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

Those who had left were unwilling to give up. They had thought the battle was over, but seeing that Qing Yinyan was still able to withstand Jiang Chuan's attacks, their curiosity was ignited, and they decided to return to find out more.

The spectators returned to the battlefield, their figures weaving through the air like a swarm of bees around a flowerbed.

Their eyes were fixed on Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan, anticipating the exciting showdown to come.

Under the pressure of Jiang Chuan's palm, Qing Yinyan's Five Elements Barrier began to crack, like a beautiful jade pendant being slashed by a merciless blade, scattering fragments everywhere.

Her face turned as pale as paper, clearly indicating that she had consumed a large amount of spiritual energy.

If she couldn't break through at this crucial moment, she would face the fate of being completely defeated by Jiang Chuan. Her heart was filled with resentment, but reality was so cruel that she couldn't turn back.

Just then, Jiang Chuan's palm suddenly stopped moving forward, and time seemed to freeze.

Qing Yinyan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Then Jiang Chuan's palm changed shape, transforming into a flick of his finger, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, heading straight for Qing Yinyan.

This seemingly casual move actually contained Jiang Chuan's profound inner strength.

With a whooshing sound, it instantly pierced through Qing Yinyan's Five Elements Barrier and struck her directly in the chest.

The powerful energy found a breakthrough the moment it touched Qing Yinyan's delicate body, transforming into a palm-sized hand that appeared faintly on her body.

The moment these palms pressed lightly against Qing Yinyan's skin, they brought a sharp, piercing pain, causing the audience to gasp in shock.

"Jiang Chuan did it!"

Someone in the crowd shouted this sentence excitedly.

They knew that the only way to win over Qing City's goddess, Qing Yinyan, was to defeat her in this way.

And Jiang Chuan did indeed do it.

His attack not only broke through Qing Yinyan's defenses, but also put her delicate body under unprecedented pressure.

Jiang Chuan himself was unaware that the method he adopted was actually just a coincidence.

"Haha..." Jiang Chuan smiled, knowing he had won.

Not long after his laughter subsided, a black, face-shaped object emerged from the void—some kind of mysterious curse—and darted into the top of his head as he gloated.

This sudden turn of events stunned Jiang Chuan, and his laughter abruptly stopped.

At this moment, Jiang Chuan shook his head, rolled his eyes, and heard the sound of mechanical rotation coming from his head—a feeling he had never experienced before.

He felt a sharp headache, as if countless tiny needles were pricking his brain. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, making him want to sleep, but the intense pain prevented him from closing his eyes.

"How is this going?"

Jiang Chuan's consciousness began to blur. He tried to sit up, but found that his body was firmly bound by an invisible force and he could not move. A strange sound echoed in his ears. It was a mechanical awakening prompt that he had never heard before. It was a call from another world.

"What has awakened?"

Jiang Chuan muttered to himself, his consciousness beginning to blur. He felt his body being controlled by some kind of force, which seemed to originate from the top of his head and was gradually eroding his consciousness.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he felt his consciousness fading away, about to enter an unknown dream.

In this dream, he heard a mechanical voice whisper: "Memories have awakened!"

Jiang Chuan's consciousness completely disappeared into darkness. His body floated limply in the air, his limbs hanging limply, like a lifeless shell.

"Look! Black energy is surging around Jiang Chuan's body! This black energy?!"

Some people didn't recognize what the black energy was at first, and excitedly pointed at Jiang Chuan, their voices filled with terror.

During her rest, Qing Yinyan had freed Jiang Chuan from his restraints. Looking at Jiang Chuan, a hint of worry appeared in her eyes. She knew that the power contained within Jiang Chuan was the power of darkness, a power that represented evil and destruction, and was the work of the Ghost Face Plague.

When everyone realized what was happening, Jiang Chuan's body twisted like a zombie, his skin began to turn pale, and the black energy in his blood vessels snaked and crawled like a venomous snake.

Then his empty eyes suddenly snapped open, revealing a chillingly fierce light as he scanned everyone around him.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile, giving the impression that Jiang Chuan intended to devour them one by one.

Fear spread through the crowd, and everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

“You… are all my prey.”

