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From the top of the precipice, he could sense a faint sharpness, as though the murals were about to leap out, transforming into a sharp spear light that illuminated the horizon.

This should be a match between firearms cultivators. Yi Zhou said.

Should? Mo Xiu smiled indifferently. Brother Yun, is there even a need for you to say that?

Mo Xiu was the same as Yan Chen, both being part of the spear cultivators, and both had a bone marrow obsession with spears.

The true meaning of this mural came from the will power they had gathered during their battle. They only cultivated the spear techniques on the surface, so they had to comprehend the concept contained within. Bai Ming continued.

Yi Zhou laughed, the Thirteen Mystical Prison Monastery's thought process continued. As they continued to look at the stone wall, the details contained within the picture of the cliff became extremely clear at this moment.

The fresco started to move, and a strand of pure will faintly entered Yi Zhou's mind. He frowned, and started to comprehend the additional wisp of Spear Cultivator's will in his body.

What's the matter with you? Ye Shuang asked.

Nothing. Yi Zhou shook his head. However, he felt that this mural seemed to have another meaning to it.

What do you know? Was he worthy of pointing fingers here? When Mo Xiu heard this, he immediately shouted out.

He was a spear cultivator, and had his own pride. Even he did not refute what Bai Ming said previously.

He was just an ant from the land of 100 countries, what right did he have to speak so arrogantly here?

Forget I said anything. Yi Zhou could not be bothered to care about it, and looked towards Yan Chen. Yan Chen, let's go to the front.

Good. Yan Chen nodded and the group walked towards the depths of the cliff.

Looking at the back view of Yi Zhou and the rest, Mo Xiu's and Ye Hen's expression turned cold, killing intent flickered in their eyes.

After that, their gazes all landed on Yi Yi and Yan Qing's bodies. With Yi Zhou's unsightly cultivation, the woman beside them was actually quite beautiful.

Was this schadenfreude?

Yan Chen, how's your comprehension? Yi Zhou was depressed in his heart, and changed the topic.

Yan Chen looked at the stone wall and frowned. Although he was able to comprehend a trace of a Concept, he was only at the Beginner's Perception level. If he wanted to completely comprehend it, he would need more time.

As long as one didn't comprehend a Concept enough, what was hidden deep within that Concept was the true meaning of the stone wall. Yi Zhou said in a deep voice. There shouldn't be anything wrong with the thirteen Profound Holy Hells sect's thoughts. There must be an even more profound existence deep within their concept.

Good. Yan Chen nodded, then began to observe the stone wall to comprehend, and Qing Qing also began to comprehend as well.

Yiyi, let's go to the front. There is the stone wall of the zither path. Yi Zhou said, then the two of them walked forward, and then sat down in front of the zither path stone wall and began to comprehend.

As his thoughts revolved, the murals in the Thirteen Mystical Holy Jail Monastery immediately became clear, and every single wisp of pure zither dao concept surged towards Yi Zhou's mind.

The clear ancient zither appeared in a flash. Yi Zhou stroked it lightly with his ten fingers, and following which, the rhythm inside his mind started to play. When he played the zither, he seemed to bathe in a sacred radiance.

Yi Yi also sat down to enjoy her zither, and at the same time, Yi Zhou's zither dao concept and Yi Yi's zither music slowly fused together, the two of them complementing each other, the zither dao's concept continued to improve, and with the Thirteen Mystical Holy Hells idea, the two of them cultivated at a much faster rate.

At the same time, the monster watching anxiously from the side, looked at Yi Zhou with its bright eyes, with its eyes filled with anticipation.

You want to learn too? Yi Zhou said as he looked at the monster.

Hmm. The monster quickly nodded its head.

Go, find a cliff that suits you. Yi Zhou stood up and continued walking forward.

His footsteps paused, Yi Zhou raised his head to look, only to see the image of a battle bear engraved on the cliff, the battle bear was floating in mid air, its entire body bathed in the divine light, its afterimages overlapping, only looking at it, it seemed to have a type of imposing aura rushing over.

Yi Zhou looked at the little monster and saw that his bright beast eyes were a little brighter. It looked like he was really looking forward to the mural.

As the thoughts of the Sacred Prison Monastery started to circulate once again, scenes started to appear in Yi Zhou's mind. In the air, the battle bear was flying high above.

At this moment, Yi Zhou felt that he was soaring above the sky, the battle intent was tempering his spirit and body, the power of the battle bear was unparalleled.

A boundless will descended from the skies, surging into Yi Zhou's mind. He slowly closed his eyes, and the comprehension towards the murals in his heart became deeper and deeper.

The little monster was also looking at the cliff, but its comprehension was extremely little compared to Yi Zhou's.

Soon after, Yi Zhou finally opened his eyes and looked at the monster. With a move of his mind, his vast consciousness that was filled with the information he obtained from his previous observations entered into the monster's forehead. The monster was overjoyed and began to comprehend the process of cultivation on its own.

Cultivate well.

On the last cliff in the ruins, Yi Zhou finally found something suitable for himself. It was a man dressed in white, holding a pure white feather fan in his hand as he stepped in the air. It was very quiet, as if no one was in the mood for it.

Yi Zhou activated his Monastery to try and see the true meaning of the cliff, but it seemed as if it did not contain anything at all. He could not even see the slightest hint of a domain, which was actually contrary to the cliff from before.

It was actually impossible to find? Gazing at the cliff in front of him, Yi Zhou muttered.

