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

The light behind the portal gradually faded, and Jiang Chuan's figure appeared at the entrance to another world.

He looked around and found himself in a dark space, surrounded by a suffocating silence, as if time had frozen.

In this dim space, only a faint light shone through from afar, illuminating the path in front of him.

At the end of the road, a huge stone tablet stands, covered with ancient runes, exuding a mysterious aura.

"Jiang Chuan, do you know what the stone tablet in front of you means?" Ling Juan appeared and stood on Jiang Chuan's shoulder, speaking.

Jiang Chuan nodded slightly. He had imagined this sealed land before and had some understanding of its legends.

He walked up to the stone tablet and carefully examined the runes on it.

These runes appear to be an ancient script, recording the history and secrets of the sealed land.

Blue lightning bolts swirled around the stone tablet, making the place seem very eerie.

Jiang Chuan knew that these lightning bolts were not a natural phenomenon, but rather the work of some mysterious force.

He carefully touched the stone tablet, feeling its temperature and vibrations.

Suddenly, the runes on the stone tablet began to flash, and beams of light emanated from the stone tablet, illuminating the entire space.

It was a strange and dazzling light, as if it contained the mysteries of the universe and ancient power.

Jiang Chuan felt a powerful force surging from the stone tablet, his heartbeat quickened slightly, and his body involuntarily leaned forward, as if drawn by an invisible force.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried to decipher the information on the stone tablet. His fingers gently touched the surface of the tablet, feeling the subtle fluctuations transmitted by the ancient runes.

Just then, Ling Juan's voice rang in his ears.

"This stone tablet seals my clone inside. What are you doing?"

Lingjuan was speechless at Jiangchuan's actions.

Its voice carried a hint of reproach, clearly displeased with Jiang Chuan's reckless behavior.

Jiang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Ling Juan's. He realized that he might have triggered some kind of mechanism in the stone tablet, and Ling Juan's clone seemed to have been released.

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone tablet was sensed by Jiang Chuan's early-stage Heavenly Realm strength.

The complex characters on it began to dance, then surged out of the stone tablet's surface, echoing the surrounding blue lightning and transforming into intelligent characters.

These characters floated in mid-air, emitting a faint blue light, extremely eerie, as if they were alive.

Jiang Chuan sensed something was wrong and stepped back, glancing warily at Ling Juan.

He felt an invisible pressure permeating the air, an ancient and powerful force that seemed to be secretly watching their every move.

"What's going on?" Jiang Chuan asked.

The spirit scroll seemed somewhat flustered. It quickly jumped off Jiang Chuan's shoulder, hovered in the air, and stared at the floating characters.

A faint fluctuation of spiritual energy began to gather around its body, as it prepared to deal with any potential threats.

“We must be careful; these characters have absorbed the power of my clone and have developed sentience,” the spirit scroll said.

Jiang Chuan frowned; he understood Ling Juan's words.

The script has absorbed intelligence, which means it is no longer a simple rune, but has become a self-aware entity.

"What is their current status?" Jiang Chuan asked.

"They seem to be looking for a target. Perhaps my clones crave a physical body and need a living being to inhabit," Spirit Scroll replied.

Jiang Chuan did not hesitate. He raised his palm, absorbed the spirit scroll into his palm, and then forcefully flung it toward the dark blue characters.

The scroll tumbled nimbly in the air, its small hands forming hand seals, attempting to communicate with the characters at the last moment.

Just as the spirit scrolls were about to touch the characters, they suddenly stopped, as if blocked by some invisible force.

Jiang Chuan's heart skipped a beat as he realized that these words were not so easily appeased.

Ling Juan's small hands quickly formed hand seals, her eyes hardening as she knew this was a crucial moment: "Clone, I know you're there. Don't hurt us. There's a possibility of reconciliation between us."

As the spirit scroll spoke, the dark blue characters seemed to react, trembling slightly in the air.

Then it slowly dispersed, as if listening to the call of the spirit scroll.

Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

Just then, Ling Juan's body was suddenly enveloped by an invisible force, and her body became slightly transparent, as if a special connection had been established between her and the characters.

