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

A calm smile gradually appeared on Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's faces, their eyes revealing a tranquility that transcended worldly concerns.

This moment of training is of great significance to them; it is not only a honing of their swordsmanship but also a purification of their character.

Time passed quietly during their cultivation, yet they seemed to be in an eternal world.

At a certain moment, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan opened their eyes at the same time. Their eyes shone with wisdom, and the sword energy around their bodies became even more intense. Their sword hearts had been cultivated to a high level and were about to usher in a new leap.

"The seeds of sword heart that have just been cultivated in your hearts need to be nurtured slowly and cannot be rushed," Ling Juan said, appearing beside Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan snapped out of their meditation, their bodies hovering in mid-air as they looked at the gate formed by the sword blade organization ahead. They discovered that a passage had been opened within it, a gateway to an unknown world.

They nodded to each other and then went inside together.

Once inside the Sword Land, all the living beings here are related to swords and blades, and they come in all shapes and sizes.

Some creatures have bodies shaped like swords, with blades extending from their bodies, gleaming with a cold light.

Some creatures are like flowing sword energy, invisible and formless, yet they can condense into sharp sword light in an instant.

They sat cross-legged or practiced swordsmanship, each immersed in the cultivation of swordsmanship.

"If you want to repair your damaged Noble Phantasms, you need to defeat these blades that have become sentient and protected."

Ling Juan pointed to the sword blades that looked like wandering ghosts. The skin of these sword blades carried the aura of the previous generation's wielder, clearly indicating that they were not ordinary. One must be careful if one wants to defeat them.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan's heart stirred, realizing that what Ling Juan said was true.

These swords are not only incredibly sharp, but also possess powerful intelligence. They guard this sword land and the inheritance of the sword way. He took a deep breath and commanded the Dragon Roar Sword beside him to confront the weaker swords.

boom…

With a loud bang, the Dragon Roar Sword collided with the blade, the blade emitted a piercing shriek, and sword energy overflowed, shaking the entire sword ground.

Qing Yinyan also joined the battle. Her swordsmanship was fierce, and her sword light was like lightning, instantly cutting the surrounding sword blades into countless fragments.

The two moved through the sword field, each swing of their swords accompanied by the shattering of blades and the explosion of sword energy. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the sword light, embodying the way of the sword and becoming one with this world.

Fragments of the sword danced in the air like shattered stars, each piece imbued with the spiritual energy and sword intent of the land.

Whenever a sword blade breaks, the fragments transform into metallic materials to repair Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's treasures.

These metallic materials are not ordinary metals, but rare ores hidden deep within the Sword Land. After being baptized by sword energy, they have become extremely hard and contain the power of the sword path.

These metal fragments drifted through the air like sprites, eventually coalescing into tiny metal threads that slowly wrapped around the broken blades of Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's swords.

Their broken sword blades are being repaired little by little, a slow and magical process.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's swords were already scarred from long battles, with some parts even broken. The nicks and cracks on the blades were like marks of time, recording their countless life-and-death struggles.

With the repair provided by these metal wires, the cracks on the blade gradually healed, and the broken parts began to regrow, as if life was blossoming on the blade.

"What is this?" Jiang Chuan looked at his glowing Dragon Roar Sword, his eyes filled with surprise.

He had never seen such a miraculous repair process before. The metal wires on the blade were living things, able to sense the damage to the blade and repair themselves automatically.

"This is a unique spiritual energy of the Sword Land, which can only be absorbed by magical artifacts," the spirit scroll said.

After absorbing this spiritual energy, Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword became even more dazzling, and the cracks on the blade healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The nicks on the blade were gradually filled in, the blade regained its original smooth lines, and the tip of the sword once again emitted a sharp, cold light.

"Look, the patterns on the blade are clearer now, and this spiritual energy can also enhance the blade's sharpness." Qing Yinyan also noticed this change, her voice filled with surprise.

Ling Juan nodded slightly and continued to explain, "These spiritual energies originate from the core of the Sword Land. They contain the power of the sword path and can resonate with the materials of treasures. Only true sword-path treasures can absorb this spiritual energy and thus be strengthened."

