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

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan walked out of that enclosed space and returned to the tranquil place of Qingyun Sect.

Moli and Fodu stood beside the altar, their faces haggard and their expressions anxious.

They were originally commissioned by the Qingyun Sect to use the power of dream interpreters to appease the citizens of Qing City who were suffering from the Ghost Face Plague.

The power of the Ghost Face Plague far exceeded their expectations, and it even backfired on their dream interpretation abilities.

Qing Yinyan strode to the altar, his brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping sharply over his surroundings.

The entire altar was shrouded in a thick black mist, like an invisible hand tightly gripping everything there.

She frowned, wondering to herself just how powerful this ghostly plague was. It was so strong that even the power of a dream interpreter couldn't withstand it.

"What's going on?" Qing Yinyan walked to the altar where Mo Li and Fo Du were casting spells, stopped, and stared sharply at the black mist.

She discovered that the black mist contained an evil power, the source of the Ghost Face Plague.

"This place is full of black mist, how do we get in?" Jiang Chuan stood beside Qing Yinyan, his brows furrowed.

He looked around and saw that the thick black mist was like an invisible wall, separating them from Moli and Fodu on the altar.

The black mist seemed to contain a suffocating sense of oppression, making it difficult to even breathe.

"We must find a solution as soon as possible," Qing Yinyan said.

Just then, Buddha's body suddenly twisted, and his movements became extremely strange, as if he were performing an ancient ritual.

His body swayed to the rhythm, his limbs outstretched, as if communicating with some kind of force.

This swaying was not an elegant dance, but rather a mechanical spinning sound emanating from his skull due to the infection of the Ghost Face Plague, which sounded both eerie and terrifying.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan exchanged a glance and quickly understood.

“Buddha delivers!” Qing Yinyan said.

Her calls echoed around the altar, but could not penetrate the evil black aura.

Buddha's body, tormented by the plague, had lost its former peace and composure; his movements had become mechanical and distorted, controlled by some invisible force.

His body continued to contort, the mechanical turning sound grew louder and louder, each turn accompanied by a painful scream.

Inside the skull, the hidden mechanical device was constantly accumulating energy, emitting a piercing noise that sent chills down one's spine.

Buddha's eyes were empty, devoid of his former wisdom and compassion, replaced by endless fear and madness.

Qing Yinyan made a quick decision and took out a jade pendant that shimmered with light from his pocket.

This jade pendant is a precious relic left by our ancestors in their struggle against the Ghost Face Plague. It contains powerful positive energy that can dispel evil forces and protect the holder from the plague.

Without the slightest hesitation, she merged the jade pendant with her own Danqing sword. The sword was instantly enveloped by the light of the jade pendant, becoming completely transparent and containing endless mysterious power.

Next, Qing Yinyan drew complex patterns in the air in front of her. These patterns changed with her gestures, and each stroke was full of power and rhythm.

As the pattern took shape, the possessed Buddha's eyes grew increasingly terrified.

He sensed the powerful force contained within the jade pendant and its patterns, a sacredness and purity he had never seen before.

For him, this power was both a salvation and a threat.

"Die!" Fodu roared, his body suddenly ceasing its contortions, replaced by a surge of violent power.

He lunged at Qing Yinyan, his weapon tracing a fierce arc in the air, aiming to cleave Qing Yinyan in two with a single strike.

Facing the attack from Buddha, Qing Yinyan did not back down. Her figure was as fast as lightning, and she skillfully dodged the fierce blow by turning to the side.

Her movements were agile and graceful, and her innate fighting instincts allowed her to find a way to survive in a crisis.

The Danqing Sword transformed into a stream of light in her hand, instantly enveloping Buddha's body wherever its tip pointed.

As the sword traced its path, the intricate patterns seemed to come alive, clinging to Buddha's body and emitting a hissing white mist.

These white mists contain purifying power, dispelling the plague within Buddha's body.

Buddha's body was violently contorted by the torment of the plague. Compared to his previous mechanical dance, his movements were now more exaggerated and distorted.

His face was contorted in agony, but his eyes gleamed with madness. His roars echoed around the altar, eerie sounds emanating from another world.

“Shall we jump up?” Fodu uttered a strange voice, his words echoing in the air, a temptation that drew those around him into his madness.

