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

As the shadow of Qing City gradually dissipated.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan stood on that land that had once been shrouded in evil.

They had just successfully resolved the long-hidden evil in Qing City, but then came a shocking piece of news.

The sealed space that was once used to seal away evil spirits has now been eroded by the Ghost Face Plague to the point that it is almost unrecognizable.

Jiang Chuan, as the leader of the Diviner Alliance, felt a strong sense of responsibility and mission that made it impossible for him to ignore this urgent signal.

The Diviner Alliance, a mysterious organization composed of numerous unfathomable divination masters, has always been a sacred place in Jiang Chuan's heart.

He knew he had to return to the Diviners' Alliance immediately to gather the alliance's experts and deal with this sudden crisis together.

Qing Yinyan, the goddess of Qing City, fully demonstrated her beauty and power during the Qing City outbreak.

During those difficult days, Jiang Chuan stayed by her side, providing her with strength and comfort.

Qing Yinyan's trust and reliance on Jiang Chuan are as profound as his protection of her.

When Qing Yinyan learned that Jiang Chuan had decided to go back, she was filled with reluctance.

"Jiang Chuan, I can't let you face those unknown dangers alone."

"I am willing to go back with you, whether it is facing a plague or any other threat, I will stand by your side."

Qing Yinyan spoke.

“No, Qing City is still unstable and needs someone to guard it. You are the best candidate, after all, you are the goddess of Qing City.” Jiang Chuan asked Qing Yinyan to sit down and calm down.

“Qing City is still unstable. Although we have eliminated the source of the evil, the spread of the Ghost Face Plague may bring new problems.” Jiang Chuan continued, “You need to stay in Qing City and use your strength and wisdom to protect this city and ensure that it does not fall into chaos again.”

Qing Yinyan frowned slightly, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.

She knew Jiang Chuan was telling the truth; Qing City did indeed need her protection.

But she also understood that Jiang Chuan's concerns were not unfounded.

The threat of the Ghost Face Plague should not be underestimated, and although she is powerful, she alone would probably be unable to cope with such a large-scale crisis.

“I…I understand your concerns, Jiang Chuan,” Qing Yinyan said.

Jiang Chuan sighed softly; his feelings were equally complicated.

He knew Qing Yinyan's understanding, but that didn't mean he wasn't conflicted.

He walked to the window and looked out at the darkening sky, where city lights twinkled in the night.

“I will come back if there are any problems in Qing City,” Jiang Chuan said.

His gaze passed through the window: "I will handle the affairs of the Diviner's Alliance and then return to Qing City immediately. Don't worry, I will ensure your safety."

Qing Yinyan knew she couldn't stop Jiang Chuan. Although her heart was filled with reluctance, she also knew that Jiang Chuan's mission was more important than any personal feelings.

She walked to Jiang Chuan's side, gently took his hand, and gave him a sense of warmth and strength.

"That's good. Take care on your journey."

"If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know. I'll be here waiting for you to come back."

Qing Yinyan's voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes were slightly red.

Jiang Chuan grasped Qing Yinyan's hand and nodded gently.

Then he turned and walked toward the door, each step heavy and firm, each step gathering strength for the upcoming challenge.

Leaving the courtyard of the Qingyun Sect, Jiang Chuan stepped into the entrance of the enclosed space.

This place used to be a land of light, but now, everything is different.

At the entrance to the enclosed space, the once-shining runes and arrays had dimmed and become mottled from the contamination of the Ghost Face Plague.

Jiang Chuan took a deep breath, opened the tinderbox in his hand, and the flame flickered in the darkness, illuminating his path.

Even with the firelight, the darkness within the enclosed space remained intense, with invisible shadows devouring all light.

He cautiously stepped into the space, each step making a dull thud on the decaying floor.

A nauseating stench filled the air, the putrid odor unique to the Ghost Face Plague, making one want to hold their breath.

Jiang Chuan frowned deeply. The Ghost Face Plague was not only eroding the space, but also searching for any life that could be devoured.

He had to be careful not to become the next victim of the plague.

As Jiang Chuan ventured deeper into the enclosed space, the surrounding scenery became increasingly eerie.

