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

Deng Yinhe's expression changed drastically, and in haste, he pushed the Mountain and River Seal toward Jiangchuan. The miniature Mountain and River Seal grew rapidly in the wind, instantly transforming into a hundred-zhang-long object, which collided violently with the sword energy of the setting sun over the long river.

"boom--"

Amidst the deafening explosion, Deng Yinhe was thrown back and crashed heavily onto the floating ice dozens of feet away.

Although the Mountain and River Seal was weakened, it still pressed down on Jiangchuan. Although its speed was reduced, its power remained undiminished.

Jiang Chuan's face was pale, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He knew he was no longer able to unleash any stronger sword techniques, and he had only two choices: dodge, and hundreds of people on the ice floe would perish; or fight back, and he would surely die.

"Jiang Chuan!"

Wu Shuang's shouts came from afar.

She was locked in combat with Zeng Xianming when she saw Jiang Chuan in danger and wanted to step aside to help.

“Miss Wu, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business.”

Zeng Xianming's sword strikes were like a rainbow, forcing Wu Shuang to retreat.

"Lord Deng only wants Jiang Chuan to cooperate with the investigation; he won't harm him."

"fart!"

Wu Shuang cursed angrily, her longsword transforming into a streak of silver light as she thrust it straight at Zeng Xianming's throat.

"Under the imprint of mountains and rivers, who can survive?"

Zeng Xianming stepped aside and sneered.

"Jiang Chuan brought that on himself!"

The two exchanged blows with their swords, and it was difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

The Mountain and River Seal was already close to Jiang Chuan's head, and the terrifying pressure caused the floating ice beneath his feet to begin to crack.

Chaos erupted among the people on the ice floes. Some tried to jump into the lake to escape, but were instantly frozen by the icy water.

Some people knelt down and prayed, hoping for a miracle; many more watched the approaching Shanheyin in despair, their faces ashen.

"Deng Yinhe! Take back your Shanhe Seal!"

Jiang Chuan roared, his voice echoing across the lake.

In the distance, Deng Yinhe struggled to his feet, and his expression changed drastically upon hearing the shouts.

He hurriedly made hand seals and chanted incantations, trying to retrieve the Mountain and River Seal, but found that the spiritual energy order on Moonlit Lake had been disrupted and the secret technique had lost control.

"Oops."

Deng Yinhe's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his expression was more solemn than ever before.

Although he wanted to teach Jiang Chuan a lesson, he never thought he would drag so many innocent people down with him.

His hands trembled as he maintained the hand seal of the Mountain and River Seal. The large golden seal slowly rotated above Moonlit Lake, and with each rotation, its oppressive power increased.

The lake surface was pressed into a depression a hundred feet in diameter, and the wreckage of the giant ship creaked under the weight.

"Oops."

Deng Yinhe swallowed the blood that welled up in his mouth.

As the head retainer of the Liang Prince's mansion, he was all too aware of the consequences of smashing down the Mountain and River Seal.

Not only will countless people die or be injured, but it will also trigger overwhelming karmic consequences that even a saint would find difficult to bear.

On the deck of the giant ship, more than ten cultivators had already knelt on the ground, blood seeping from their seven orifices.

A young disciple struggled to grab the gunwale and shouted hoarsely.

"Senior Deng! Stop!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was overcome by the oppressive force and fainted.

Deng Yinhe's eye twitched.

How could he not want to stop? "But the Mountain and River Seal is a life-saving technique personally taught by the King of Liang. Once it is used, one will either have to flee for the rest of one's life to avoid karma, or die on the spot and disappear from the Dao." Just as the thought arose, a blue figure suddenly leaped into the air.

"Old dog Deng, your hand seal technique is still not up to par!"

Jiang Chuan laughed and formed hand seals, his ten fingers flying like butterflies.

A golden light shone between his brows, and in an instant, he completed thirty-six complex hand seals.

"Moving mountains and overturning seas, shifting the universe—spin this!"

A water column hundreds of feet high erupted from the lake surface.

The golden seal suddenly trembled violently and, to everyone's astonishment, abruptly changed direction, crashing towards the military ship three hundred feet away.