“I am willing to talk to you, but we need a peaceful solution.”

After several minutes of tense mediation, Jiang Chuan discovered that the dialogue between the spirit scroll and the characters that had absorbed the power of its clones was becoming increasingly intense.

What started as a peaceful conversation gradually turned into a verbal battle. Ling Juan's voice was full of patience and persuasion, while the handwriting seemed to inherit the elements of Ling Juan's anger, with responses full of hostility and provocation.

As the conversation deepened, Ling Juan's emotions began to spiral out of control, her voice trembling slightly, but filled with anger.

It tried to persuade them with reason, but the fonts seemed completely unconvinced; their voices were full of mockery and disdain.

Finally, after a fierce argument, Ling Juan lost its patience. Spiritual energy surged around its body, and it began to attack.

Its palms condensed beams of spiritual energy, which attacked the characters.

These characters also seemed to be formidable; they rapidly combined in the air, forming defensive barriers that blocked the attacks from the spirit scroll.

Just as the spirit scroll's attack was about to break through the barrier, the characters suddenly launched a counterattack.

A powerful force blasted Ling Juan's body away.

The scroll tumbled in the air, its body arcing through the air, nearly crashing into the boulder.

Fortunately, Jiang Chuan reacted quickly and acted in time, catching the spirit scroll steadily with a palm strike, preventing it from being damaged again.

Jiang Chuan smiled at Ling Juan's disheveled appearance, but his eyes were filled with more doubt.

Waiting for its reply to explain exactly what happened.

Ling Juan took a few deep breaths and tried her best to explain: "This clone inherited my element of anger. It cannot understand peaceful solutions through communication and can only be subdued by force."

"So, what should we do?" Jiang Chuan asked.

"Jiang Chuan, we need a plan."

"First, we must find a way to weaken the power of these clone fonts."

"At least until they can pose a threat to us."

“I suggest we start by tracing the origins of these fonts.”

"Let's see if it's possible to disarm them through some kind of ritual or special incantation." "If that doesn't work, then we'll need to find other ways to restrict their actions."

Ling Juan spoke.

Jiang Chuan nodded upon hearing this, understanding that Ling Juan's words made sense.

Then he suggested an idea: "We can try using some ancient sealing techniques that can temporarily seal or weaken spirits. Perhaps we can find a seal that can target these characters."

Ling Juan's eyes lit up, and she said, "At the same time, we can take advantage of the characteristics of these fonts. Since they crave flesh, we can use this to design a trap. We can create a bait that looks like flesh to lure them closer, and then launch an attack."

Jiang Chuan frowned, considered the feasibility of the plan, and said, "This plan sounds good, but we must ensure that the bait is realistic enough, otherwise they may detect the trap. We also need to ensure that we can release the seal in time while they are being attracted, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

Lingjuan nodded, knowing that Jiang Chuan's concerns were not unfounded, but it also knew that they had to take action, and quickly.

It proposed a bold plan: "We can use Blue Thunder's abilities to create bait."

Jiang Chuan looked up, his gaze piercing through the dim sky, fixed on the lightning flashing with blue light.

These lightning bolts were not only the culprits that caused the Spirit Scroll clone to lose its mind, but also the source of the clone's energy.

They are like sharp swords in the sky, ready at any time to cut through all obstacles and purify all impurities.

Jiang Chuan suddenly reached out with his right hand to grab at the air, his movement swift and powerful, as if he were trying to catch a streak of light.

His finger traced an arc in the air, and a tense yet expectant atmosphere filled the air.

With a gesture, the Dragon Roar Sword silently appeared in his hand, its blade emitting a faint blue light that echoed the thunder in the sky, as if it were a tacit understanding between heaven and earth.

Jiang Chuan's body stepped into these blue lightning orbs.

The Dragon Roar Sword danced lightly in his hand, its blade slicing through the air with a crisp sound.

Each swing of Jiang Chuan's sword was accompanied by a streak of blue lightning, a manifestation of his primordial energy combined with the power of nature.

Since the Dragon Roar Sword came into contact with the Primordial Aura, it has been able to use the power of the surrounding aura for its own purposes. This power makes the sword energy sharper and more difficult to resist.

