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

After successfully eliminating the Ghost Face Plague from Mo Li's body, Qing Yinyan led Jiang Chuan to a secluded chamber within the Qingyun Sect.

This secret chamber is located deep within the sect and is shrouded in a faint layer of spiritual energy year-round, giving it a mysterious and solemn appearance.

Jiang Chuan followed Qing Yinyan into the secret chamber, where he saw various strange and unusual magical artifacts, exuding an ancient aura and bearing the weight of countless years.

These magical artifacts were meticulously crafted by our ancestors to combat the Ghost Face Plague, and each one contains immense power.

Jiang Chuan looked around and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are these magical artifacts usable? Can they really deal with the Ghost Face Plague?"

Qing Yinyan smiled slightly, walked to a magical artifact that emitted a faint blue light, and gently stroked its surface. The light seemed to dance on his fingertips, appearing both mysterious and alluring.

She said slowly, "These magical artifacts were carefully crafted by our ancestors. They can indeed deal with the Ghost Face Plague. However, using these artifacts requires a certain level of spiritual power; otherwise, it is difficult to unleash their true power."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Although he had already reached the early stage of the Heavenly Rank, in this world of extraordinary people, the early stage of the Heavenly Rank was just an entry-level existence. True masters were often at the peak of the Heavenly Rank, or even higher.

He asked cautiously, "How much spiritual power is required? I think my current level is sufficient."

Qing Yinyan pointed to a ghost-faced talisman. The talisman was engraved with complex runes, emitted a faint glow, and contained some kind of mysterious power.

She said, "This ghost-face talisman requires a mid-stage Heavenly Realm cultivation level to fully exert its effect, but you can give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, a determined light flashed in Jiang Chuan's eyes, and he summoned his most treasured treasure, the Dragon Roar Sword.

The sword radiates a deep blue light, and its blade is engraved with intricate dragon patterns, each line containing ancient power.

With a thought from Jiang Chuan, the Dragon Roar Sword flew out from his waist and hovered in mid-air.

The sword trembled slightly, responding to Jiang Chuan's call.

This sword is not only a powerful weapon, but also a magical artifact that can make up for one's own lack of power by drawing upon its power.

Jiang Chuan formed hand seals and began directing the Dragon Roar Sword to inscribe the Ghost Face Talisman.

His fingers swept rapidly through the air, each rune appearing precisely on the Dragon Roar Sword.

These runes, as if alive, flowed with the river's movements, emitting a faint, eerie light.

Under Jiang Chuan's control, the Dragon Roar Sword spun continuously, each rotation accompanied by the flashing of runes.

Jiang Chuan's breathing synchronized with the rotation of the sword, his eyes focused and resolute as he concentrated intently on guiding the power within the sword.

As the runes were gradually completed, a powerful spiritual energy began to gather around the Dragon Roar Sword.

This spiritual power is different from Jiang Chuan's own; it is purer and more powerful.

This is the power of the Dragon's Roar Sword, the power of a Noble Phantasm.

Jiang Chuan felt his body being enveloped by this power, and his cultivation level improved without him even realizing it.

"It's almost done." Qing Yinyan's eyes were fixed on the Dragon Roar Sword in Jiang Chuan's hand.

With each gesture Jiang Chuan made, the demon face talisman on the sword came to life, gradually becoming clearer from a blurry outline, until the features and textures of the demon face were revealed one by one.

A relieved smile appeared on Qing Yinyan's face.

The demon-face talismans on the sword are filled with power and spirituality in every stroke. They are the oldest runes in the world, carrying endless wisdom and power.

Qing Yinyan could sense that as the talisman gradually took shape, a powerful spiritual energy was gathering in the Dragon Roar Sword. This spiritual energy merged with Jiang Chuan's spiritual power, forming an invisible bond.

"Your technique is becoming more and more refined, Jiang Chuan," Qing Yinyan exclaimed. "This Ghost Face Talisman is extraordinary; it can summon the nemesis of the Ghost Face Plague."

Jiang Chuan's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, but he did not stop what he was doing.

With the final stroke completed, the ghost-faced talisman on the Dragon Roar Sword was finally fully formed.

A powerful burst of light erupted from the sword, instantly illuminating the entire secret chamber.

