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

While Moli and Fodu were casting their spells, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan had already set off.

They left the Qingyun Sect and embarked on a journey to find the mysterious materials that could repair the Dragon Roar Sword and the Danqing Sword.

These two swords, once their pride, are now broken and dilapidated due to the erosion of time.

In order to restore their former glory, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan embarked on this journey full of unknowns and dangers without hesitation.

After several days of arduous searching, they found no useful materials.

During this time, Ling Juan's body had merged with her clone, and her strength had reached a terrifying level, so much so that even Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan could not see her clearly.

They all knew that although the Spirit Scroll was powerful, it could not harm others and could only be used for defense.

“You will not find anything by searching blindly like this.” Ling Juan’s voice echoed in the silent valley.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan exchanged a glance, both seeing a trace of weariness in each other's eyes. They knew that Ling Juan's words were not without reason; they had been searching the enclosed space for several days, but still had found nothing.

Perhaps they really need to change their search strategy.

"Lingjuan, what do you think we should do?" Jiang Chuan asked, his eyes darting back and forth between Lingjuan and Qing Yinyan.

Ling Juan remained silent for a moment, her eyes deep as an ancient well, as if recalling some distant past. She gently tapped her chin with her fingers, pondering how to express her thoughts in the most appropriate language.

“In this enclosed space, we are like blind men touching an elephant, bumping into walls everywhere.” Ling Juan finally spoke: “But I know that this space is not without secrets. In its eastern part, there is a mysterious place called Sword Land, which is said to be a holy land for sword practitioners, where the wisdom and sword intent of countless sword cultivators are gathered.”

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan exchanged a glance. Although they had heard of the Sword Land, they never thought they would find its traces in this enclosed space.

"Sword Land?" Qing Yinyan asked疑惑地, "What kind of place is that? How do we find it?"

Ling Juan smiled, a hint of confidence in her smile: "The Sword Land is located in the eastern part of the enclosed space. There is an ancient forest there, and deep in the forest is a mountain surrounded by sword energy. The summit of the mountain is where the Sword Land is located. As for how to find it, we need to rely on intuition and sword intent."

Jiang Chuan nodded, understanding the profound meaning behind Ling Juan's words. They needed to let go of their distracting thoughts and focus on sensing the sword intent within this space in order to find the mountain hidden within the sword energy.

He took a deep breath, merging his mind with the intent of the sword.

“Then let’s begin now.” Jiang Chuan stood up.

Qing Yinyan also stood up, holding the Danqing Sword in her hand. The sword trembled slightly, responding to Jiang Chuan's determination.

Just then, a surprising scene unfolded.

Qing Yinyan's Danqing Sword left her hand and, guided by some unseen force, slowly crouched in mid-air and drifted away in a certain direction.

The sword traced a graceful arc, and the direction its tip pointed seemed to be the location of the sword they were looking for.

At the same time, Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword also made the same move.

It broke free from Jiang Chuan's hand, also drawing an arc in the air, perfectly aligning with the trajectory of the Danqing Sword.

The two swords met in mid-air, producing a crisp resonance, as if confirming each other's choice.

This scene moved all three people present.

They felt an unprecedented tacit understanding; their swords were not merely weapons, but extensions of their souls.

This is the harmony between the sword and the heart, the resonance between the sword's intent and space, a communication that transcends words.

They remained silent, but they all understood that at this moment, they were closer to the Sword Land, and the mysterious mountain was right before them, awaiting their arrival.

As they ventured deeper into the eastern part of the enclosed space, the sword energy around them grew increasingly intense, guided by an invisible sword intent.

This sword energy is no ordinary thing; it contains profound essence of swordsmanship, inspiring awe in all who behold it.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan quickened their pace involuntarily, their heartbeats accelerating with the surge of sword energy, responding to this powerful force.

"Look, there are people ahead." Ling Juan, about the size of a palm, stood on Jiang Chuan's shoulder and looked into the distance.

Surrounded by sword energy, they discovered a swordsman standing there.

He was a sword cultivator with a tall and upright posture and an extraordinary temperament. His sword emitted a faint cold light, which complemented the surrounding sword energy.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the swordsman.

