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

"Boy, do you think fusion can be defeated so easily?"

The lion spirit's voice was filled with anger and defiance, and its eyes were blood red, as if they were about to spew flames.

It used all its spiritual power to try to forcibly repair the damaged areas.

However, the fire dragon's attacks were too fierce, and its repair speed could not keep up with the speed of destruction.

Black smoke billowed from the lion spirit's body, a sign of its depleted spiritual energy and pain.

Its body tumbled in the air, each attempt to repair itself accompanied by intense pain.

"Give me strength!"

The lion spirit's roar echoed across the battlefield, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Its hands moved rapidly in front of it, with invisible lines dancing between its fingers, and each movement was accompanied by a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy.

As the lion spirit chanted its incantation, a portrait slowly took shape in the air.

The figure in the picture is Qing Yinyan, the goddess of these mythical beasts.

The portrait of Qing Yinyan was exquisite, his features as if he were the purest radiance in the world.

A gentle smile played on her lips, conveying boundless care to them—a warmth that transcended words, inspiring longing in all who beheld it.

Under this magical temptation, the lion spirit, deer spirit, celestial dog spirit, and other creatures were all excited, their bodies steaming as they found a home for their souls.

Their eyes were filled with fervor, their bodies swelled with the surge of spiritual energy, and power flowed through their veins. They felt as if they had become invincible.

Jiang Chuan felt a sense of unease upon seeing this scene.

These spirit beasts actually used Qing Yinyan's portrait to forcibly increase their strength, which undoubtedly violated a taboo.

The portrait of Qing Yinyan contains sacred power and is a symbol of faith in the hearts of spirit beasts. To turn this faith into aggressive power is undoubtedly a desecration of this sacredness.

Under the infusion of this energy, the lion spirit's massive physique began to slowly heal its injured body.

Its scales gradually regained their luster, its broken bones regenerated, and that powerful force reshaped it back to its peak condition.

Nourished by spiritual energy, its body became even more powerful, capable of tearing apart any obstacle.

"You are truly despicable, resorting to such means to forcibly enhance your strength."

Ling Juan, perched on Jiang Chuan's shoulder, was extremely dissatisfied with the Lion Spirit's behavior.

With the help of Qing Yinyan's portrait, Lion Spirit successfully fused the spirit beasts of the Extreme Stillness into its own body. Its strength fluctuated wildly, like riding a roller coaster, until it reached the mid-stage of the Heavenly Rank.

This unstable force made it exceptionally dangerous in battle, which also worried Jiang Chuan.

"Despicable? What is despicable? I'm just turning what I believe in into power, is that wrong?" Lion Spirit retorted clearly and forcefully.

"Faith? How ridiculous."

Ling Juan stood on Jiang Chuan's shoulder, unable to understand why the Lion Spirit would so desecrate Qing Yin Yan's portrait.

In Ling Juan's view, Qing Yinyan is the goddess of these spirit beasts. Her existence symbolizes peace, justice, and power, and she is the most sacred being in the hearts of the spirit beasts.

“Don’t you understand? We spirit beasts are born to face brutal battles and the test of survival. Qing Yinyan’s portrait is our faith and the source of our power. Now we are facing an unprecedented crisis. If we don’t rely on this power, we may not even have a chance to survive.” The lion spirit’s eyes shone with a firm light.

Lingjuan was speechless. It looked at Shiling, its heart filled with mixed feelings.

Lion Spirit's words, though cruel, were the truth.

In this dog-eat-dog world, survival itself is a challenge, and faith and strength are sometimes the guarantee of survival.

"But that doesn't mean we can blaspheme the goddess."

Ling Juan ultimately stood her ground: "Qing Yinyan's portrait is sacred and pure. We should not use such methods to enhance our strength. This is not only an insult to the goddess, but also a betrayal of our own faith."

Jiang Chuan nodded slightly, agreeing with Ling Juan's words.

"You die!"

Amidst the lion spirit's roar, the circular magic circle beneath its feet instantly transformed into a majestic pagoda.

With a powerful stomp, the pagoda shot towards the spirit scroll like an arrow, carrying a destructive force.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan's heart tightened, and he immediately summoned the Dragon Roar Sword, his most trusted treasure. The sword was covered with mysterious runes and exuded a chilling aura.

With a flick of his wrist, the fire-attribute energy in the still place was absorbed by the Dragon Roar Sword, transforming into rolling waves of fiery sword energy that shot out, forming a dark purple light curtain that confronted the small tower formed by the magic array.

boom…

A deafening roar shook the entire world.

