung towards the other person's face.

The man reacted swiftly, sidestepping the devastating blow with ease.

But a more arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

"Not bad, you've got some skills."

"However, you're still a bit too weak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated, unleashing a series of impenetrable attacks that followed him relentlessly, each seemingly simple.

But they all contain destructive power sufficient to tear space apart.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan frowned slightly.

This island nation ghost before us actually possesses some strength!

Such a seemingly ordinary attack contained such immense power, which made Jiang Chuan begin to take the enemy before him seriously.

Unlike China, island nations don't employ spiritual power in their attacks.

They still hold that mindset of ninja supremacy, which makes sense, though.

What can you possibly accomplish in such a tiny place?

Having a ninja is already quite remarkable, but this thing in front of us, neither human nor ghost, is something else entirely.

"Flow II".

Jiang Chuan silently recited the mantra in his mind, and immediately, a faint blue light appeared around his body, and his aura suddenly increased.

Upon seeing this, the ghostly figure's dark pupils contracted sharply.

Next, Jiang Chuan sneered, "Let's see how your so-called fierce attacks compare to mine!"

Having said that, Jiang Chuan's figure appeared in front of the ghostly figure in an instant, like a cannonball.

Before Ghost Shadow could even react, he felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a cannonball and was sent flying dozens of meters away!
"You mere island nation, instead of staying within your own little corner of the world, dare to dream of coming to China to study me?"

"Open your dog eyes and look! Do you think your grandfather Jiang Chuan is someone you can shake?"

The next second, Jiang Chuan appeared in front of the ghostly figure.

He stomped on his head and coldly demanded, "What exactly are your island nation's intentions?"

"Why do you keep sending people to disturb the peace of China?"

The ghostly figure seemed to have heard a joke, and its wild laughter echoed in the wind.

"attempt?"

"Hehe, our target is very clear: those hidden forces in China."

"And you will become the key to our research, unlocking the secrets of your Chinese nation!"

Jiang Chuan frowned deeply, his gaze sharp.

"wishful thinking!"

Jiang Chuan roared, and his spiritual power suddenly erupted, enveloping his entire body!

The spiritual energy transformed into rings of burning light, spreading outwards!
It seemed as if it wanted to destroy the ghostly figure with the pressure of spiritual power!

But the next second, Jiang Chuan saw the ghostly figure at his feet grin backward and disappear in an instant.

Immediately, Jiang Chuan looked up and saw that the ghostly figure had reappeared from a small hill not far away.

"Just a little trick."

Jiang Chuan's gaze was cold, and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The thing I just stepped on was a stand-in for this ghostly figure.

"The substitution technique, perhaps?"

Jiang Chuan sneered, saying that his tricks were too clumsy.

The ghostly figure smirked, a hint of amusement in its expression. "Not bad, you have some knowledge."

"But can you handle it from here on out?"

As the words fell, the ghost instantly formed a hand seal, while simultaneously muttering an ancient incantation.

Suddenly, the surrounding air fluctuated violently, and eight eerie green ghostly figures appeared in the void at the same time, like eight ferocious giant snakes, each occupying a side, surrounding Jiang Chuan.

"Shadow Cloak: Yamata no Sora!"

Jiang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine; this island nation certainly had some fancy tricks up its sleeve.

"Little tricks."

Jiang Chuan snorted coldly, his spiritual power surged, and the Dragon Roar Sword was silently drawn from its sheath. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if the sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.

In that instant, his entire demeanor seemed to merge with the sword, revealing its sharp edge.

"Sword, come!" Jiang Chuan shot out, rushing straight towards one of the ghostly figures. The Dragon Roar Sword slashed through the sky, its sword energy like a dragon, tearing through the air, aiming straight for the heart of one of the figures!

However, the ghostly figure turned into wisps of green smoke the instant the sword tip touched it, vanishing without a trace.

On the other side, Shadow seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, its sharp claws creating a whistling sound as it went straight for Jiang Chuan's back.

Jiang Chuan swiftly turned, using the force of the sword energy to propel himself through the shadow clones like a fish, each swing of his sword aimed at striking the illusory ghost.

However, each strike only caused the shadow clones to dissipate, failing to inflict fatal damage.

In the void, the ghostly figure cackled again.

"What's wrong? Are you starting to feel powerless?"

The ghostly figure cackled in the void, delighted to see its prey suffer a mental breakdown under its torment.

His own Orochi Rift had been consistently effective, and no one had ever survived his attack.

"Powerless? You overestimate yourself."

Jiang Chuan spoke calmly, but a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and seemed to merge with the world around him, his breathing in sync with nature. Everything around him gradually became clear in his mind.

"With the three realms of flow, all things become clear!"

Jiang Chuan whispered, and when he opened his eyes again, they were clear.

Those fleeting, ghostly clones held no secrets for him whatsoever.

He could sense every subtle movement of the ghost clone.

"game over."

Jiang Chuan murmured, his figure instantly transforming into a bolt of lightning. Wherever the sword light reached, his shadow clones shattered one by one.

Finally, the sword tip pointed at the true form of the ghostly figure!

Ghost Shadow felt a chill run down his spine. How could Jiang Chuan have suddenly become so strong!
"impossible!"

Ghostly Shadow exclaimed in shock that his masterful technique, which he had painstakingly practiced for many years, had been easily broken by Jiang Chuan, and fear welled up in his heart.