Ling Juan stood to the side, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy beginning to gather around her body, her eyes fixed on Jiang Chuan's every move.

Jiang Chuan is trying to transform the power of lightning into a controllable lure, but he must be prepared to deal with any unexpected events that might occur, such as the lightning going berserk and striking wildly.

As Jiang Chuan's sword strikes grew increasingly fierce, the blue lightning seemed to be drawn to his power as well.

They began to swirl around him, forming a swirling blue storm.

Jiang Chuan's body weaved through the storm, each sword strike precisely hitting the center of the storm, the collision of sword energy and lightning creating a dazzling curtain of light.

And those deep blue characters, each the size of a washbasin, sensed a certain connection.

He leaned straight toward Jiang Chuan.

Their movements were swift and fierce, as if they had been summoned by some irresistible force.

Jiang Chuan wielded the Dragon Roar Sword, its light like a rainbow, each swing carrying the power of thunder.

His figure moved through the storm, each sword strike accompanied by the roar of thunder, his goal being to guide the characters and make them a piece in his plan.

Guided by Jiang Chuan, the dark blue characters were gradually led towards the center of the storm.

Hidden there was a carefully prepared lure, a trap designed by Lingjuan and Jiangchuan to temporarily confuse and attract the fonts.

Just when they thought everything was under control...

Jiang Chuan witnessed a shocking scene.

Upon contact with the thunderstorm, the blue characters began to disintegrate, as if they had been crushed by the power of thunder.

But these breakdowns only lasted a few minutes before Jiang Chuan's eyes began to widen in astonishment.

Because these broken fonts actually started to organize themselves and form a giant font, "怼" (duì).

"Failed."

The spirit scroll floated beside Jiang Chuan, its voice filled with disappointment and helplessness, knowing that the words would soon retaliate.

Faced with this giant font that was gradually taking shape in the eye of the storm and could almost devour everything, we slammed it down.

Jiang Chuan's face turned ugly.

"We've done everything we could; now it's up to fate."

Jiang Chuan looked at the Dragon Roar Sword, knowing that it was their last hope and the master of their destiny.

After entering a berserk state, the character "怼" (duì) rapidly absorbs the thunderous power within the thunderstorm.

Its body expanded at an astonishing speed, becoming even more dazzling.

Then, with an unstoppable momentum, it rushed straight toward Jiang Chuan, as if it wanted to completely devour him.

At the same time, thunderclaps continued to sound in the air.

"Ling Juan, you should hide for now; a tough battle is coming."

Jiang Chuan's voice carried a hint of command, but he discovered that Ling Juan had already disappeared, her figure hidden away.

He shook his head with a wry smile, feeling a sense of relief at Ling Juan's cleverness.

After Jiang Chuan finished shaking his head, the Dragon Roar Sword emitted a deafening dragon roar.

The sound seemed to pierce through the clouds and strike straight to the heart.

As the Dragon Roar Sword vibrated, Jiang Chuan's weak aura instantly evaporated.

Instead, a powerful aura emerged, and a mysterious power began to gather around his body.

As the Dragon's Roar Sword roared, Jiang Chuan's body seemed to be infused with boundless power.

His breathing was synchronized with the sound of the sword, and each heartbeat was accompanied by the surge of sword energy.

The giant font, "怼" (duì), is now fully formed.

Its size almost filled the entire center of the storm, and a ghostly blue light shimmered on its surface, like fragments of stars fallen to earth.

Every stroke of its pen is full of destructive power, every breath is accompanied by the roar of thunder, and its very existence is a threat.

Jiang Chuan's sword tip pointed at the character "怼" (duì), his movements slow yet powerful, each swing containing unfathomable sword intent.

His swordsmanship was no longer a simple attack, but incorporated the principles of heaven and earth. Each sword strike seemed to pierce through the void and reach the very depths of the soul of the character "怼".

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan's sword tip drew a perfect arc in the air, its sword energy like a rainbow, striking directly at the vital point of the character "怼".

But Dui seemed to have anticipated this move; his body vanished just as the sword energy was about to strike, leaving behind only a phantom. (End of Chapter)