Upon hearing this evil sound, Moli's body suddenly began to mimic the movements of Buddha.

Her eyes became vacant, and her face contorted with an expression similar to that of Buddha.

Clearly, she too had been affected by the Ghost Face Plague, and her body and memory began to deteriorate.

Although her movements were not as exaggerated as Buddha's, they were equally mechanical and distorted, and her eyes revealed a deep fear and confusion.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan felt a pang of anxiety. He understood that their power was insignificant in the face of this immortal and indestructible ghost-faced plague.

He couldn't stand idly by; if he didn't take action, the situation would become even more complicated if Buddha and Mori joined forces.

He appeared beside Qing Yinyan and said firmly, "Make a move, otherwise it will be even more troublesome if they join forces."

Upon hearing this, Qing Yinyan didn't say much, but simply nodded her chin slightly; her movement was concise and powerful.

Her Danqing sword drew a graceful arc in the air, and the patterns she had meticulously carved came to life where the sword tip pointed, forming a fierce confrontation with Buddha's attack.

boom…

A deafening roar erupted from the altar, and Buddha stopped his mechanical, frenzied dance. Suddenly, a black, ghostly barrier appeared in the void before him.

The barrier, almost tangible, exuded a suffocatingly cold aura, blocking Qing Yinyan's attack.

The two confronted each other, and the black barrier gradually caused the pattern to dissolve, but Buddha was not in a hurry. Instead, he revealed a smug smile.

A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were waiting for something.

Just then, Mo Li appeared mysteriously behind Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan.

Her figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, the black energy of the ghost face in her hand had condensed into a ball, emitting a chilling light.

She advanced with a ruthless attitude, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

clang…

Mo Li's attack was as swift as lightning. The ghostly black aura collided with the Dragon Roar Sword in Jiang Chuan's hand, producing a crisp sound.

A faint light emanated from the Dragon Roar Sword, and the blade trembled slightly as it resisted Mo Li's attack.

"Hold her off for now," Qing Yinyan said, then Jiang Chuan's gaze locked onto Mo Li behind him. With that, Qing Yinyan transformed into a bolt of lightning, instantly rushing towards Fodu.

Her Danqing sword drew streaks of light in the air, each swing carrying a powerful aura and the mysterious power bestowed by her ancestors.

After being possessed by the Ghost Face Plague, Buddha Du was no longer the compassionate monk he once was.

His eyes were filled only with a thirst for power and a disregard for life. He charged forward relentlessly, his offensive surging like a tidal wave. Every swing of his weapon whistled through the air as he tried to destroy any enemy that stood in his way.

Qing Yinyan's Danqing Sword came to life in her hand, and with each strike, it accurately hit Fodu's vital points.

Wherever the sword tip touched, a piece of flesh would fall from Buddha's body, and blood would drip down the sword, staining the altar floor red.

Her swordsmanship was both fast and ruthless, each strike filled with power and rhythm.

laugh!
Qing Yinyan swung her sword again, this time piercing directly into Fodu's shoulder.

Buddha let out a painful roar, but his offensive did not weaken as a result.

Driven by the plague, his twisted body became even more ferocious, pushing Qing Yinyan to his limits.

Qing Yinyan did not stop; her swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each attack carrying a resolute will.

Her Danqing sword drew streaks of sword energy in the air, and each time the sword energy condensed, it severely injured Fodu's body.

Buddha's body began to crack, and his movements became slow.

"Stop right there!" Qing Yinyan ordered.

The scattered flesh and skin of Buddha, under the blessing of the Ghost Face Plague, displayed astonishing vitality.

The wounds that had been torn open began to slowly heal under the influence of the plague, with the skin and flesh regrowing at an astonishing speed.

Seeing this, Qing Yinyan's heart sank. She realized that the power of Buddha's salvation had exceeded her expectations.

She couldn't let Buddha recover, otherwise they would be in an even more dangerous situation. She quickly adjusted her tactics, directing every swing of the Danqing Sword.

His swordsmanship became more precise, with each strike aimed directly at the regenerating flesh.

Under Qing Yinyan's control, the mysterious power contained in the Danqing Sword transformed into sharp sword energies, each carrying the will to destroy evil.

