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

He stared intently at the golden light emanating from the southern city, his mind flashing back to the scene from two years ago—the black-robed man standing atop a mountain of corpses, and the army of two hundred thousand undead breaching Hulao Pass.
"Jiangchuan?"

Pei Guoguo grabbed his arm.

"what happened to you?"

Jiang Chuan abruptly shook her off and staggered back two steps.

"It's him. It must be him coming back."

"Who?"

Chen Ping gripped the hilt of his sword alertly.

Jiang Chuan didn't answer, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Everyone gasped, and Pei Guoguo quickly supported him.

"You are hurt?"

"Xie Xuan."

Jiang Chuan's voice was hoarse.

"Xie Xuan may already be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chuan suddenly broke free from Pei Guoguo, formed a hand seal, and disappeared into the shadows like ink.

"Shadow Cloak?"

Wang Han's eyes widened.

"Where did he go?"

No one could answer. The shouts of battle from the front yard grew closer, and the stench of rotting corpses wafted into the backyard.

The young monk Kongkong huddled in the corner, his prayer beads spinning rapidly.

Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha.

Chen Qing drew his twin swords, his face pale.

"We cannot sit idly by."

"Go to the front yard."

Chen Ping said in a deep voice.

"Help General He."

As soon as everyone rushed out of the backyard, they saw a horrifying scene—among the densely packed corpses, there were twelve unusual figures.

They walked silently in the rain, carrying three brand-new black lacquered coffins on their shoulders.

The rainwater on the coffin gathered into a thin stream, and when it dripped, it made a crisp sound, like some kind of eerie musical instrument.

On the foremost coffin, a complex rune was drawn with gold powder, shimmering in the rain.

"Then what is that?"

Pei Guoguo's voice trembled.

No one answered. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, as if the coffin contained something far more terrifying than all the corpses outside combined.

In the front yard, He Liang was already in a killing frenzy. His Mad Blade, Sorrow-Slaying, had drunk its fill of rotten blood, and its blade glowed with an eerie red light.

More than half of the armored soldiers around him had been killed, but the number of corpses was increasing.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

He Liang's face turned deathly pale, and the spear in his hand trembled with a buzzing sound.

The defensive line of three thousand armored soldiers behind him was as fragile as paper under this oppressive force; the soldiers in the front row were so weak in the knees that they could barely stand.

The twelve corpses suddenly accelerated, and the three coffins bounced up and down with their running, making a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound.

The army of the dead parted like a tide, allowing the coffin-carrying corpses to pass, before quickly regrouping and changing direction to surge southward.

"Jiangchuan is in danger!"

Pei Guoguo exclaimed in surprise, her slender figure leaping over the city wall and soaring southwards through the eaves.

The jade pendant at her waist hummed rapidly as she ran, a signal that Jiang Chuan was in danger.

"Stop those coffins!"

He Liang roared and gave the order, but the wave of dead bodies had completely spiraled out of control.

The defensive line of three thousand armored soldiers was like a small boat in a storm, instantly scattered and broken.

The young monk Kongkong stood on the city wall, his prayer beads spinning rapidly in his hand.

"Not good! Benefactor Jiang Chuan!"

Before he finished speaking, a blinding sword light shot into the sky from the direction of the Liang Prince's Mansion.

"Pulse Origin Heavenly Sword!"

someone exclaimed.

The sword light poured down like a silver river, instantly cleaving the dark sky.

General Gu Cheng, the General Who Guards the West, appeared at the end of the sword light, with Lu Jianxiong, who was equally imposing, beside him.

The two joined forces and unleashed a sword strike that stretched for three hundred feet, accurately hitting two of the coffins.

"boom!"

The moment the coffin exploded, two figures slowly rose from the wood chips.

The man on the left was dressed in a black robe with a sinister face, and the demonic sword in his hand was stained with blood and exuded a strong bloody smell; the man on the right was an old woman with white hair, her left arm was severed at the shoulder, and she held a jade cane in her right hand.

"Wang Zhenyu, the Demon Lord of Thousand Caves City!"

Gu Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Didn't he die thirty years ago?"

Lu Jianxiong's expression was equally grim.

"Who is that Jade Staff Granny from Dream Butterfly Peak of the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect?"

The two corpses opened their eyes simultaneously, their blood-red pupils shooting out a terrifying light.

Wang Zhenyu's lips curled into a strange smile, and the Demon Sword Bloodshed suddenly emitted a piercing shriek.

"careful!"

With a roar, Gu Cheng unleashed the Pulse Source Heavenly Sword once more.

The white-haired old woman—Grandma Jade Cane—swung her remaining right arm, and her jade cane drew an arc of light, actually severing the sword energy of the Lonely City.

At the same time, Wang Zhenyu took a step forward, lotus flowers blooming in the void beneath his feet, and the demonic sword, dripping with blood, brought forth a towering wave of blood.

"The battle of the five realms! Step aside!"

