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

Ling Juan took a sip through the straw, closed her eyes, and began to guide her spiritual power to help the little guy better integrate into her body.

Its fingers gently traced lines in the air, each gesture precisely touching a corner of the little creature's soul, guiding its power to merge with its own spiritual energy.

Time flowed slowly under the guidance of the spirit scroll, and the whole world stood still.

Immersed in the process of fusion, Ling Juan was completely focused and dared not slacken in the slightest.

The success or failure at this moment is related to the little guy's future, and also to its own fate.

Finally, after taking a deep breath, Lingjuan felt a new power surging within her body.

The little guy's soul has completely merged with its own; they are no longer two separate individuals, but a single entity.

Ling Juan opened her eyes, sensed her strength, and found it to be late-stage Earth Rank.

"We succeeded."

Ling Juan said softly, her joy evident in her voice.

The little creature's consciousness stirred slightly within Ling Juan's body, its tiny hand gently grasping Ling Juan's fingers in response to her joy.

At this moment, they have become an indispensable part of each other's lives.

However, Ling Juan was not satisfied with this, knowing that the energy in the dantian of the lion spirit's body was the key to its strength improvement.

So it decided to make the energy in the lion spirit's dantian its own.

Then, Ling Juan took out several more straws and inserted them into the lion spirit's dantian. With the help of the abundant spiritual power in its body, it began to absorb and refine the energy in its dantian.

Outside, the battle between Jiangchuan and Lion Spirit continues fiercely.

Each collision was accompanied by a deafening sound, cracking the ground and sending dust flying.

The lion spirit noticed something was wrong and found that it became breathless every time it condensed and waved its power, as if it had kidney deficiency.

Its body was originally strong and powerful, but now it seemed to be weighed down by an invisible burden and unable to move.

He couldn't help but wonder why his strength had suddenly declined.
Its body, which was standing on the ground, trembled violently, and powerful spiritual energy surged within it as it searched for the cause.

Lion Spirit frowned, unable to understand why, after feeling so full of energy just moments before, it now felt as if all its strength had been drained.

"How awful! What did it do?"

The lion spirit's body trembled violently as it stood on the ground, and it asked Jiang Chuan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines.

Jiang Chuan stood in a corner of the void in the extremely quiet place, his figure appearing exceptionally calm amidst the clamor of the battle.

He looked at Lion Spirit, a cold smile playing on his lips, his voice calm yet full of sarcasm: "Nothing, just telling you to stop these meaningless actions as soon as possible."

Jiang Chuan's words revealed a sense of confidence, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of the battle.

Lion Spirit's anger burned within him, realizing that Jiang Chuan was telling the truth.

Ling Juan did indeed tamper with things in secret, but Lion Spirit couldn't understand how Ling Juan had done it.
The Lion Spirit didn't focus on the spirit scroll for long, but quickly controlled its body to move towards the altar in the most silent place.

There, it can use the power of the altar to escape into the void, at which point Jiang Chuan will have no way to deal with it.

Lion Spirit secretly rejoiced, thinking that as long as it could successfully escape into the void, it would have a chance to escape Jiang Chuan's pursuit.

The sudden disappearance of the lion spirit from in front of him did not attract much attention from Jiang Chuan.

He simply made a sweeping motion in front of him, and the Dragon Roar Sword appeared before him, its tip beginning to carve in the void.

Jiang Chuan's movements were skilled and swift, as he was already accustomed to this kind of battle.

In the blink of an eye, a passage leading to the altar opened, and Jiang Chuan slowly stepped into it.

As soon as the lion spirit stepped into the altar entrance, it used the mechanism at the cave entrance to seal it off.

It thought it was safe to stroll along the path to the altar.

What it didn't know was that Jiang Chuan was already waiting for it inside the altar.

During this time, Jiang Chuan ate a simple meal, and when the Lion Spirit saw Jiang Chuan eating above the altar, its eyes almost popped out of its head.

It cursed inwardly, regretting provoking Jiang Chuan if it could; being able to touch the buttocks of the goddess of Qing City truly showed his strength.

"What do you want?"

Lion Spirit knew Jiang Chuan wouldn't let it go, so it decided to negotiate a way out.

Jiang Chuan put down the food in his hand, slowly raised his head, and said with a deep look in his eyes: "What I want is very simple, to let the spirit scroll come out of your body."

"Are you kidding me? How can I control it if it can't come out?" The Lion Spirit shrugged helplessly.