If the Thirteen Mystical Holy Hells weren't able to see its true meaning, then there was only one explanation. This cliff didn't have a true meaning to it, and it should have a profound meaning that was bestowed upon it by the spectator.

Yi Zhou watched on quietly, immersed in his own world, quietly watching from the sidelines alone.

After a long while, he took out the fan and tried to comprehend cultivation at his will.

In front of the stone wall, he was the only one looking. There was no one around him, because they felt that the stone wall did not seem to have any meaning.

Compared to the other stone walls, those stone walls contain very few concepts. However, he is putting on an act, as if he is very special. You should understand who he is now, right? Ye Hen looked at Ye Shuang and said.

It would take a long time for them to even look at one stone wall, but Yi Zhou and the rest had taken up several sides. This, was purely a waste of time, unable to comprehend the true meaning.

Ye Shuang took a glance at Yi Zhou. Although she did not know what he meant, he still chose to believe him.

Each move did not have a fixed meaning. Did he want to give it to him himself? Yi Zhou muttered.

After that, he held the fan in his hand and started to practice, the fan intent also increased unknowingly, and then, Yi Zhou's mind suddenly shivered.

At the edge of a towering cliff, he saw a man in white clothes casually waving a feathered fan in his hand. Each and every move of his was just for show.

The fan was as free and easy as a churning tide, surging to its limits. There was also an endless amount of power contained within it that caused one's heart to feel respect towards it.

Yi Zhou smiled slightly, then put away the fan in his hand and sat down to stroke his zither.

These stone walls did not only exist, they all had their own rules, and this stone wall that did not seem to contain any true meaning was the most important.

As the melodious zither music drifted out, a feeling of transcendence and transcendence was contained within it. In an instant, it attracted the attention of countless people as they stared at him with a strange expression on their faces.

What was he going to do?

Other than that, there was also the sound of a concept rushing into Yan Qingqing's mind. She smiled and knew that this was the zither music from Yi Zhou.

Then, Ye Wu Chen, who was standing in front of the wall, suddenly felt a spear intent enter his ears along with the sound of the zither. His eyes flashed, and he turned around to look at the wall, and he saw an extremely clear picture, a scene of an illusionary figure waving his spear.

Not only that, but the zither music had also entered the ears of Ye Shuang and the little monster.

Ye Shuang did not understand, but when she looked at Yi Zhou, she discovered that the zither music beside her ears had the same rhythm as the music played by Yi Zhou.

She gave a shallow smile. This was Yi Zhou helping her comprehend the stone wall, and then she didn't dare to slack off either as she focused on comprehending the concept contained in the zither music.

After a long time, the sound of the zither gradually stopped.

Yi Zhou looked at the few people who were comprehending, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He had already sent their respective suitable concepts into the zither music into his mind, so he could only rely on himself to comprehend more.

The actual path was the only path one had to take to step into the East Continent, so their performance on the road would naturally determine which of the's super powers would benefit from this.

This, was of utmost importance.

Ye Shuang's beautiful eyes froze as she stared at the stone wall, her face filled with shock. The stone wall had actually become so clear to her eyes, and the spear light constantly poured into her mind.

As if he had noticed Ye Shuang's abnormality, Ye Hen asked in a low voice. Little Shuang, what's wrong with you?

Ah? Nothing. Ye Shuang was lost in thought.

Ye Hen shook his head. Was this girl befuddled? Why was Yi Zhou and the rest so worried?

Mo Xiu, how's your comprehension? Bai Ming looked at Mo Xiu and asked.

If one wanted to gain a deeper understanding, it would take some time. Mo Xiu said in a deep voice.

Ye Hen, try to accompany Mo Xiu. He wanted to test his comprehension on how to find out where to fill the gap.

Good. Ye Hen nodded his head. His body soared into the sky as he stood in front of Mo Xiu.

Senior Brother Ye, please advise. Mo Xiu nodded with a smile.

Ye Hen nodded his head. Then, he turned his body and an incomparably wild spiritual energy surged out. At the same time, a sharp sword appeared in his hand.

Ye Hen slashed out with his sword and at the same time, an extremely powerful sword light entered the sword body. The sword howled and a silver light flashed as the sword chopped down.

The spear in Mo Xiu's hand trembled and a storm immediately swept out. As his domain was infused within, the wind whizzed as the spear light violently collided with the sword. After which, the space shattered and the sound of the wind rapidly spread in all directions.

In just a split-second, everyone knew how terrifying Mo Xiu's comprehension was.

As expected of Mo Xiu, his comprehension of the stone wall spear art was so profound. Someone exclaimed.

Ye Hen smiled. His comprehension was not bad and his strength had improved a lot. Mo Xiu also smiled and nodded. He was happy inside that he got the insights from his previous observation.

That's not right. Ye Shuang murmured. The true meaning of the spear wasn't the same.

Little Shuang, what nonsense are you spouting? Ye Hen glared at Ye Shuang and said.

Brother, your swordplay is also wrong. Ye Shuang's face was solemn. The tip of the sword was half an inch lower and its movements were slower. Moreover, it would be better if the sword moved more smoothly when moving around the four bodies.

Ye Hen's expression changed. What happened to that girl today?

At that moment, everyone's gazes were cast towards Ye Shuang. Could she have understood something?

Ye Shuang did not speak, nor did she pay attention to the gazes of others. Soon after, a sword appeared in her hand, she brandished the long sword, and for a moment, sword intent surrounded the sword, the image of the sword appearing in the sky like an endless array of sword images. Combined with the sword intent that was emitting from her body, her sword dao was clearly more profound than Ye Hen's previous sword dao.