"Alright, now you can channel the power of the talisman out," Qing Yinyan said softly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan adjusted his breathing, and his heartbeat calmed down with each breath.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and focused all his attention on the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand.

Whether he succeeds at this moment depends not only on his cultivation level, but also on his understanding and control of power.

As he manipulated it, the light on the Dragon Roar Sword gradually subsided, and the originally scattered and disordered power began to gather in an orderly manner.

Jiang Chuan's hands moved rapidly in the air, forming hand seals. His fingers were like playing invisible strings, each movement precise and powerful.

Guided by Jiang Chuan, the light began to transform into tiny streams of light.

These streams of light, like silk threads, drifted gently in the air, shimmering with a deep blue glow and carrying a mysterious and powerful force.

Under Jiang Chuan's control, the flowing light intertwined and rotated continuously, eventually converging in mid-air to form a complete talisman.

This talisman emitted a soft light, its edges undulating slightly, containing the vitality of life.

The talisman floated in mid-air, its surface covered with complex runes, each one pulsating, ready to unleash its power at any moment.

A satisfied smile appeared on Jiang Chuan's face.

This talisman is now fully formed, and its power can be used to combat the Ghost Face Plague.

"Very good. Now, infuse your spiritual power into the talisman and let it unleash its true power." Qing Yinyan's voice rang out again.

Jiang Chuan nodded, his eyes hardening.

He began to slowly infuse his spiritual power into the talisman. His spiritual power was like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing over the surface of the talisman and merging with it.

As spiritual energy was infused, the talisman's light grew brighter, and its edges began to emit faint sounds—the whispers of ancient deities, or the sound of distant wind, carrying a touch of mystery and elusive charm.

Jiang Chuan knew that this was the talisman responding to his spiritual power, telling him that it was ready and about to release the powerful force it contained.

The moment the ghost-faced talisman took shape, Jiang Chuan felt a tremendous surge of energy emanating from his body, as if an invisible hand was drawing away his spiritual power.

His body was hollowed out, and even the light of the Dragon Roar Sword began to wane, with the sword itself feeling tired from the enormous energy consumption.

"This is amazing!" Jiang Chuan couldn't help but exclaim softly, his voice filled with surprise and disbelief.

His heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that a mere talisman could consume such a huge amount of energy.

This energy was almost the sum of all his current spiritual power, or even more. He closed his eyes, feeling the changes within his body. His heartbeat became slow and strong, each beat feeling like a dialogue with the energy within him.

His body underwent a transformation; the spiritual energy that had been drawn away was recovering at a speed he had never experienced before, and his body was adapting to this unprecedented energy consumption.

"It seems my previous cultivation was insufficient," Jiang Chuan said, a hint of self-mockery in his voice, realizing that he still had a long way to go on this path of cultivation.

"Congratulations on drawing a talisman. More will be needed to deal with the ghost-faced plague in Qing City."

Qing Yinyan approached, her voice carrying a hint of encouragement, but Jiang Chuan detected a sense of heaviness in it.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

A single ghost-faced talisman drained his body dry; wouldn't more than that lead to death?
A sense of unease welled up within him as he began to imagine that if he needed more talismans, it would mean he would have to constantly expend his spiritual energy until he was completely exhausted.

"Do you really think I can withstand the pressure of using multiple talismans in a row?" Jiang Chuan asked.

Qing Yinyan did not answer immediately. His gaze lingered on Jiang Chuan's face for a moment, searching for his true thoughts.

Then she said firmly, "Is this something you should say? As a man, you have to stand up even if you can't."

After speaking, Qing Yinyan took out a scroll that emitted a faint light from his bosom and handed it to Jiang Chuan.

The scroll's surface is covered with intricate runes, each containing boundless power, giving the viewer a sense of a powerful spiritual force surging within it.

Jiang Chuan took the scroll and gently touched its edge with his fingers. He could feel the warmth and power emanating from the scroll.

He looked at Qing Yinyan with a puzzled expression, not understanding why she would give him something like this at this time.

Seeing the hesitation in Jiang Chuan's eyes after he took the scroll, Qing Yinyan knew his concerns.