The road was covered with sprawling vines, which twisted and grew, telling of an ancient curse.

These vines are not ordinary plants; their stems are a sickly green, covered with dense black mold spots, and exude a suffocating smell of decay.

“These vines are part of the plague. They are controlled by the evil power of the Ghost Face Plague. They attach themselves to living beings, drain their life force, and then spread, infecting more people,” Jiang Chuan said.

His eyes were fixed on the vines, watching their every move with vigilance.

Ling Juan, a small, palm-sized spirit beast, stood on Jiang Chuan's shoulder. Despite its small size and agility, it seemed somewhat nervous at the moment.

Its little eyes were wide open, curiously surveying its surroundings.

"What are these vines?" Ling Juan's voice was clear and crisp.

Jiang Chuan did not answer immediately, worried that Ling Juan's attention would be distracted by the vines, thus putting her in danger.

He glanced around, searching for a place where he could take temporary refuge.

“They are the tentacles of the Ghost Face Plague, used to spread the plague,” Jiang Chuan replied.

He then pointed to the slowly moving vines: "We must be careful not to let them touch us."

Lingjuan nodded. Although it couldn't fully understand Jiang Chuan's words, it could sense the danger posed by the vines.

"I will protect you, Jiang Chuan." Ling Juan's voice was soft, but full of determination.

Its body trembled slightly on Jiang Chuan's shoulder, expressing its determination and courage in this way.

Jiang Chuan smiled and patted Ling Juan on the head; this little companion brought him great comfort.

Just then, the previously quiet vines suddenly began to tremble violently. Stimulated by something, their twisted stems waved in the air, making a rustling sound, as if they were yearning for the touch of flesh and preparing to charge towards Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan immediately became alert and quickly took a step back, preparing to defend against the impending attack.

Lingjuan also sensed the threat. Its small body curled up even tighter on Jiang Chuan's shoulder, but it did not back down. Instead, it opened its tiny claws, ready to strike at any moment.

"Ling Juan, step back!" Jiang Chuan commanded in a low voice.

Although Lingjuan was unwilling to leave Jiangchuan, it knew that Jiangchuan's order was for their common safety. It immediately jumped to the ground and hid behind Jiangchuan, its eyes fixed on the vines that were about to launch an attack.

Jiang Chuan concentrated, his fingers moving rapidly across the magical artifact, beams of light shooting out from it and forming defensive light screens.

The light curtains made a piercing sound when touched by the vines, but they were not destroyed.

Enraged by Jiang Chuan's defense, the vines became even more ferocious.

The tendrils snaked like venomous snakes, searching for Jiangchuan's weaknesses in the darkness.

They hissed, whispering vows of revenge, each vine a deadly temptation, trying to drag Jiang Chuan into their entanglement.

"Retreat, get out of here," Jiang Chuan said.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a calm assessment of the impending battle.

Ling Juan activated its spiritual power, and its body floated lightly in the air, like a nimble bird.

It quickly followed behind Jiang Chuan, its presence providing him with an invisible protection.

After they left, the vines continued their relentless assault.

They were like greedy snakes, yearning to possess their bodies.

The vines tumbled through the air with a chilling sound, each touch of the ground causing a tremor, and the entire space shook in anticipation of their attack.

Although Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan were fast, the vines were also spreading at a fast pace.

They moved through the darkness like ghosts, and each approach made Lingjuan's heart race.

They passed through a dense thicket of vines, and Jiang Chuan's magical artifacts continuously emitted light, illuminating the path ahead.

Even so, he could feel the breath of the vines behind him, an invisible sense of oppression.

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan discovered a clearing surrounded by vines, where there was a hidden passage.

Without hesitation, he led the spirit scroll towards that spot, while simultaneously increasing the output of his magical artifact, creating a powerful wall of light to block the vines' pursuit.

“This is it!” Jiang Chuan said.

His voice echoed through the narrow passage, tinged with excitement.

The Spirit Scroll's body became more agile in the air, its wings flapping gently, creating a slight airflow that helped it move among the vines.

