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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.