Lu Jianxiong pushed aside several armored soldiers beside him, formed hand seals, and thirty-six golden talismans appeared around his body.

The blood wave collided with the talisman, unleashing a deafening roar.

The shockwave overturned all the buildings within a hundred feet radius, and rubble and debris rained down like a storm.

Gu Cheng and Lu Jianxiong were knocked back more than ten steps, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

"They are not living people, but they have retained their cultivation levels from their previous lives."

Gu Cheng wiped away the bloodstains, his eyes burning with even greater fighting spirit.

Wang Zhenyu let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and the Demon Sword Bloodshed suddenly split into hundreds of blood-red sword shadows.

The Jade Staff Granny was eerily suspended in mid-air, her jade staff pointing towards the third coffin that was moving away.

"We can't let them succeed!"

Lu Jianxiong bit his finger and drew a blood talisman on his palm.

"Heavenly Gang Subdues Demons!"

The golden talisman transformed into thirty-six light swords, which clashed fiercely with the blood-red sword shadows in the air.

Each clash caused spatial tremors, tearing open the dark clouds above the western city to reveal the blood-red moon behind them.

Gu Cheng seized the opportunity, flashed behind Wang Zhenyu, and aimed the Pulse Source Heavenly Sword straight at his heart.

However, the Demon Sword Bloodshed seemed to possess a spirit and automatically returned to defense.

With a clang, the fatal blow was blocked.

"Damn it!"

Gu Cheng cursed under his breath, then suddenly felt a pang of fear.

He turned around abruptly and found that Granny Jade Staff had appeared behind Lu Jianxiong at some point, her jade staff aimed at his back.

"Old Lu!"

At the critical moment, a dark figure sprang up from the ground and blocked the attack with his body.

"puff--"

The dark figure spat out a mouthful of blood; it was He Liang.

"General He!"

Lu Jianxiong's eyes widened in fury, and he slapped the Jade Staff Granny with his backhand.

The latter chuckled wickedly, his figure vanished like smoke, and reappeared a hundred feet away.

The battle reached a stalemate, and the third coffin had disappeared at the end of the southern street.
Meanwhile, in a dark alley in the south of the city.

Jiang Chuan's figure tumbled out of the shadows, his face pale.

He had just used Shadow Cloak to track the coffin, but was forced out of the shadows by a terrifying pressure halfway through.

"who"

He gripped his longsword tightly and cautiously looked around.

"Jiang Chuan!"

Pei Guoguo jumped off the roof, her face anxious. "Jiang Chuan might have been taken to the mass grave in the south of the city!"

Just as Jiang Chuan was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and he pulled Pei Guoguo behind him.

In the darkness, four corpses slowly carried the last coffin out. The runes on the surface of the coffin lit up, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Back off."

Jiang Chuan said in a low voice, drawing his longsword, its blade shimmering with a pale blue light.

Pei Guoguo bit her lip.

"You go first, I'll hold them off!"

"Do not be silly."

Jiang Chuan didn't even turn his head.

"These are not ordinary corpses; you can't handle them."

The four corpses stopped in their tracks, their empty eye sockets “looking” at the two people.

The coffin lid suddenly shook and made a muffled "thump," as if something inside was about to break out of the coffin.

Jiang Chuan no longer hesitated, pointed his long sword to the sky, and chanted an incantation.

"Thousand Swords Formation, activate!"

In an instant, thousands of lightsabers appeared around him, all pointing at the corpses and coffins.

The first wave of sword rain roared out, pinning four corpses to the spot. But more dead bodies surged in from all directions, pushing and shoving forward.

"The second wave!"

Jiang Chuan changed his sword technique, and thousands more light swords condensed in the void.

The coffin vibrated more and more violently, and the runes on its surface began to extinguish one by one.

As the last rune disappeared, the coffin lid exploded open!

Jiang Chuan's second wave of sword rain arrived just in time, and all of the thousands of lightsabers hit the coffin.

Amidst the flying sawdust, four corpses were hacked to pieces, and the figure in the coffin finally revealed its true form—

"Click——"

The sound of the black coffin lid shattering was particularly jarring in the deathly silent tomb.

Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the figure that slowly rose from the coffin.

"what happened?"

Pei Guoguo noticed his unusual behavior and nervously grabbed his sleeve.

Jiang Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed, but no sound came out.

The dilapidated corpse—though only half of it remained—was clearly the old eunuch Zhu Lu from the Liang Prince's Mansion, with his familiar eunuch robes and sinister face!
Three months ago, the scene of that earth-shattering battle at the Liang Prince's Mansion reappeared in Jiang Chuan's mind.

Uncle-Master Ye Qiu cleaved open the main hall of the Prince's Mansion with a single sword strike, and he and Zhu Lu soared into the sky. The two figures intersected in the clouds, their sword energy stretching for three thousand miles. Later, the two disappeared, and most of the Prince's Mansion was reduced to ruins.

"Zhu Lu, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Chuan muttered to himself, his hand gripping the sword trembling slightly.