So she patiently explained, "This scroll is called Spiritual Power Sharing. It can help you greatly increase your spiritual power in a short period of time, so that you won't feel strained when inscribing talismans due to insufficient spiritual power. Of course, there are certain risks in using it, but at this crucial moment, I believe you can control its power."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan said, "I'll give it a try."

Qing Yinyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jiang Chuan agree.

She walked to Jiang Chuan's side, gently patted his shoulder, and gave him silent encouragement: "Okay, calm down first, I'll stay here with you."

Jiang Chuan closed his eyes and began to decipher the runes on the scroll.

His fingers gently touched the surface of the scroll, feeling the subtle energy emanating from the ancient runes. His mental energy gradually immersed itself in it, allowing him to understand the mysteries of these runes.

The runes on the scroll were no ordinary runes; they contained powerful spiritual energy, each one seemingly pulsating with life.

Jiang Chuan's heartbeat quickened with the rhythm of the runes, and his mental energy, guided by the runes, began to resonate with the spiritual energy in the scroll.

"Spiritual power sharing... spiritual power sharing..." Jiang Chuan murmured.

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan felt a powerful spiritual energy surge from the scroll, flowing into his body through his fingers.

This spiritual energy, like a tidal wave, filled his dantian, and his spiritual power was greatly enhanced in a short period of time.

Jiang Chuan opened his eyes, his gaze filled with surprise.

He felt his body being infused with new vitality, a sense of power that felt both familiar and strange to him, and he tried to harness this newfound spiritual energy.

He stretched out his hand, his fingers gently tracing patterns in the air, and runes condensed and took shape at his fingertips.

Under his control, these runes rotated and changed, eventually forming complete talismans.

Jiang Chuan was overjoyed; he had successfully used the Spirit Power Sharing Scroll.

"The Spiritual Power Sharing Scroll needs to be connected to someone with abundant spiritual power to unleash its full potential," Jiang Chuan's voice echoed in the quiet room.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qing Yinyan stretched out a hand, her palm facing Jiang Chuan. Her hands were delicate and warm, capable of soothing any unease.

Jiang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but then firmly placed his hand on Qing Yinyan's palm.

As Jiang Chuan's hand touched Qing Yinyan's palm, a strange feeling instantly spread between the two of them.

Streams of subtle spiritual energy, like fine threads, slowly flowed from Qing Yinyan's body, through their palms, and into Jiang Chuan's bloodline.

Jiang Chuan could feel the warmth and abundance of that spiritual energy, which, like the spring sunshine, dispelled the gloom in his heart.

In his dantian, the previously dormant spiritual energy began to stir, igniting a flame that burned fiercely.

A slight blush rose to Qing Yinyan's face.

While this method of sharing spiritual energy can enhance Jiang Chuan's spiritual power, it also causes her to consume a significant amount of her own spiritual energy.

For the sake of Qing City, she was willing to give up all of this.

"Are you ready?" Qing Yinyan asked softly.

Jiang Chuan took a deep breath: "I'm ready."

As soon as they finished speaking, their hands clasped tightly together, and their spiritual energy began to merge, forming an invisible thread that connected them closely.

This thread is no ordinary thread; it contains profound emotions and unwavering faith, serving as the strongest bond between the two.

Jiang Chuan could feel Qing Yinyan's spiritual power like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing against his body and bringing him an unprecedented power.

Qing Yinyan could also feel Jiang Chuan's spiritual power, like blazing sunlight, illuminating every corner of her heart.

Guided by the silk threads, their spiritual power began to permeate and merge with each other.

With the support of Qing Yinyan's spiritual power, Jiang Chuan's spiritual power became more abundant and powerful.

Qing Yinyan's spiritual power also found new vitality and direction in Jiang Chuan's spiritual power.

This shared spiritual energy made the two seem like one person; their heartbeats, breathing, and even thoughts became synchronized.

Jiang Chuan's every breath resonated with Qing Yinyan, and his every thought was supported by Qing Yinyan.

"Can...can we really do it?" Jiang Chuan's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, but the light in his eyes was unwavering.

Qing Yinyan gently patted Jiang Chuan's shoulder: "Of course we can. We have each other's strength, so what's impossible?" (End of Chapter)