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

Jiang Chuan's gaze pierced through the dense shade of the trees, and on a wide open meadow, he saw a herd of cows grazing leisurely.

They are large, with golden fur that shimmers with a soft sheen in the sunlight.

This scene filled Jiang Chuan with joy, because he knew that the place where this herd of cows was located was his destination.

This place, located on the eastern edge of the enclosed space, is a relatively remote area.

Surrounded by lush vegetation, there are no steep cliffs or signs of human habitation.

The tranquility and harmony here are truly refreshing.

Following closely behind Jiang Chuan was his Spirit Scroll, a mysterious scroll capable of sensing subtle changes in the surrounding environment.

Upon observing the cows, the expression on the plague-controlled face in the scroll took a turn for the better.

The originally sinister and terrifying face became clear, as if it were telling Jiang Chuan something.

This change surprised Jiang Chuan, and he couldn't help but move closer to the spirit scroll to observe it carefully.

The face of the plague-controlled demon gradually emitted a soft light, dispelling the surrounding gloom.

Jiang Chuan's heart skipped a beat, realizing that the light came from the herd of dairy cows.

Cows are the purest creatures on this land; their scent can purify the heart and dispel evil.

"Damn it!" The Spirit Scroll suddenly let out a demonic roar, a sharp and piercing sound that was completely different from its usual calm and gentle tone.

The roar was not the spirit scroll's own intention, but rather originated from the ghostly plague hidden deep within its body.

As time went on, this plague gradually eroded Lingjuan's sanity, turning her into a host for the plague.

When the Ghost Face Plague came into contact with the pure scent of the cows, its previously arrogant demeanor instantly changed.

The plague, in the unpolluted air of the dairy cows, sensed an unprecedented weakness.

Its body began to tremble, and its once powerful silhouette began to distort, bound by invisible ropes, unable to swing freely anymore.

The spirit scroll's body also began to show abnormalities; its eyes became vacant, and its limbs drooped limply.

The demonic roar gradually subsided, eventually turning into a low groan.

The power of the plague was as fragile as paper in the face of the pure aura of the dairy herd; it tried to struggle but could not escape the binding force of that purifying power.

The cows were unaware of the scroll's abnormality; they continued to graze leisurely on the grass, their breath flowing like a clear spring, constantly eroding the foundation of the plague.

The Spirit Scroll's body became unusually heavy due to the weakening effects of the plague, which was precisely the opportunity for it to break free from the plague's shackles.

Jiang Chuan stood aside, witnessing the delicate duel between the Spirit Scroll and the Ghost Face Plague, his eyes gleaming with determination.

This is their chance to get out of their predicament.

In this tranquil pasture, the cows unwittingly became the key to this battle.

Jiang Chuan acted decisively.

He mounted a sturdy cow, which was not alarmed by his sudden mount and instead calmly bore his weight.

Jiang Chuan gripped the cow's mane tightly and, using its broad back, began to maneuver the cow toward Ling Juan.

Following the cow's steps, Jiang Chuan's gaze remained fixed on the spirit scroll.

The Ghost Face Plague had weakened under the purifying aura of the cows, making this the perfect time for him to act.

Although the cows were not moving fast, they were close enough for Ling Juan to realize the danger.

Just as the cow approached the spirit scroll, the plague sensed a threat. Its body suddenly rolled back its eyes, showing extreme unease.

The plague attempts to replenish its energy by approaching the cows, hoping to regain its strength and resist the purifying effect of the cow herd.

Jiang Chuan's prediction was absolutely accurate.

Taking advantage of the plague's distraction, he instructed the cows to speed up and bring them closer to the scroll.

The cow quickened its pace, leaving deep tracks in the grass, while Jiang Chuan gripped its mane tightly to maintain his balance.

Just as the plague was about to reach the cows' bodies and absorb their energy, Jiang Chuan suddenly exerted his strength, guiding the cows to sprint at an even faster speed.

The cow's sprint caught the plague off guard, and its already weakened body swayed precariously under the sudden impact.

The power of the plague crumbled instantly under the impact of the cow, whose body was like a candle flickering in the wind, almost collapsing.

Then, Ling Juan seized the opportunity and used the power of the cow's milk to replenish her body's energy.