"Concentrate your forces!" Qing Yinyan's voice was filled with urgency.

The Danqing Sword, wherever its tip touched, instantly ripped open the regenerating flesh, and blood gushed out once more.

Qing Yinyan's swordsmanship was as dense as a torrential rain; her movements were fluid, and each sword strike carried a strong sense of rhythm.

"Now!" Qing Yinyan gave the order, and his swordsmanship reached a new level.

The sword tip traced complex trajectories in the air, each attack precisely striking the most vulnerable part of Buddha's body.

As Qing Yinyan's swordsmanship became increasingly sharp, more wounds began to appear on Fodu's body. The flesh that was recovering was unable to withstand the impact of the sword energy.

The power of the plague gradually weakened under Qing Yinyan's attacks, and Fodu's body began to lose its balance, eventually collapsing completely and unable to get up again.

"How are things going on your end?" Qing Yinyan's voice rang in Jiang Chuan's ears, tinged with concern and tension.

Her figure appeared beside Jiang Chuan like a ghost, her sharp eyes scanning the surrounding environment.

Jiang Chuan turned his head, saw Qing Yinyan's concerned expression, and smiled slightly.

He pointed to Moli, who was tied to a pillar, and explained, "I have her under control and she will not pose a threat for the time being. However, the black aura of her ghost face is still spreading, and we must find a solution as soon as possible."

Qing Yinyan walked to the pillar and carefully observed Mo Li's condition.

She saw that Mo Li was covered by a thin layer of black mist, which slowly drifted in the air and could condense into a physical attack at any moment.

"Her power seems to be greater than I imagined," Qing Yinyan said in a low voice.

Although Mo Li was tied to the pillar, her Ghost Face Plague remained a huge hidden danger.

The plague, like a leech, not only eroded her body but also permeated the air, forming an unsettling gloom.

This layer of black mist slowly drifted through the air, and could solidify at any moment to attack them.

Jiang Chuan nodded: "Yes, her Ghost Face Plague not only possesses her body, but also seems to be affecting the surrounding environment. I tried to suppress it with the sword energy of the Dragon Roar Sword, but the effect was not obvious."

Qing Yinyan pulled a piece of cloth from his waist and gently wiped the blade of the Dragon Roar Sword with practiced and elegant movements.

Her fingers slid gently across the sword, as if caressing a living dragon.

Each wipe was done with a sense of ritual, a sign of her respect for the weapon.

This approach made Jiang Chuan feel very comfortable.

After all, the Dragon Roar Sword and he were already of one mind.

This sword is an extension of him; his will and power are conveyed through it.

After being wiped clean, the Dragon Roar Sword became straight, and the patterns on its blade shimmered with a cold light under the sun.

As Qing Yinyan wiped it, the black energy that had been lingering around Mo Li began to converge towards the Dragon Roar Sword.

The black energy, like a magnet drawn to the Dragon Roar Sword, flocked towards its blade.

Qing Yinyan said, "You continue to use the sword energy of the Dragon Roar Sword to suppress the plague. I want to try to use the sword energy of the Danqing Sword to guide this black energy and see if we can find the source of the plague and seal it."

Jiang Chuan responded immediately, his swordsmanship becoming even more ferocious. The Dragon Roar Sword in his hand transformed into a bolt of lightning, its sword energy crisscrossing and binding the black mist firmly in the air.

Qing Yinyan focused his mind, and the Danqing sword drew complex trajectories in the air, each swing carrying a strong rhythm and power.

As they worked, the black mist gradually condensed, eventually forming a distorted, ghostly face shape.

This grotesque face exudes boundless evil; its eyes are hollow and deep, capable of seeing through everything, and the upward curve of its lips reveals a chilling mockery.

Its presence made the surrounding air heavy, and even time seemed to stand still.

"seal up!"

Seeing this, Qing Yinyan knew that this was the last chance to seal the Ghost Face Plague. She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and then shouted loudly.

"Seal! Danqing Sword, break!"

Her voice echoed through the air like thunder.

The Danqing Sword instantly shone with dazzling light in her hand.

The sword transformed into a flowing river of light, its tip pointing at the distorted ghost face. Sword energy surged like a tide, carrying an unstoppable momentum. (End of Chapter)