Jiang Chuan's ferocious face showed a licking motion, a beastly desire that sent chills down one's spine, completely engulfing one in the power of darkness.

At this moment, the entire battlefield froze, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Chuan.

They saw a completely different Jiang Chuan, a person utterly changed by the Ghost Face Plague.

No one knew what would happen next, but a tense and uneasy atmosphere filled the air.

Jiang Chuan quickly provided his answer.

His figure was like a ghost, appearing instantly in front of an old man with profound cultivation.

With a simple lift of his hand, he brought the old man's neck to his palm.

The old man instantly lost the ability to resist. His legs twitched weakly, and his eyes were filled with fear and pleading, wanting Jiang Chuan to forgive him.

"No...don't...kill...me..."

The old man foamed at the mouth and struggled in Jiang Chuan's palm, but to no avail; his life force was slipping away.

Qing Yinyan regulated his breathing and appeared beside Jiang Chuan.

At this point, both she and Jiang Chuan had returned to their normal human forms.

With a wave of her small hand, a soft light shot out from her palm, breaking Jiang Chuan's throat lock and saving the old man.

After being rescued, the old man didn't even have time to express his gratitude. He fled the scene like a wild horse, his heart filled with a longing for life and a fear of death.

He moved swiftly, disappearing into the crowd almost instantly.

Qing Yinyan looked at Jiang Chuan with her brows furrowed. She knew that the dark power within Jiang Chuan was not easily dispelled. It was an evil originating from the depths of his soul, like an invisible chain that tightly bound Jiang Chuan's will.

But she also understood that she couldn't stand idly by and had to find a way to help Jiang Chuan regain his former sense of justice and kindness.

She took a deep breath, preparing to act again to try and stabilize Jiang Chuan's mind and body.

She gently raised her hand, and a soft light condensed in her palm—the purifying power she had cultivated for many years. She believed this power could dispel the darkness within Jiang Chuan. Feeling the soft light within his body, Jiang Chuan simply smiled, looked at Qing Yinyan, and said in a low, mocking voice, "An ant trying to shake a tree."

As Jiang Chuan finished speaking, a black sonic wave attack was unleashed from his mouth, like a black snake, and immediately struck Qing Yinyan's gentle purification light barrier.

The two forces met in mid-air and instantly erupted into a fierce collision.

boom!
With a loud bang, Qing Yinyan's body was blasted away by the black sonic wave. Fortunately, there were no obstacles in the sky, so Qing Yinyan was not injured a second time.

Her body tumbled through the air several times before finally landing steadily on the ground, her face pale, clearly having suffered a significant impact.

Those who witnessed this gasped in astonishment, almost inhaling all the air in the area.

They were all incredibly shocked. Qing Yinyan, who had been fighting Jiang Chuan to a standstill just moments before, was now unable to even catch a breath from Jiang Chuan.

"Jiang Chuan is indeed strong after his memories have been restored!"

Some people were shocked and said that they could not imagine that Jiang Chuan could recover his strength so quickly after obtaining the power of the Ghost Face Plague, and even surpass his former self.

Qing Yinyan stood tall in the void. The attack just now made her realize that Jiang Chuan's power had exceeded her imagination. If there was no way to deal with it, they would all die at the hands of the dark Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan stood on a cloud, seemingly enjoying the moment, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference. To him, all of this was just a game; he had his own plans and was simply waiting for the right opportunity.

"Form the Goddess Formation!"

Qing Yinyan shouted to the onlookers, explaining that he understood these ghostly plagues needed to be suppressed, otherwise Qing City would suffer.

The great formation at this time was created by the first goddess of Qing City, and its sealing power is extremely strong. It can only be used when dark power appears in Qing City.

This is an ancient ritual that requires the combined strength and faith of many people to sustain it.

Qing Yinyan stood in the center of the magic circle, and her clothes and damaged skin began to slowly heal under the light of the magic circle.

As a goddess, she was very familiar with this ritual.

As Qing Yinyan finished speaking, his fans were teleported from the void to sit cross-legged in his magic circle. Some of them were nervous, while others were excited.

As more and more people entered the magic circle, its power grew stronger and stronger.