"No!"

Deng Yinhe's eyes were bloodshot.

The moment the golden seal fell, the world fell silent.

With a deafening roar, the more than 600 armored soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were buried at the bottom of the lake, along with their boats, hundreds of feet deep.

The shockwave created towering waves that smashed several nearby small boats into pieces.

After the waves subsided, a few pieces of wood floated on the lake.

A general with a blood-covered face grabbed the driftwood; it was Zeng Xianming, the commander-in-chief of the military command.

He stared intently at Jiang Chuan, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Cloud Sea Immortal Sect, I will fight you to the death!"

Jiang Chuan gracefully landed on the half-mast, his white clothes fluttering in the wind.

he sneered.

"General Zeng should first think about how to explain this to the imperial court. Six hundred elite troops perished in Moonlit Lake; this is a crime of dereliction of duty."

He deliberately dragged out the tone of his voice.

"I'm afraid even the King of Liang can't protect you."

"you!"

Zeng Xianming was so angry that he trembled all over and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Deng Yinhe had already regained his footing, and his expression turned even more unpleasant upon hearing this.

He said in a sinister tone.

"Jiang Chuan, do you know that you just killed imperial soldiers? No matter how transcendent the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect may be, would it dare to be an enemy of the entire Northern Territory?"

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Chuan laughed loudly, his laughter accompanied by crisscrossing sword energy that sliced ​​the oncoming waves into countless droplets.

"Deng Yinhe, when you threw the Mountain and River Seal at me, did you not consider the dignity of the Immortal Sect?"

He abruptly stopped laughing, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Listen up—those who offend my immortal sect, no matter how far away, will be punished! Let alone a mere military garrison, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have to ask the Azure Frost Sword in my hand first!"

These words resonated deeply, causing ripples to spread across the lake.

The monks on the wrecked ship looked at each other, and someone whispered.

"The Cloud Sea Immortal Sect is indeed domineering."

Deng Yinhe was horrified.

He originally thought Jiang Chuan was just an ordinary inner disciple, but he didn't expect him to be able to easily break the Mountain and River Seal.

The purity of the true energy displayed by the opponent when using the Mountain Moving Seal clearly indicated that they had already touched the threshold of "Refining Emptiness and Uniting with the Dao".

"We must capture him."

Deng Yinhe gritted his teeth inwardly.

If the person who died in the dungeon was indeed a prince of the Yan Kingdom, the Liang Prince's Mansion would face annihilation.

And this disciple of the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect in front of us is likely the only one who knows the truth.

Thinking of this, Deng Yinhe suddenly launched an attack.

Twelve golden rays flew out from his sleeve; they were the Dragon-Locking Nails, a secret technique passed down in the Liang Prince's Mansion.

Each golden nail is engraved with runes, specifically designed to break through a cultivator's protective aura.

Jiang Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Mountain Moving Seal had already consumed ninety percent of his true energy, and now his dantian felt empty and burning.

He gritted his teeth, reached into his robes, and pulled out a crimson pill the size of a longan.

"The Great Rejuvenation Pill?!"

Deng Yinhe cried out in shock.

This is a rare treasure that can instantly restore all true energy; there are fewer than ten of these in the entire Northern Territory.

Jiang Chuan swallowed the pill without hesitation.

The surging medicinal power erupted like a volcano, and faint blood mist spewed from every pore of his body.

This was a sign that his meridians were overburdened, but he instead showed a look of ecstatic joy—because the depleted sword intent within his body was reviving.

"Asking the Way and Borrowing a Sword"

Jiang Chuan muttered to himself, recalling that snowy night three years ago.

Xie Xuan, drunk, carried a wine jug and drew the sword mark that would change his fate on the ice.

"Watch closely, kid!"

Xie Xuan's voice is as clear as yesterday in my memory.

"The unparalleled martial arts of the Central Plains Sword Emperor lineage do not lie in the exquisiteness of the moves, but in the pursuit of the Dao!"

Suddenly, the wine jug shattered, and thousands of wine droplets transformed into sword energy, slicing the ice of the entire lake into lotus flower shapes.