Ling Juan's voice echoed among the three, like a spring breeze across a lake: "He seems to be waiting for us. I wonder if he is the guardian of the Sword Land. Perhaps he already knew our intentions and is just testing our sincerity and sword heart in this way."

The swordsman's gaze was sharp, able to see through the hearts of the three men. His eyes were deep and calm, able to see through everything. He slowly raised his hand, and with a gentle flick of his sword, the tip pointed in their direction.

This simple gesture was full of authority and power, signaling that he had noticed their arrival.

"I heard that there are materials in the Sword Land that can repair swords, so I came to look for them." Jiang Chuan stepped forward with a hint of respect, looking directly at the swordsman, neither humble nor arrogant, showing his demeanor as a sword cultivator.

"Repair?" The swordsman smiled slightly, a hint of vicissitude in his smile. "The sword is the soul of a swordsman. Once damaged, repairing it is no small matter. Why do you want to repair your swords? Is it to pursue a higher level of swordsmanship, or to protect something important?"

Jiang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine, realizing the deeper meaning behind the swordsman's words.

He slowly replied, “The sword is our companion, our faith. We repair it so that it can accompany us further, to protect everything we cherish. Sword Land is the sacred place in the hearts of us sword cultivators; we hope to receive guidance and help from there.” A flash of anger crossed the swordsman’s eyes, his voice low and powerful: “Companions? If they are your companions, why allow them to be damaged? The way of sword cultivation emphasizes harmony with the sword, the unity of mind and sword. Isn’t the damage to your swords a manifestation of your wavering sword heart and impure swordsmanship?”

Jiang Chuan did not back down, his eyes were firm: "A weak sword heart and impure swordsmanship may be due to our lack of cultivation, but the damage to the sword is sometimes also the will of heaven. We cannot predict the future, but we can choose how to face it. Repairing the sword is not a disrespect to the sword, but a respect for the way of the sword. We hope that through repair, the sword can regain its due sharpness and continue to guide us on the path of the sword."

The swordsman fell silent upon hearing this, his gaze lingering on Jiang Chuan for a moment before he finally found a hint of wavering in the young swordsman.

His fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword, feeling its weight and temperature.

In silence, he pondered Jiang Chuan's words. The firmness and persistence revealed in those words resonated with him in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

Finally, the swordsman slowly spoke: "I have sensed your intentions. The path of the sword is a path full of challenges and trials. Since you are filled with awe and willing to face your shortcomings, then I will tell you that the entrance to the Sword Land is in that place where sword energy gathers. However, whether you can enter depends on whether your sword hearts are truly firm."

As soon as he finished speaking, the void in front of Jiang Chuan, Qing Yinyan, and Ling Juan began to distort, as if a rift in time was slowly opening.

An invisible pressure surged from all directions, making them feel that even breathing became heavy.

With a soft shout from the swordsman, the distortion in the void before him intensified, and an ancient gate slowly emerged from the void.

It was a door woven from countless sword blades, each blade gleaming with a cold light, ready to pierce through any obstacle at any moment.

The door was covered with intricate runes, which shimmered in the dim light and exuded a mysterious and ancient power.

Jiang Chuan, Qing Yinyan, and Ling Juan exchanged a glance, then took firm steps toward the ancient gate.

As they approached, the blades on the door trembled slightly, as if welcoming their arrival.

As soon as Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's bodies touched the light barrier of the gate, their weapons, the Dragon Roar Sword and the Danqing Sword, uncontrollably appeared in the air and rushed straight towards the top of the gate.

The two swords streaked through the air, emitting a deep hum, and intertwined with the ancient blades, creating a strange and wondrous scene.

"What's going on?" Qing Yinyan frowned, her eyes filled with doubt and surprise. She hadn't expected her swords to fly out on their own at this moment, and she hadn't expected them to resonate so strongly with those ancient blades.

Jiang Chuan also seemed somewhat surprised, but he quickly regained his composure and guessed that this might be a test from the Sword Ground, a test of a sword cultivator's temperament and swordsmanship. He drew complex sword gestures in the air with both hands, guiding the Dragon Roar Sword back to his control.