Cow's milk, pure and full of life, is a precious resource for Lingjuan.

Lingjuan's mouth opened slightly as she gently suckled at the cow's soft flesh, the milk flowing down her throat and infusing her body, weakened by the plague, with new vitality.

As the milk supply increased, the demonic plague controlling the spirit scroll within the body began to become more volatile.

The plague's power recovered somewhat under the nourishment of breast milk, but it could not adapt to this sudden change.

The plague struggled within Ling Juan's body, attempting to regain control, which caused Ling Juan to begin experiencing discomfort.

"Ah!" Ling Juan suddenly let out a comfortable sound, a hint of languor in her voice, as she enjoyed the nourishment of the breast milk.

But this sound made Jiang Chuan's heart tighten; the recovery of the plague meant a new threat.

Although the Spirit Scroll has temporarily received help from the milk, the plague's violent temper indicates that it has not been truly subdued.

Jiang Chuan reacted by jumping off the cow and standing beside Ling Juan, ready to deal with any possible situation.

Lingjuan's body gradually regained its strength under the nourishment of breast milk.

Just then, the spirit scroll's body suddenly trembled, and then it let out a deep roar, a sound full of power.

The plague's struggle within the spirit scroll was quelled by this roar, and its violent emotions were somewhat brought under control.

Ling Juan's body still appeared weak, and the remnants of the plague were as stubborn as a rock, difficult to eradicate completely.

Jiang Chuan knew that it would be difficult to completely get rid of the plague's shackles with the power of the spirit scroll alone.

He could not stand idly by at this moment, so he began to depict the Ghost Face Appendix.

This was a secret technique he had prepared to deal with such anomalies.

Jiang Chuan clasped his hands together and made a gesture in the air, each gesture containing profound runes and power.

He muttered to himself, "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, gods of heaven and earth, bestow blessings upon all living beings."

As Jiang Chuan chanted the incantation, a powerful spiritual force began to condense in the air. This spiritual force, like an invisible wave, slowly extended towards Ling Juan's body.

Every word Jiang Chuan spoke seemed to open doors leading to a pure land within Ling Juan's body.

"A strong wind drives away the plague, a raging fire burns away the demon, a gentle breeze cleanses, and pure water purifies the body."

Jiang Chuan's voice grew louder and louder, and his incantation became more and more powerful.

As he chanted his incantation, runes began to appear on Ling Juan's body.

These runes burned like flames, dispelling the gloom brought by the plague.

Under the influence of this powerful spiritual energy, Ling Juan's body began to undergo subtle changes.

Its skin gradually became smooth, and the rough texture that had been caused by the plague gradually disappeared.

The suffocating stench began to dissipate, replaced by a fresh scent.

Jiang Chuan's incantations were like a gentle spring breeze, nourishing Ling Juan's body and mind. Each incantation was like a clear spring flowing into Ling Juan's body, dispelling the gloom within and gradually calming his breathing.

Jiang Chuan knew that the power of the incantation alone was not enough to completely eradicate the plague within the spirit scroll.

He looked around and his gaze fell on the herd of cows grazing leisurely.

These cows, though seemingly ordinary, possess a pure natural power that he needs right now.

"Ling Juan, hold on!"

Jiang Chuan's voice was filled with urgency. As he continued chanting the incantation, he extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to form a special hand seal. This was his secret method for summoning the power of nature.

As Jiang Chuan moved, the surrounding air began to fluctuate, and a subtle change spread through the herd of cows.

The once carefree cows sensed something. They stopped eating, raised their heads, and looked at Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan with curious yet wary eyes.

Jiang Chuan silently recited the incantation in his heart, his voice becoming deeper and more powerful: "The spirit of the cow, the breath of nature, gather here to help me purify and drive away the plague."

As he chanted the incantation, an invisible energy surged from the herd of cows, gently enveloping Ling Juan like a light rain.

With the energy support of the dairy herd, Lingjuan's body began to gradually regain its vitality.

The chilling aura of the plague was dispelled by this natural force, and Ling Juan's face turned from pale to rosy, his eyes revealing a glimmer of life.

At this critical moment, the Ghost Face Plague, which controls the Spirit Scroll, launched a final counterattack.