The fire wave collided with the pagoda, creating a violent explosion that scattered energy waves and tore apart the surrounding air.

“You must stay here today. The matter of blaspheming the goddess can only be known by our insiders. It cannot be known by outsiders. Only the dead can keep this secret.”

Lion Spirit's body transformed into a stream of light in the explosion, instantly traversing the void and disappearing from Jiang Chuan's sight.

In a moment, Jiang Chuan sensed the void behind him begin to distort, and the Lion Spirit's figure reappeared. This time, it was closer to Jiang Chuan, its eyes filled with killing intent.

"Jiang Chuan, take me inside."

Ling Juan's voice rang in Jiang Chuan's ears, urgent and firm.

When the Lion Spirit was closest to him, the Spirit Scroll knew it was the best time to enter the Lion Spirit's massive physique.

Although the Lion Spirit is powerful, Ling Juan, as Jiang Chuan's spirit beast companion, has a clone hidden within the Lion Spirit's body, and they have a special connection.

Through this connection, the Spirit Scroll can resonate with the Lion Spirit, thereby weakening its power and creating an opportunity for Jiang Chuan to win.

Jiang Chuan immediately absorbed the spirit scroll into his palm. His movements were swift and decisive, like performing a dunk on a basketball court. He suddenly straightened up, leaped over the lion spirit's head, and slammed the spirit scroll into the lion spirit's ear.

This attack not only allowed the spirit scroll to successfully enter the lion spirit's body, but also caused the lion spirit to experience a brief period of dizziness.

Taking this opportunity, Ling Juan entered the core of the Lion Spirit's interior without any hindrance.

Its body moved through the lion spirit's body, its little hands quickly forming hand seals, beginning to explore its mysteries.

Jiang Chuan, outside, hovered the Dragon Roar Sword in front of him, looking at the Lion Spirit with a determined gaze.

The Dragon Roar Sword gleamed coldly in his hand, its runes flashing amidst the raging energy of the still place, awaiting awakening.

Jiang Chuan said, "Although my strength is inferior to yours, my treasure is beyond your reach."

"Nonsense." As soon as Lion Spirit finished speaking, he sensed Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword absorbing the violent energy of the Extreme Stillness Land.

As energy was poured in, its body gradually grew larger under the influence of this force, and its aura became stronger and stronger.

The lion spirit's scales shimmered with energy, its eyes revealing doubt and even a hint of unease. It began to wonder if it had been too confident earlier.
The Dragon Roar Sword in Jiang Chuan's hand concealed some kind of powerful force, which made it feel pressured.

It once thought that with its own strength and Qing Yinyan's portrait, it was invincible in the Land of Extreme Stillness.

But now it realizes that it may have underestimated Jiang Chuan's strength.

The lion spirit's body swelled with energy, its breathing became heavy, and its voice was full of threat: "Do you think I'll give you time to gather your strength?"

As soon as it finished speaking, it launched the first attack. An incomparably powerful gust of wind swept in like a raging tide, rushing straight toward Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword, which was suspended in the air.

Sensing danger, the Dragon Roar Sword abruptly changed its form, unleashing an incomparably sharp aura that blocked the Lion Spirit's attack.

The two confronted each other in the air, evenly matched for a time, and at this moment, the Dragon Roar Sword had evolved to be close to the Lion Spirit's enormous physique.

Jiang Chuan stood in a corner of the void in the extremely quiet place, making a hand seal with one hand.

As his hand moved, the Dragon Roar Sword appeared in his wake.

Jiang Chuan's will is the will of the sword.

In the dark and gloomy sky, the Lion Spirit and the Dragon Roar Sword, who were originally evenly matched, suddenly began to advance, the latter's sword momentum like a rainbow, aiming directly at the Lion Spirit's vitals.

"Stop!"

Lion Spirit amplified the energy shield formed by his hands, and under the impact of the Dragon Roar Sword, the shield began to emit a sound like shattering glass.

The Lion Spirit was no ordinary creature; with its roar, the shattered shields began to slowly heal, as if they were alive.

Jiang Chuan saw this scene and only smiled faintly, but this smile was revealed in the eyes of the lion spirit, making it feel displeased.

What are you so smug about?

Lion Spirit's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, as if blood vessels were about to burst forth.

"Now is the time!"