If Zhu Lu's body appears in this ancient tomb, then Uncle-Master Ye Qiu...
Before he could think it through, the corpse in the coffin had already stood up completely.

On that mangled body, black and red flesh buds writhed and intertwined at the wounds severed by sword energy, like living things.

The most horrifying thing was the eyes—there were no pupils, only two clumps of flowing pus and blood, emitting a nauseating stench.

"Back off!"

Jiang Chuan pushed Pei Guoguo behind him and quickly formed hand seals.

"Heavenly Profound Sword Formation, activate!"

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

Seventy-two flying swords responded and formed a sword net in mid-air.

The second wave of sword rain, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, shot straight at Zhu Lu and the restless wave of dead men behind him.

"Ants."

Zhu Lu let out a hoarse chuckle and gently waved his rotting arm.

"boom!"

The terrifying pressure from the Five Realms Sages swept in like a tsunami.

Jiang Chuan's flying sword was crushed into dust before it even got close, and the sword formation instantly collapsed. The violent impact of the demonic energy struck Jiang Chuan like a thunderbolt, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into the stone wall of the tomb.

"puff--"

Jiang Chuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he felt excruciating pain as if his internal organs had shifted.

"Jiang Chuan!"

Pei Guoguo exclaimed in surprise and was about to step forward when she saw Zhu Lu's figure appear in front of Jiang Chuan like a ghost.

"careful!"

Jiang Chuan struggled to get up, but saw a petite figure resolutely blocking his way.

"Red Pine Sword Technique!"

Pei Guoguo let out a sharp cry, and the Red Pine Sword in her hand emitted a dazzling red light.

Zhu Lu's rotting face revealed a mocking expression, and he simply flicked his finger.

"boom!"

Pei Guoguo flew out like a kite with a broken string, the Red Pine Sword slipped from her hand, and she spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

"Guoguo!"

Jiang Chuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he endured the excruciating pain as he leaped into the air, catching Pei Guoguo's petite body in mid-air.

The girl's face was deathly pale, blood kept spilling from the corner of her mouth, and her breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Let's walk faster!"

Pei Guoguo managed to utter a few words, her eyes already beginning to glaze over.

"No!"

Jiang Chuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and an unprecedented rage burned in his chest.

He gently placed Pei Guoguo on a relatively flat stone slab, turned to face Zhu Lu, and his eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

"Old eunuch!"

Jiang Chuan roared and pointed his sword at the sky.

"Mountain Spirit, appear!"

"Om-"

A beam of azure light shot out from his dantian, transforming into a long, emerald-green sword in mid-air.

As the sword trembled, the ethereal image of a slender woman dressed in green slowly emerged.

The woman had a cold and aloof expression, with exquisite features. She held a long sword identical to her own and stared coldly at Zhu Lu.

"Sword Spirit?"

Zhu Lu's bloodshot eyes showed surprise, followed by a sinister grin.

"How dare a mere sword spirit be so insolent before me!"

The mountain spirit did not answer, but simply waved his sword lightly.

A beam of azure sword energy poured down like moonlight, carving a furrow several feet deep into the ground wherever it passed.

Zhu Lu dared not be negligent, crossing his rotting arms to block.

With a loud "boom," he was cleaved back more than ten steps by the sword, and a large piece of rotten flesh on his arm was cut away.

"What a strong sword energy!"

Jiang Chuan was startled.

He knew that the Mountain Spirit had an extraordinary background, but he never expected that it could suppress Zhu Lu, who was at the level of a fifth-realm sage.

The mountain spirit glanced back at Jiang Chuan, its cool gaze softening before transforming into a streak of green light and rushing towards Zhu Lu.

The two "people" instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their sword energy crisscrossing and their demonic energy surging. The aftershocks of the battle even sent rubble flying from the top of the tomb chamber.

The mountain spirit intentionally led the battle to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the two had broken through the top of the tomb and were fiercely fighting in the night sky.

Jiang Chuan looked up and saw the blue light and blood light colliding continuously among the clouds, bursting out with a deafening roar.

"Mountain Spirit, you must win!"

Jiang Chuan clenched his fist, feeling both gratified and bittersweet.

He was gratified by the mountain spirit's extraordinary strength, but bitter that his own cultivation level was too low to provide her with more support.

Just then, a chilling rustling sound came from all directions.

Jiang Chuan turned around abruptly, his expression changing drastically—the wave of dead men that had been blocked by the sword formation had surged forward during the gap in the broken sword formation!

"Oops!"

Jiang Chuan quickly calmed down, waved his right hand, and the black jade sword flew out, setting up a sword array barrier around Pei Guoguo. At the same time, he made a hand seal with his left hand and let out a sharp shout.

"Yagi, unsheathe!"

"Zheng——"

A jet-black sword light shot up from behind him, its blade wreathed in eerie ghostly energy.

Amidst the clang of swords, the phantom of a tall ghost general clad in black armor appeared, his eyes gleaming with a greedy green light. (End of Chapter)