Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Are they all meditating?"

Lying on this dead land, Lin Xiao looked around and saw many people staying next to a trace, with their eyes slightly closed, as if they were meditating on something.

At a glance, there were hundreds of people here, from all forces, but everyone was surprisingly quiet and harmonious. Everyone was busy meditating, and there was no conflict.

Out of curiosity, Lin Xiao walked forward.

"That is... the mystery of fire!"

Suddenly, Lin Xiao paused and stopped in front of a huge palm print. The palm print was hundreds of feet large. The place covered by the palm print was charred, obviously because it was burned by the flame.

You know, in the upper spirit world, the geology is very hard and thick. It can burn the ground into charcoal, which shows how terrifying the temperature of the flame is. This is definitely not something that the mystery can do. In other words, the other party is likely to be an emperor-level warrior who has comprehended the domain.

In the charred palm print, there is still a trace of the breath of the fire domain. Although it is only a residual breath, each trace is very mysterious and profound, enough for the warriors of the holy realm to comprehend for a long time.

At this time, dozens of people are surrounding this palm print, comprehending the mystery of fire.

To improve the mystery, there are only two ways, one is to use some things related to the mystery, and the other is to comprehend it by yourself.

There are many things related to the mystery, such as some materials and treasures with their own attributes, and there are also some traces left by the masters' battles like now, but generally speaking, this kind of breath will not exist for too long, and it will disappear within a dozen at most. It may be because this plane exists alone, so the breath on these traces is still there.

In addition, there are some special environments that can also help improve the mystery.

"I wonder if it can help me comprehend the mystery of death!"

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed, and he immediately searched in this dead land. However, after searching for a long time, he did not find any traces related to the mystery of death, but there were many other mysteries.

There was no way. The mystery of death was very rare. So far, except for himself, Lin Xiao had not seen anyone who had comprehended the mystery of death.

However, Lin Xiao was not completely without gain. He came to a sword mark.

The sword mark in front of him was dozens of feet long and bottomless, as if a sword had split the entire surface of the earth. At first glance, it was just a rough crack, but the strong sword intent emanating from it made people guess that it was a sword mark.

There were also many people comprehending near the sword mark. Like Lin Xiao, they were basically people from the Holy Sword Pavilion.

However, everyone was busy comprehending the sword intent and did not communicate with each other. Lin Xiao did not say anything either. He came to the sword mark, sat cross-legged, and began to comprehend.

Although Lin Xiao comprehended the sword intent of life and death, it was still the sword intent after all. The sword mark left by this emperor-level strongman would definitely give him a lot of inspiration.

Feeling the sword intent emanating from the sword mark, Lin Xiao gradually immersed himself in it. In his mind, the scene when the sword cultivator slashed out this sword kept emerging. This sword was as mysterious, powerful, and intriguing as a thorn.

Time flows like water, and before they know it, three days have passed.

Suddenly, the sword cultivators who were comprehending near the sword mark opened their eyes one after another, because they felt a very strong and strange sword intent.

One by one, their eyes fell on a figure, and they saw that it was a young man in a black robe, with a handsome appearance, eyes slightly closed, and he was concentrating on comprehending the sword intent.

At this time, a sword intent was surging in the body of this young man in a black robe. This sword intent was very strange, giving people a cold and terrible feeling, as if it was the incarnation of disaster, symbolizing death, but at the same time, this sword intent contained a breath of vitality, like a weed, endless.

Two completely opposite artistic conceptions appeared in the sword intent at the same time, which made everyone look astonished. They had never seen such a strange thing before.

At this moment, this sword intent was undergoing a qualitative change. It could be vaguely seen that strands of sword intent were lingering around the black-robed young man. Each strand of sword intent was becoming more and more solid and profound. Many people knew that this was a sign of the transformation of imperial-level sword intent into holy-level sword intent.