Nourished by spiritual energy, Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword gradually became more resilient, and the sharpness of its blade was elevated to a new level. He gripped the hilt, feeling the power emanating from the sword, and his heart was filled with joy.

"We've finally found a way to repair the treasure," Jiang Chuan said.

At this point, he had stopped repairing his Dragon Roar Sword. The spiritual energy absorbed from the broken blade was far from enough to restore the Dragon Roar Sword to its peak condition. He knew that if he wanted the Dragon Roar Sword to regain its former glory, he needed to face a stronger challenge and find blades that contained a deeper sword spirit.

As soon as he finished speaking, the light on Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword gradually dimmed, revealing its original scars.

Guided by the spirit scroll, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan arrived at the top of an iceberg made of sword blades.

This iceberg soars into the clouds, and the chilling aura of its blade can penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

The surrounding environment was frigid and biting, with howling winds that made one feel extremely cold, as if they were in a frozen world.

"Are you sure we have the Blade Spirit we need here?" Jiang Chuan asked the Spirit Scroll tentatively.

Ling Juan's gaze pierced through the icy chill of the iceberg, staring directly into its depths, where the faint outline of a sword blade could be seen shimmering with a dim light.

“There are indeed the sword spirits we need here.” Ling Juan’s voice was calm. “These sword spirits have been tempered by the years and have absorbed the sword energy between heaven and earth. Their spiritual power far surpasses that of any sword we have ever seen.”

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of determination in each other's eyes.

Guided by the spirit scroll, they cautiously approached the iceberg, each step landing on the icy blades with a crisp sound.

The blades on the iceberg sensed their arrival, their chill intensifying as the guardians of this sword-wielding land issued a warning, reminding the newcomers that this was no ordinary place. Each blade seemed to come alive, trembling gently in the cold wind, the ice crystals on their surfaces shimmering with a chilling light, emitting a low hum—the blades responding to each other's call.

"Look." Qing Yinyan pointed ahead with her little finger, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where a sword blade made of ice floated, a dazzling star in this sword land.

The blade was crystal clear, its body composed of countless tiny ice crystals. Each ice crystal reflected the cold light of the surrounding blade, making the entire blade look like a work of art pieced together from countless fragments.

The tip of the sword is slightly raised, ready to pierce the sky at any moment; its presence gives people a sense of inviolable majesty.

Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan followed Qing Yinyan's gaze, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

This ice sword is no ordinary object. It is made from special ice crystals deep within the Sword Ground. These ice crystals contain extremely rare sword spirits that can absorb and store the sword energy of the Sword Ground.

"Is this the Blade Spirit we need?" Jiang Chuan asked.

Ling Juan nodded: "That's right, this ice sword is a treasure of this sword land. Its blade spirit is enough to give your Dragon Roar Sword a qualitative leap. But you must remember, this ice sword is not easy to obtain. It guards the secrets of this sword land and will not easily let outsiders succeed."

"Now that you're here, are you ready for a fight?" The ice sword floating in the sky appeared not far from Jiang Chuan and the others with a whoosh. The sword cut through the sky, carrying an invisible chill, as if the will of ice was calling out.

Before Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan could speak, the ice sword swept down, the cold wind it brought almost tearing an iceberg apart and nearly covering their faces.

The power of this strike was enough to terrify anyone.

Fortunately, with the help of the Dragon Roar Sword and the Crimson Sword, the crisis was almost averted.

Jiang Chuan reacted swiftly, wielding the Dragon Roar Sword, its blade drawing an arc in the air, forcefully blocking the ice sword's attack.

Qing Yinyan, meanwhile, commanded the Danqing Sword, which transformed into a red curtain of fire that instantly evaporated the surrounding cold air into nothingness, forming a protective barrier.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." After saying that, Jiang Chuan switched the Dragon Roar Sword back to his hand. His eyes were firm, and the blade gleamed coldly in his hand. He leaned forward and cleaved through the ice sword's casual attack with a single strike. The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, carrying an aura of breaking through ice.

Qing Yinyan followed closely behind, her Danqing sword drawing a graceful arc in the air, its tip condensing flames that instantly ignited the surrounding ice crystals. Her figure was like a dancer in the flames, light and agile, joining Jiang Chuan in the battle against the ice sword.