Jiang Chuan did not answer, but simply waited quietly for the Lion Spirit's reaction.

Knowing the outcome wouldn't be good, Lion Spirit gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I agree, but you have to promise me that you'll let me leave the moment the Spirit Scroll appears."

Jiang Chuan was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "I promise you."

The lion spirit crouched on the ground and began to use an ancient secret technique that required immense brute force and willpower, and was even somewhat cruel, as it required the lion spirit to pull the spirit scroll out of its body by relieving itself.

The scene was so disgusting that Jiang Chuan could even smell the stench wafting over.

Lion Spirit's face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on its forehead, but its eyes were unusually firm.

It began to concentrate, guiding the spiritual energy within its body to a special acupoint, where the spirit scroll was hiding.

As the Lion Spirit gradually unleashed his secret techniques, the air inside the altar began to grow tense.

Jiang Chuan observed quietly, seeing such a secret technique for the first time.

Finally, as the Lion Spirit's secret technique reached its climax, a powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from its body. Immediately afterward, a blurry figure separated from the Lion Spirit's body and slowly emerged onto the altar.

It was a child-shaped object, about the size of a palm.

“Now, you can leave,” Jiang Chuan said.

Without hesitation, the lion spirit turned and rushed toward the entrance to the altar.

Jiang Chuan stood quietly in place, waiting for the arrival of the spirit scroll.

As the lion spirit's body touched each node of the altar, the ground began to tremble, and the entire space responded to its power.

Then suddenly unidentified flying objects appeared in the sky, spinning and emitting a piercing shriek that sent chills down one's spine.

"What's going on?" Ling Juan hovered beside Jiang Chuan. Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan frowned. He quickly observed the surrounding environment and made a swift judgment in his mind: "The Lion Spirit has activated the altar's magic, preparing to trap us here to die."

"Then let's get out of here quickly!" Ling Juan said anxiously.

"Too late!" The Lion Spirit's voice suddenly came from the altar, deep and powerful, coming from the abyss.

As the sound faded, the lion spirit's body gradually merged with the green liquid in the altar. When the liquid touched the lion spirit's skin, it began to emit a faint light.

The fused green liquid boiled in the scalding heat, then surged from the center of the altar, prostrated itself in the void, and transformed into a gigantic ghost face hundreds of feet tall.

The grotesque face has empty eyes and an upturned mouth, as if mocking impending death.

It exudes a chilling aura that sends shivers down one's spine, and the surrounding air seems to freeze.

"withdraw!"

Jiang Chuan grasped the spirit scroll in his palm, then turned the giant body of the Dragon Roar Sword back to its original size, which floated beneath his feet and became his means of transportation to escape from this place.

As soon as Jiang Chuan's feet touched the Dragon Roar Sword, his body vanished with a whoosh, instantly traveling a hundred meters away.

The figure streaked through the air like a shooting star, disappearing into the shadows of the altar.

The energy of the altar continued, and the rocks in the cave began to fall due to this energy, producing a deafening roar.

Jiang Chuan's fleeing figure weaved through the falling rocks, each dodge filled with peril.

"We're still some distance from the entrance we came in from," Ling Juan said in Jiang Chuan's hand, her eyes fixed on the green ghost face that the altar had transformed into. The ghost face was moving so fast that it seemed to be driven by some mysterious force.

Wherever the ghostly face passed, the ground began to crack, and green liquid meandered like venomous snakes. It did not simply fall to the ground, but transformed into a group of vengeful ghost-like creatures that launched a fierce attack on Jiang Chuan.

These vengeful spirits roared as their bodies transformed into clusters of green flames in the explosion, releasing suffocating poisonous gas.

After getting very close to Jiang Chuan, these vengeful ghosts began to detonate their bodies, instantly releasing enormous energy that made Jiang Chuan feel troubled.

Because the exploded object not only has powerful destructive force, but also leaves behind toxic fumes that make it impossible to breathe.

If Jiang Chuan hadn't already reached the Heavenly Rank, he probably would have been engulfed by this poisonous gas long ago.

He took a deep breath, summoned the Dragon Roar Sword to his side, and swung it down. The surrounding green poisonous gas instantly evaporated into nothingness in the face of the sword energy.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Chuan's figure rushed out of the altar cave like lightning, appearing in a corner above the altar.

Here, Jiang Chuan witnessed the apocalypse: the dark sky was collapsing, and meteorites of all sizes were falling from the sky, all controlled by the ghost face.