Jiang Chuan said softly, and while the Lion Spirit was distracted, the Dragon Roar Sword began to exert its powerful aura. The shields that made the Lion Spirit feel safe collapsed instantly, and the giant sword came straight at him.

boom…

The Dragon Roar Sword clashed head-on with the Lion Spirit's body. Although it only had the strength of the mid-stage Heaven Rank and was slightly lacking in the use of its aura, its defensive capabilities were astonishing.

It can be understood as a defensive, tank-type spirit beast, good at defense rather than offense.

"I'm just asking you, am I strong or not?"

Lion Spirit patted the spot where the Dragon Roar Sword's attack had failed, and boasted to Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan simply shook his head upon hearing this. This arrogant and conceited fellow was destined to suffer.

Having failed in its first attack, the Dragon Roar Sword swung out again, forcefully cleaving the Lion Spirit from the sky to the ground.

Its body followed the lion spirit to the ground, and it continued to swing its sword, all of which was under Jiang Chuan's control.

The Dragon Roar Sword is an extension of the river, and its actions can be controlled by the mind.

The lion spirit was struck by the Dragon Roar Sword, its body rolling on the ground. It roared angrily, but Jiang Chuan's offensive did not stop.

Under Jiang Chuan's control, the Dragon Roar Sword was like a surging dragon, constantly launching attacks on the Lion Spirit.

Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a whooshing sound, and each impact made the Lion Spirit's shield teeter on the brink of collapse.

Jiang Chuan stood in the void, a playful smile playing on his lips, his eyes revealing ease and pleasure.

Meanwhile, within the Lion Spirit's body, the Spirit Scroll began its exploration journey.

It carefully flew to the side of the lion spirit's dantian, where a golden liquid was slowly flowing, like a golden river, radiating a mysterious light.

Beside the golden liquid, Ling Juan saw a pensive little creature whose appearance was strikingly similar to Ling Juan's; it must be the clone that Ling Juan had been searching for.

"Wake up, wake up."

Lingjuan flapped its little wings and flew to the sleeping little creature's side. It gently stroked the little creature's face with its little hands, its voice full of concern and anxiety.

Soon the little guy slowly opened his heavy eyes, and when he saw the spirit scroll, tears of emotion welled up in his eyes.

"You finally found me! I thought I'd never see you again!"

The little guy excitedly hugged Lingjuan's body and began to recount how it had avoided the Lion Spirit's refining baptism during this time.

Lingjuan listened quietly, her heart filled with guilt and self-reproach.

If it weren't for my negligence, the little guy wouldn't have suffered so much.

It gently patted the little guy's back and comforted him, "Don't worry, from now on we're together. I will use my strength to protect you and will never let you get hurt again."

Upon hearing Ling Juan's words, the little one's fear and unease gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of warmth and security.

"Do you crave my body? Come on."

Lingjuan gently stretched out her arms, her eyes filled with invitation and acceptance.

Upon hearing this, the little one wiped away the tears on its face, then its body transformed into a streak of light and gracefully slipped into Ling Juan's embrace.

Its body slowly merged into the spirit scroll's body.

As the little guy entered her body, Ling Juan felt a burning sensation all over her body. This was an uncomfortable period that occurred during the fusion process, and each fusion was different, this time being no exception.

Although the fusion process is painful, for Ling Juan, it is an essential path to enhance her own power.

In order to have enough physical strength to complete the transformation after fusion.

Ling Juan walked to the side of the Lion Spirit's dantian, where a golden liquid was slowly flowing, like a golden river, radiating a mysterious light.

It took out a thin straw from its spatial ring and carefully inserted it into its dantian.

These golden liquids are a great tonic for spirit scrolls that are spiritual entities, greatly enhancing their spiritual power.

After finishing, Ling Juan took two big gulps to replenish her energy.

Its movements are skillful and swift; it has become accustomed to this way of absorbing energy.

As the spirit scroll was absorbed, the golden liquid flowed through its body, making it gradually feel lighter and its spiritual power continuously increased.

Its breathing gradually became steady, and its body began to undergo subtle changes under the nourishment of the golden liquid. Its skin became smoother, and spiritual energy flowed through its meridians, bringing waves of warmth. It felt as if its soul resonated with the golden liquid, a feeling it had never experienced before.

The little creature slept peacefully within the Spirit Scroll's body, its soul undergoing a fusion with the Spirit Scroll—a profound union, not only physical but also at the level of the soul.

The spirit scroll carefully guarded it, fearing any mishap. (End of Chapter)