Under the combined attack of Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan, the ice sword trembled continuously, and the ice crystals on the blade began to melt, revealing a sharp metallic texture.

This ice sword is no ordinary object; it is forged from millennia-old ice, and its blade contains powerful freezing energy capable of freezing anything it touches.

"A sword blade that carries the sound of a dragon's roar."

The ice sword was unusually excited during the battle, its voice carrying a hint of mockery and challenge, as if it were laughing at Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's youth and shortcomings.

It hadn't fought against such a blade in a long time. The dragon's roar contained within the blade gave it a long-lost thrill, and its body became hot as a result. It was a sleeping behemoth that had been awakened, ready to pounce.

The ice sword's scorching body suddenly trembled, and the oncoming sword energy froze it in place due to its icy intent.

On its blade, the originally transparent ice layer began to crack, like a thin sheet of ice about to break, trembling slightly in the cold wind, as if it might shatter at any moment to reveal the sharp metal hidden beneath.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing this, knowing that the ice sword's freezing power was being unleashed, one of its most powerful moves.

The power of ice can freeze everything, whether it's sword energy or heat, it can solidify instantly, forming an invisible barrier.

"Be careful!" Jiang Chuan shouted in a low voice. The sword light of the Dragon Roar Sword was dazzling. He tried to use his sword energy to break the ice sword's cold seal. His swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water. Every sword stroke carried the will to break the ice. Wherever the sword tip passed, cracks began to appear in the ice layer.

Qing Yinyan adjusted the sword stance of Danqing Sword. Her fiery sword light, like a fire dragon, coiled around the ice sword, melting the ice layer on its surface. Her swordsmanship was agile and fierce, and the collision of flames and ice crystals produced a crackling sound.

The freezing power of the ice sword was extraordinary; it not only froze the sword energy but also temporarily sealed the attacks of Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan's bodies slowed down and their movements became less agile under the influence of this freezing aura.

"Haha..." The ice sword chuckled, its voice echoing in the frigid air, tinged with mockery and disdain. "You're still too green to fight me. Take this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ice sword suddenly burst forth with a powerful chill, causing a cold wave of deep winter to descend instantly.

An invisible force surged from the sword, instantly condensing into a massive ice wall that stretched across Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan like a curtain of the sky, trapping them within.

The ice wall reflected the surrounding light, shimmering with a dazzling brilliance that was impossible to look directly at.

"You were incredibly fierce that night." Qing Yinyan said to Jiang Chuan, then leaned forward. Her voice was teasing, but her eyes revealed her trust and encouragement in Jiang Chuan.

She knew that Jiang Chuan had displayed amazing strength in the previous battle, even though it was without preparation, but his potential should not be underestimated.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan's expression showed only a moment of surprise, followed by a smile, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He quickly regained his senses and understood the meaning behind Qing Yinyan's words. She was reminding him that although the situation was critical, his past courage and strength should not be forgotten.

Jiang Chuan commanded the Dragon Roar Sword, its blade dancing nimbly in his hands, its light like a razor's edge, sharp enough to pierce ice. He knew that to break through, he had to find the weak point in the ice wall. He concentrated, sensing every change in the ice wall, searching for an opening.

Qing Yinyan followed closely behind, her Danqing sword drawing fiery red trajectories in the air, the flaming sword light as dense as a meteor shower, burning gaps in the ice wall.

The two swordsmen were perfectly coordinated, and as seasoned comrades-in-arms, they understood each other without needing to say a word.

The ice sword sensed the attacks from Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan. Its blade trembled again, and the cracks on the ice wall began to multiply, forming a spider web on the verge of breaking.

Just then, Jiang Chuan suddenly leaped up, his Dragon Roar Sword transforming into a bolt of lightning, piercing straight into the center of the ice wall. His swordsmanship was ruthless, striking the target with a single blow. The center of the ice wall shattered, revealing a huge gap in it.

Seeing this, Qing Yinyan immediately seized the opportunity. Her Danqing sword drew fiery red trajectories in the air, and the flaming sword light, like blooming fireworks, instantly filled the gap. (End of this chapter)