At that moment, Jiang Chuan stood on the swaying mast and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, observing his mind through the Dao. The sound of the waves on Moonlit Lake gradually faded away, replaced by the rushing sounds of countless streams and rivers.

Although these rivers lose their shape after flowing into the lake, the imagery of flowing to the sea and never returning is forever imprinted on the lake water.

"I see."

Jiang Chuan smiled slightly.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, lightly slicing through the air in front of him. A wisp of azure true energy, like a fish entering water, silently disappeared into the lake's surface.

Deng Yinhe sneered upon seeing this.

"Even when you're at your last gasp, you still dare to play tricks!"

He clasped his hands together, and the twelve Dragon-Locking Nails transformed into golden lightning bolts, striking Jiang Chuan's vital acupoints.

Just as the golden nail was less than three feet from the target, a sudden change occurred!
"Zheng——"

The clear, melodious sound of the sword echoed through the sky.

Moonlit Lake suddenly boiled, with countless water droplets rising into the air, each drop reflecting a sharp sword light.

These sword lights faintly formed the phantom of a surging river, which was the manifestation of the essence of all the rivers in the thirteen northern states!

"Seeking the Dao and Borrowing a Sword: All Rivers Flow to the Sea!"

Jiang Chuan hovered above Moonlit Lake on his sword, the Azure Frost Sword beneath his feet emitting a clear, melodious dragon's roar.

His sword intent surged like a mighty river, creating three-foot waves on the lake's surface.

This was not a move recorded in the "Great River Sword Intent" sword manual—he lightly drew a sword with his left hand and made a grasping motion with his right hand, and actually drew out a transparent longsword made entirely of water from the vast lake.

"Using water as a sword?"

Deng Yinhe's pupils suddenly contracted.

He clearly sensed that Jiang Chuan's true energy was exhausted, yet at this moment it erupted with a sword intent even more terrifying than in its prime.

That water sword appeared transparent and fragile, but in reality it contained the immense power of the entire Moonlit Lake.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Deng Yinhe roared, unleashing the full power of a Supreme Being of the Fourth Realm.

His palms shone with golden light, and a Vajra image three zhang tall appeared behind him.

"I'd like to see how long you can hold out like a spent arrow!"

Jiang Chuan did not answer, but suddenly changed his stance—his left hand gripped his right wrist, and the water sword suddenly lengthened, transforming into a rushing river of sword energy.

He shouted in a deep voice.

"The sword intent of the great river, the long river rolls on!"

"boom--"

The surface of the entire Moonlit Lake suddenly sank three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Countless streams of water rose against the heavens, coalescing in the night sky into a silver river of sword energy spanning hundreds of feet.

The scholar in Confucian robes watching the battle by the lake closed his folding fan and exclaimed in amazement.

"Borrowing the power of heaven and earth to forge a sword, it already possesses two-tenths of the Sword Emperor's style."

The girl in the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) next to him pouted.

"Senior brother is blind. The Sword Emperor borrowed the Nine Heavens Star River back then, while he only borrowed a lake of water, at most a fraction of it."

As the two were talking, the river of sword energy collided violently with Deng Yinhe's Vajra Dharma Form.

Golden light and water vapor splashed together, forming a magnificent rainbow in mid-air.

Fan Su, the top courtesan of the brothel on the wrecked giant ship, covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise.

"This is the Taoist art? It's truly wondrous and extraordinary!"

Xiao Man, who was beside her, kept her eyes fixed on the battlefield and suddenly pointed to a certain spot.

"Sister, look!"

Beneath the rainbow, cracks appeared in Deng Yinhe's golden giant hand.

Jiang Chuan's sword momentum continued unabated, and the long river of sword energy flowed endlessly like a real river, crashing against the Dharma image wave after wave.

"impossible!"

The veins on Deng Yinhe's forehead bulged.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto his palms.

The golden light suddenly surged, temporarily resisting the impact of the sword energy.

Anyone could see that this supreme being of the fourth realm was showing signs of decline.

On the distant ice floes, a group of young noblemen were already stunned. Among them, a young man in brocade robes murmured.

"This isn't a martial arts contest, it's a battle of gods!"