But the next second, his eyes suddenly turned fierce.

Impossible! I could never lose to the Chinese!

"impossible?"

Jiang Chuan sneered, "Nothing is impossible. What you think are powerful moves are nothing but child's play in front of me."

The ghostly figure paused in mid-air for a moment, its eerie laughter abruptly ceasing, replaced by a solemn expression.

At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, an invisible pressure quietly spread, and the sky darkened.

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder rumbled faintly, as if even heaven and earth were preparing for what was about to happen.

"It seems we have no choice but to show some real strength."

The ghost's voice became deep and authoritative, no longer carrying the previous mockery.

next second.

His body suddenly swelled up, as if he had been blessed by some mysterious power.

Muscles bulged rapidly, clothing tore to shreds, and exposed skin was covered with a layer of eerie green phosphorescence.

Like a ferocious beast from the abyss, its size had increased several times over, and its eyes gleamed with a fierce green light, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

"Feel the fear, for this is the power from the island nation!"

The ghostly figure howled, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and the air seemed to be filled with the aura of death.

Jiang Chuan's expression turned solemn, and the scene before him made him more vigilant.

He knew all too well that the real battle was only just beginning.

Although the three realms of flow can perceive all things, when facing such a powerful enemy, every moment of slackness could become a fatal mistake.

"Come on, let me see your so-called real strength!"

Jiang Chuan said in a deep voice, with the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand. He lightly flicked the tip of the sword, and the sword intent was like a dragon, pointing straight to the sky.

It was as if even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been mobilized, surrounding him and forming flowing halos of spiritual energy.

The ghostly figure roared, its giant fist carrying a whirlwind as it slammed into Jiang Chuan. Each strike seemed to tear space apart, the air whistling sharply under the pressure of the fist, the grass and trees on the ground being whipped up, and dust flying everywhere.

"boom!"

As the first punch landed, Jiang Chuan nimbly dodged, using the propulsion of the sword energy to glide like a waterbird across the surface of the water, light and swift. He then swung the Dragon Roar Sword, its blade slashing towards the ghostly figure's arm, but only managed to cut off a few wisps of eerie green flames.

"You mere human, you have no idea what despair is!"

The ghostly figure expanded once more, its speed and power increasing to an unimaginable level. Each strike caused the air to explode and the earth to tremble.

The two fought fiercely, their battle shattering the surrounding scenery. Trees fell, rocks crumbled, and even the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

Jiang Chuan, under the three realms of Heart Flow, every sword strike was precise and accurate, but even in this state, he could not gain a decisive advantage; the power of Ghost Shadow seemed inexhaustible.

"Your hidden strength is indeed impressive, but in the face of absolute power, skill is ultimately limited."

The ghostly figure laughed wildly, each heavy blow carrying destructive power, seemingly intent on turning the entire world to ashes.

"is it?"

Jiang Chuan's lips curled up, a confident glint flashing in his eyes. "Then let me show you the true will of the Chinese people!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chuan's aura suddenly surged, his spiritual power surging and forming vortexes around him. The sword light of the Dragon Roar Sword became even more dazzling, and the air seemed to be cut by the sword tip, leaving long, thin cracks.

"Sword—Without—A—Trace!"

Jiang Chuan shouted and unleashed a sword strike. It was no longer a simple sword beam, but a blade of light that embodied all his will and spiritual power, cutting through the wind and rain, and aimed directly at the heart of the ghostly figure.

"what!"

Ghost Shadow was shocked. He hadn't expected Jiang Chuan to have such an amazing burst of power. The power contained in that light blade made him feel an unprecedented threat. He quickly gathered all his strength and transformed it into a dark green shield.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, unleashing a deafening roar. The shockwave swept in all directions, destroying vegetation and obscuring the sky with dust and sand.

As the dust settled, the ghostly figure staggered, blood trickling from the corner of its mouth, and for the first time, disbelief appeared in its eyes.

Jiang Chuan, though his clothes were tattered and his breathing slightly disordered, still had a resolute and unyielding look in his eyes.

"you lose."

Jiang Chuan said calmly.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Suddenly, the ghostly figure burst into laughter. The laughter, like the wailing of wronged souls from the deepest hell, pierced the stillness of the night and echoed in the air with a chilling power, as if it could freeze one's soul.

The ghostly figure appeared even more distorted in the moonlight.

He leaped suddenly, as if defying gravity, and stood in mid-air, rapidly chanting a string of ancient and mysterious incantations. The syllables were complex, and each word seemed to contain indescribable power.

Jiang Chuan's eyes followed the ghost's movements closely, a subtle sense of vigilance rising in his heart.

Just then, as the last syllable of the incantation fell, the ground trembled violently, and a powerful aura condensed from nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, a swordsman dressed in ancient armor and holding a long sword slowly appeared in mid-air.

His face was resolute, his eyes like cold stars, revealing endless coldness and determination, and his whole body exuded an aura of authority without anger.

Ghostly Shadow declared triumphantly, "This is the greatest swordsman of my island nation, Long Ze Cangqiong! Countless powerful warriors have met their end under his sword, and even the stars in the sky tremble in fear!"

"What's the use of summoning something like this? I don't think it's as powerful as the ape demon summoned by that man in black."

Long Ze Cangqiong spoke coldly, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating the night wind and reaching everyone's eardrums, "In this world, only power is the eternal and unchanging rule. Today, I will show you the true way of the sword." (End of this chapter)