The power of the Ghost Face Plague accumulated within Ling Juan's body erupted like a flood bursting its banks.

The black aura surrounding Ling Juan's body transformed into countless sharp arrows. These arrows varied in shape, some sharp as cones and others as wide as knives. Each one contained immense destructive power and shot towards the herd of cows.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan's expression instantly turned serious, and he exclaimed, "This is bad!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chuan's body flashed in front of these attacks like a gust of wind.

He moved swiftly, racing against time.

A sword appeared in his hand, radiating a deep blue light and accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar, clearly a treasure imbued with powerful spiritual energy.

Jiang Chuan swung his sword, the blade drawing a graceful arc in the air before spinning instantly.

The blade spun faster and faster, tearing the surrounding air apart with its rotation and producing a piercing whistling sound.

Jiang Chuan's sword acted like a shield, blocking the cows and the arrows.

clang!
With a loud bang, the sword and the arrow collided, producing intense sparks.

The arrows shattered under the powerful force of the sword blade, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The dairy cows were spared from the disaster. They scattered in terror, but soon gathered together and looked at Jiang Chuan with curiosity and gratitude.

"Die!" The Ghost Face Plague surged from Ling Juan's body, transforming into a gigantic hand covered with twisted patterns and eerie runes, containing evil power.

The palm expanded rapidly in the air, its shadow looming over Jiang Chuan, preparing to crush Jiang Chuan's skull with a single blow.

Jiang Chuan's expression changed slightly in the face of this sudden attack.

If this attack succeeds, he will surely die.

At this critical moment of life and death, Jiang Chuan did not back down in the slightest.

Just as the giant hand of the Ghost Face Plague was about to touch Jiang Chuan's head, Jiang Chuan suddenly raised the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand high, with the blade pointing to the sky.

As he moved, the Dragon Roar Sword emitted a deafening dragon roar, a sound like the furious cry of a dragon awakening, reverberating in the air and shaking one's mind.

This dragon's roar was not merely a vibration of sound, but also an explosion of the spiritual power within the Dragon Roar Sword.

The sword instantly emitted a dazzling light, containing powerful spiritual energy that threatened to tear everything around it apart.

The Dragon Roar Sword spun in Jiang Chuan's hand, forming an invisible barrier to block the Ghost Face Plague's attacks.

"Break!" Jiang Chuan shouted, and the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand shot out like an arrow, piercing straight towards the giant hand formed by the Ghost Face Plague.

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air with a piercing, sharp sound, and the spiritual energy gathered at the tip of the sword formed a dazzling light.

clang!
With a loud bang, the sword blade collided with the giant hand, generating a burst of intense sparks.

The giant hand of the Ghost Face Plague shattered under Jiang Chuan's Dragon Roar Sword, turning into countless fragments that dissipated into the air.

The evil power contained within those fragments was also devoured by the spiritual power of the Dragon Roar Sword, disappearing without a trace.

Jiang Chuan took the opportunity to step back and steady himself. His breathing gradually calmed down, and his body regained its balance with the energy support of the cows.

A victorious smile spread across his face, a glimmer of hope finally seen after countless life-or-death struggles.

He reached out and gently patted Lingjuan's shoulder, conveying his joy of victory.

"Ling Juan, we won," Jiang Chuan said.

After saying this, Jiang Chuan's gaze fell on Ling Juan. He noticed that Ling Juan did not immediately get up to celebrate as he had expected, but was still drinking her milk.

It turns out that during the fierce battle just now, the Spirit Scroll had to temporarily give up resisting in order to conserve its strength, and it is now replenishing its energy.

Jiang Chuan walked over, squatted down, gently patted Ling Juan's back, and said softly, "Don't rush, take your time."

Jiang Chuan then turned to the herd of cows, his gaze sweeping over each one. They had been exceptionally brave in the battle just now, showing no fear even when facing the attack of the Ghost Face Plague.

He stood up, raised his hand in respect to the cows, without whose help they would have found it difficult to achieve such a victory.

At Jiang Chuan's signal, the cows slowly dispersed, looking at Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan with calm eyes, as if to say, "We are safe now, you can rest assured." (End of Chapter)