"Qing Yinyan, steady your sword!" Jiang Chuan said.

Qing Yinyan nodded and began to try to guide the Danqing Sword with her sword intent. Her fingers gently slid across the air, engaging in a silent dialogue with the sword.

Just then, Ling Juan suddenly spoke up: "This is the trial of the Sword Ground. Only through the fusion of swords can you prove whether your sword heart is firm and whether your swordsmanship is proficient."

Jiang Chuan had heard of the term "Sword Heart," but only from ancient legends of sword cultivators. He had never actually cultivated Sword Heart, and his heart was filled with awe and curiosity about this legendary realm.

Sword Heart is said to be an unfathomable realm, a product of sword cultivators achieving a high degree of harmony between sword and heart through long-term training and tempering.

"Kenshin?"

Jiang Chuan frowned slightly. "I have never cultivated Sword Heart, so how am I supposed to do this?"

Seeing this, Ling Juan sighed softly. Jiang Chuan's confusion was not an isolated case. Many young sword cultivators felt at a loss when faced with a level like Sword Heart. She decided to patiently explain, hoping to point Jiang Chuan in the right direction.

"Kenshin is not only the ultimate swordsmanship, but also a reflection of your inner world."

The spirit scroll slowly said, "It requires sword cultivators to have not only sword skills, but also a firm will, keen insight, and extraordinary wisdom. To cultivate the sword heart, you need to cultivate your character while practicing sword skills."

As Jiang Chuan listened to Ling Juan's words, his mind gradually became clear. He began to realize that sword heart was not simply a matter of swordsmanship skills, but a product of the combination of swordsmanship and temperament. What he needed to do was not only to improve his swordsmanship, but also to cultivate his inner self.

"So, how exactly should one cultivate the Sword Heart?" Jiang Chuan pressed.

Ling Juan pondered for a moment, then said, "To cultivate the sword heart, you must first be single-minded and focus on the practice of swordsmanship. In every swing of the sword and every move, you must use your heart to feel the trajectory of the sword and listen to the sound of the sword. With the accumulation of time, your swordsmanship will become more and more proficient, and your heart will gradually become one with the sword."

“In addition, you can also cultivate your mind through meditation and sitting quietly,” Ling Juan continued. “In meditation, you can eliminate distracting thoughts and allow your mind to reach a state of emptiness. This kind of cultivation can help you better understand the way of the sword and better comprehend the sword’s heart.”

As Jiang Chuan listened to Ling Juan's guidance, he gradually gained a sense of direction.

Just as Ling Juan finished speaking, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's bodies shot up like lightning, reaching the top of the gate.

Their figures traced a graceful arc in the air, creating a wondrous exchange with the ancient blades.

The blade trembled gently in the breeze, as if responding to their arrival, or guiding them into an unknown realm.

As their bodies touched the light barrier of the gate, the Dragon Roar Sword and the Crimson Sword drew streaks of light in the air, rushing straight up to the top of the gate and intertwining with those ancient blades.

The blades emitted a low rumble, a silent dialogue, and Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan found a wonderful balance in this symphony of blades.

Immediately afterwards, the two suddenly stopped moving, their bodies frozen in mid-air, and then slowly descended, finally sitting cross-legged in the void. A faint layer of sword energy permeated their bodies, merging with the surrounding air, indicating that they had reached a certain tacit understanding with this space.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan closed their eyes, their breathing became slow and even, and they were immersed in a state of tranquility. Their minds began to merge with the sword energy, and their consciousness, guided by the sword energy, slowly penetrated into the depths of the sword path.

At this moment, their bodies were no longer mere mortal shells, but had become the embodiment of swords. Their heartbeats merged with the sword's cry, their breaths synchronized with the sword's energy, and their consciousness was connected with the sword's intent. With each breath and each heartbeat, guided by the way of the sword, they cultivated a realm called Sword Heart.

The surrounding space fell silent, with only the sound of swords clashing against each other echoing in the air. (End of Chapter)