A powerful energy gathered within the magic circle, forming an invisible fortress, ready to meet the impending challenge.

Jiang Chuan remained calm in the face of this situation. Standing on the cloud, his eyes were sharp as he observed the changes in the magic array and also Qing Yinyan.

“Jiang Chuan, if you cannot awaken from the memories of the Ghost Face Plague, then I have no choice but to sacrifice you.”

Qing Yinyan's voice echoed in Jiang Chuan's ears.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan was momentarily stunned.

It was a moment of distraction, and time seemed to freeze in that instant.

That was Jiang Chuan's true intention. He didn't actually want to die; he had a desire to live and a longing for the future.

He couldn't control himself; the dark force was like an invisible rope, binding him tightly and preventing him from breaking free.

His eyes were filled with pain, the most genuine feeling deep within his heart. He wanted to break free, to find the brave and righteous self he once was, but reality was so cruel that he found himself trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.

"me…"

Jiang Chuan wanted to say something, but something blocked his throat, and his voice became hoarse and weak, silently crying out, "No, I don't want this."

"Do it!"

Qing Yinyan's voice echoed in the air without the slightest hesitation.

The magic array formed by the power of Qing City fans began to operate, creating a huge energy vortex that distorted the surrounding air.

In the center of the magic circle, Qing Yinyan's figure appeared even more resolute, his hands rapidly forming hand seals in the air, each gesture accompanied by dazzling light.

As Qing Yinyan finished speaking, more than a dozen chains emerged from the edge of the magic array. These chains were no ordinary objects; they were formed from the pure energy of heaven and earth and emitted a faint glow.

The chains extended rapidly, coiling around Jiang Chuan's arms and legs like venomous snakes.

Jiang Chuan's body was firmly locked by the magic circle, his movements became stiff, and he was unable to move.

The chains bound him tightly, intending to keep him in place and prevent him from escaping.

"Wait! There's still hope!"

Jiang Chuan's hoarse voice echoed in the air, though weak, it was filled with an undeniable firmness.

The magic array chains were slowly stretching inward, and with each stretch, Jiang Chuan's body was brought closer to the center of the magic array.

Qing Yinyan stood outside the magic array, her Danqing Sword ready, its blade radiating a cold light, its tip pointing towards Jiang Chuan.

Once Jiang Chuan's body reaches the center of the magic circle, the Danqing Sword, which is suspended above the center of the magic circle, will fall down, and Jiang Chuan's head will also fall to the ground.

"Jiang Chuan, can you really pull through?" Qing Yinyan asked tentatively.

Jiang Chuan wanted to answer, but his eyes immediately became empty. His soul had been devoured by that dark power, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. His muscles were tense, and he was about to be dragged into the abyss by that power at any moment.

Seeing Jiang Chuan in such a state, the Dragon Roar Sword, hovering in a corner of the sky, felt a strong urge to protect him.

It sensed Jiang Chuan's crisis and began to use its own consciousness to help him out.

The Dragon Roar Sword drew a graceful arc in the air, its blade radiating a dazzling light. Its sword energy was like a rainbow, frantically slashing at the chains binding Jiang Chuan.

Each time the sword slashed through, the chains made a piercing snapping sound.

With each swing of the Dragon Roar Sword, the magic array held by Qing Yinyan would tremble.

The originally stable structure of the magic array began to crack under the attack of the Dragon Roar Sword. The runes on the edge of the magic array began to blur, and some runes even went out. The power of the magic array weakened sharply.

Seeing this, Qing Yinyan's heart tightened. He knew that if the magic array completely collapsed, Jiang Chuan would no longer be able to be restrained, and the power of the Ghost Face Plague would be completely out of control, with unimaginable consequences.

She immediately adjusted the magic array to stabilize the situation and discovered that cracks would appear on the surface of the Dragon Roar Sword with each swing. The cracked fragments turned into invisible energy that penetrated into Jiang Chuan's crown chakra, battling against the dark forces.

"Dragon's Roar Sword, how long can you last?" Qing Yinyan asked.

The Dragon's Roar Sword did not answer, but its firm blade and constant swinging motion were enough to express its determination.

It knew it had to protect Jiangchuan until the very last moment. (End of Chapter)