Its eyes are as bright as a cat's, able to penetrate the darkness and find Jiang Chuan's whereabouts.

They finally broke through the vines and entered the hidden passage.

The passage was dark and narrow, with only the faint light from the tinderbox in Jiang Chuan's hand illuminating the path ahead.

The walls here are covered with the marks of time, and moss grows between the stones.

Jiang Chuan remembered that there was a road here that was closest to the Diviner Alliance, but his vision and senses were obstructed by the Ghost Face Plague Vines.

The spreading vines not only limited their vision but also interfered with their perception, making it impossible for them to accurately judge their surroundings.

In this dark labyrinth, every step was fraught with unknown risks, and Jiang Chuan's heart raced with each step.

"Ling Juan, be careful!" Jiang Chuan suddenly noticed that Ling Juan was wrapped in something that looked like a pacifier and was sucking on it with great relish.

This tiny creature, though only the size of a palm, possesses an indelible will to breast milk, like a human infant.

Jiang Chuan felt a pang of anxiety. He worried that Ling Juan's actions would distract it, preventing it from making the right response at a crucial moment.

He whispered, "Lingjuan, put that down, we need to get out of here quickly."

Lingjuan didn't hear Jiang Chuan's warning. Its little mouth was tightly gripping the pacifier, its eyes were half-closed, and it looked satisfied.

Jiang Chuan knew they had to act quickly and couldn't let Ling Juan's little habit become an obstacle to their escape.

He decided to take action and gently took the pacifier from Lingjuan's hand.

As soon as Ling Juan's mouth was empty, she immediately let out a dissatisfied hum, a deep and sharp sound that came from the depths of hell.

Its eyes were wide open, filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and as it spoke, it spewed out a cloud of black mist that spread rapidly through the air, emitting a suffocating stench.

Upon hearing this and seeing this, Jiang Chuan immediately stepped back.

He knew that Ling Juan had been possessed by vines. This possession greatly increased Ling Juan's power, but at the same time, it made her lose her mind and become extremely dangerous.

After being possessed, the palm-sized Lingjuan began to grow. Its skin gradually became rough, and vines spread from all parts of its body, forming a green outer shell.

Its arms were longer than Jiang Chuan's legs, and these arms, like venomous snakes, snaked through the air, ready to strike Jiang Chuan's face.

"What are you doing? Wake up!" Jiang Chuan flashed behind Ling Juan.

He tried to awaken Lingjuan's inner world through language, hoping to break the spell of the vine possession.

Under the control of the vines, Ling Juan turned its head, its eyes flashing with a green light, a light of madness and wildness.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan knew that if they didn't stop Ling Juan as soon as possible, they would all be in great danger.

He quickly reached out and touched the head of the spirit scroll, hoping to find the source of the vine possession.

However, Ling Juan's body reacted extremely quickly; its vine arms lashed out like lightning, knocking Jiang Chuan back.

Jiang Chuan skillfully dodged the Spirit Scroll's attack; it was impossible to awaken the Spirit Scroll using only words.

He needed to find a way to both remove the vines' possession and protect the spirit scroll from harm.

Just then, Jiang Chuan suddenly remembered that Ling Juan liked to drink milk, a discovery that made his eyes light up.

He realized that this was an opportunity to use the scroll's preferences to guide its actions.

So he devised a plan and decided to lure Ling Juan to a place where there was supposedly an endless supply of milk.

Jiang Chuan secretly pondered how to convince Ling Juan of the place's authenticity.

He decided to use the spirit scroll's desire for milk and its trust in Jiang Chuan to guide it toward that destination.

So Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan walked through the enclosed space, their figures appearing exceptionally small in the dimly lit passage.

As Jiang Chuan walked, he said softly, "Ling Juan, do you know? I heard there's a place ahead where the milk is sweeter than honey, and just one sip will restore all your strength."

Lingjuan's little ears perked up, and its bright eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Jiang Chuan continued, "I promise, it's not a dream, it's real. Do you want to go? I can take you."

The spirit scroll didn't answer, but its small body began to tremble slightly, clearly drawn by Jiang Chuan's words. (End of Chapter)