They came together and were cast into a giant stone man, and the ghostly face was the stone man's head, using its sinister eyes to command the stone man to advance towards the river.

With a single swing of its hand, the giant stone man shattered the sky, and the entire world trembled.

After his battle with the Lion Spirit, Jiang Chuan was not as strong as he had been at his peak. He seemed somewhat overwhelmed when facing the ghost-faced creatures that were several levels stronger than the Lion Spirit.

"I want to leave, and no living being can stop me!" Jiang Chuan roared, his voice booming like thunder, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The Dragon Roar Sword instantly transformed into a form even larger than a giant, and with a single slash, it cut the stone golem in half at the waist.

The enormous sword energy surged like a raging torrent, splitting the stone man in two. The massive body shattered in mid-air, turning into countless fragments that scattered across the ground.

The ghost face seized the opportunity to break free from the giant's control, but instead of escaping, it transformed into a green light and rushed straight towards Jiang Chuan.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chuan's eyes. He formed hand seals and commanded the Dragon Roar Sword. The sword emitted a dazzling light and slashed out, shattering the ghost face into pieces.

The shattered ghost face did not dissipate; instead, it reformed, as if it were immortal.

Its body twisted and deformed in the air, each change carrying a chilling eeriness.

At that moment, countless ghostly faces emerged from the altar. They were all different in shape, some like fierce ghosts and some like evil spirits. Each ghostly face emitted black energy, which made people shudder.

These grotesque faces laughed in unison, then their bodies rushed straight towards Jiang Chuan, intending to engulf him in the surging tide of ghosts.

Faced with such a large number of ghost faces, Jiang Chuan quickly turned and headed towards the exit of the Quiet Place. His steps were firm and swift, and each leap was incredibly precise, allowing him to avoid the onslaught of the ghost faces.

During this time, those extremely fast little devils were shattered by the dragon roar emanating from Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword just before they were about to touch his body.

The bodies of these little devils shattered in mid-air, turning into countless fragments, but they did not dissipate. Instead, they floated still in mid-air and then healed at an extremely fast speed, creating an endless nightmare.

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, each strike carrying the power to destroy everything. He knew that only by breaking out of this ghostly realm could he escape this endless entanglement.

Just as Jiang Chuan was about to rush out of the exit, a huge ghost face suddenly descended from the sky. Its body was much larger than the previous ghost face, and its eyes were flashing with green light. Being looked at by it would make one's body feel hot.

Jiang Chuan commanded the Dragon Roar Sword with his fingertips, which once again transformed into a bolt of lightning, piercing straight towards the giant ghost face.

The sword light flashed like a rainbow, instantly piercing the darkness and intertwining with the shadow of the ghost face in the air to create a breathtaking scene.

The swordplay and the power of the demonic face collided in mid-air, producing a loud sound—the prelude to the battle, foreshadowing the fierce confrontation to come.

"Let's go first."

After Jiang Chuan finished speaking to Ling Juan amidst the sword light, his body disappeared at the entrance of the Silent Land, leaving behind a blurry afterimage.

His figure quickly blended into the shadows of the exit, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never been there.

Back at the Qingyun Sect, Jiang Chuan turned around and waited for the return of the Dragon Roar Sword.

"Dragon's Roar Sword, return!" Jiang Chuan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon's Roar Sword from the extremely quiet place shot out and appeared in Jiang Chuan's sight.

Seeing the Dragon Roar Sword return, Jiang Chuan did not stop his hands from changing positions and began to use a secret technique to seal the entrance to the Silent Land.

His fingers traced lines rapidly in the air, and complex runes flew from his fingertips, quickly condensing at the entrance to form an invisible barrier.

During this time, Jiang Chuan saw a ghost face emerge from the sealed land.

After leaving the sealed area, these little devils poured into various parts of the Qingyun Sect.

Their figures flickered like ghosts, emitting chilling screams.

Jiang Chuan couldn't worry about any of that; he focused his mind on continuing to heal the entrance to the sealed land.

If the sealed land is completely destroyed, those ghost faces will flood into the Qingyun Sect like a tidal wave, bringing unimaginable disaster.

As Jiangchuan's secret technique was used, the entrance to the sealed land gradually healed.

His fingers danced in the air, each rune seemingly alive, slowly weaving intricate barriers according to Jiang Chuan's will. (End of Chapter)