Before the words were even finished, the battlefield suddenly changed!
"Brother Deng, don't panic, I, Zhao, am here!"

A figure in cyan robes rode the waves and arrived; it was Zhao Zhen, another chief retainer of the Liang Prince's Mansion.

This man was dressed as a scholar, holding a jade flute, seemingly refined but harboring murderous intent.

He lightly waved his jade flute, and the sound wave slashed towards Jiang Chuan's back.

Deng Yinhe's expression suddenly changed.

"Get out of my way! I don't need any help!"

His momentary distraction caused new cracks to appear on the golden Dharma image.

Jiang Chuan sneered, not dodging or avoiding the sound waves coming from behind.

Just as the sound waves were about to reach his body, an ancient dragon roar suddenly resounded from his soul sea—

"Ow!"

The sound waves silently dissipated three feet behind Jiang Chuan.

Zhao Zhen's expression changed drastically, and a fine crack appeared on the jade flute.

"What the hell?!"

Zhao Zhen gasped in shock.

Deng Yinhe seized this fleeting opportunity, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He suddenly retracted his Dharma form and formed a strange hand seal with his hands.

"Junior, you've forced me to use this move; your death is worthwhile!"

Suddenly, a vertical line appeared between his brows, and a divine thought, solid as a tangible object, shot out!

This is a soul attack unique to the Four Realms Supremes. If an ordinary cultivator is hit by it, he will either become mentally impaired or have his soul scattered.

His divine sense pierced through Jiang Chuan's brow in an instant, like an arrow!
"Hahaha!"

Deng Yinhe laughed loudly.

"No matter how skilled your swordsmanship, once your soul sea is shattered..."

"what?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Deng Yinhe suddenly trembled violently, and blood spurted from all seven orifices at the same time.

He seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, letting out a howl that was not human.

"Dragon! It's a dragon!!"

Only he himself knew that the moment that divine sense entered Jiang Chuan's soul sea, what he saw was not the chaotic mist of ordinary cultivators, but a vast ocean burning with Xuanhuang flames.

Deep in the ocean, a pair of golden dragon eyes, comparable to the sun and moon, slowly opened.
"puff--"

Deng Yinhe looked up and spat out blood, and his Dharma image collapsed with a crash.

He staggered backward, his face still frozen in extreme terror.

That divine thought had been completely annihilated, leaving not a trace.

Jiang Chuan smiled slightly.

After the Xuanhuang Dragon Soul failed to seize the body, its remnant soul was suppressed in the depths of the Soul Sea by the Aurora Sword Seal.

Deng Yinhe dared to invade with his divine sense; he was simply courting death.

"It's time to finish."

Jiang Chuan turned his sword finger, and the river of sword energy suddenly contracted, condensing into a giant sword three zhang long.

The sword's blade is as transparent as crystal, yet its interior flows with the water essence power accumulated by Moonlit Lake over a thousand years.

Deng Yinhe's soul was injured at this moment, and his strength was reduced to less than one-tenth.

"what--!"

Deng Yinhe's screams stopped abruptly as he plummeted from the sky.

The divine thought that invaded Jiang Chuan's soul sea was shattered by the Xuanhuang Dragon Soul, and the backlash caused his soul sea to churn like boiling water, with spiderweb-like cracks crawling all over the soul mirror floating in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Chuan endured his splitting headache, watching helplessly as the residual force of the river of sword energy he had released slammed into Deng Yinhe.

With a deafening roar, the Fourth Realm Supreme slammed into the floating ice of Moonlit Lake, shattering a three-zhang-deep crater in the ice, with cracks radiating outwards.

"Three Realms Reversing the Four Realms"

Zeng Xianming's long sword clattered to the ground, and the commander-in-chief of the military affairs department looked on in disbelief.

"The Cloud Sea Immortal Sect actually possesses such a monstrous talent?"

On the other side of the ice floe, Wu Shuang took the opportunity to retrieve the two blood-stained flying swords.

A bloodstain was visible on her pale cheek, but she didn't bother to wipe it away, only staring wide-eyed at Jiang Chuan. (End of Chapter)