192: Chapter 192 Tracing the Location in the Wasteland, Comprehending the Sword Mark at the Foot of Sword Mark Mountain

After steadying his footing, Ye Qing immediately spread his Divine Sense out like a tidal wave to investigate the surrounding environment.

This grey, hazy wilderness was even more vast than he had imagined; his Divine Sense reached out for dozens of miles, yet it failed to touch its boundaries.

The ancient Sword Intent permeating the air was like invisible tentacles, gently tugging at his mind.

He could feel that this Sword Intent was not evenly distributed; some areas were so dense they were nearly viscous, while other areas were so thin they were almost imperceptible.

"Where the Sword Intent is dense, it often signifies a greater Opportunity, and also a deeper danger."

Ye Qing understood this in his heart. He did not rashly advance in the direction where the Sword Intent was densest, but instead first carefully discerned the subtle differences among the Sword Intent in the air.

He discovered that although these Sword Intents all carried an ancient charm, their natures were each different.

Some were incomparably sharp, as if they could sever everything; some were as heavy as mountains, as if they could suppress all things; some were erratic, like ghosts; and others were as scorching as fire, as if they could burn through the eight wildernesses.

"These Sword Intents must be the fragments of will left behind by the Sword Cultivators who fell here in the ancient era."

Ye Qing secretly thought to himself, attempting to use his own Chaos Sword Intent to touch one of the relatively gentle, flowing water-like Sword Intents.

Hum—!!!

The instant his Sword Intent made contact with that flowing water Sword Intent, he seemed to see a blurred image: a white-robed Sword Cultivator whose face could not be seen stood alone on a mountain Peak, holding a long sword as clear as water, gently swinging it against the sky full of wind and snow.

That sword strike seemed to draw upon all the water vapor between heaven and earth, transforming into a roaring ice Dragon that charged toward the sky.

The image flashed and vanished, but it gave Ye Qing a deeper realization of the water Sword Intent.

"Interesting. These remaining Sword Intent fragments actually contain some memory fragments of their owners during their lifetimes."

Ye Qing's heart stirred, and he began to more actively make contact with and comprehend the ancient Sword Intent permeating the air.

Like a sponge, he greedily absorbed the information contained within these Sword Intent fragments, constantly enriching his own understanding of the Dao of the sword.

While comprehending the Sword Intent, he traveled rapidly across the wilderness.

He did not deliberately search for any target, but simply followed the guidance of those Sword Intents, moving as his heart desired.

He did not know how long he had walked, but in the grey mist ahead, a huge black mountain Peak that seemed to have been split down the middle by an invisible giant sword appeared in his field of vision.

That mountain Peak was several thousand zhang high, its body as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been neatly sliced in half by some extremely sharp force.

The cross-section was covered with countless sword marks of varying depths, crisscrossing and emitting a sharp aura that made one's heart palpitate.

"Such intense Sword Intent!"

Ye Qing stood before the split mountain Peak, feeling the Sword Intent that rushed toward him, which seemed capable of cutting through his skin; a trace of solemnity and excitement flashed in his eyes.

He could feel that the Sword Intent remaining on this Sword Mark Mountain was far more powerful and complete than the scattered Sword Intent fragments on the wilderness.

This place was very likely a place of enlightenment left behind by an ancient Sword Cultivator expert, or perhaps even the place where they passed away.

He was in no rush to climb the mountain; instead, he first sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, adjusted his breathing, and restored his state to its Peak.

Then, he slowly stood up and walked step by step up along the mirror-smooth cross-section of the mountain.

With every step he took, he could feel an even more powerful Sword Intent, like an invisible wave, impacting his mind.

These Sword Intents, whether sharp, domineering, erratic, or heavy, were as if countless Sword Cultivator Great Masters were attacking him simultaneously.

He kept his mind clear, circulated the Hunxu Yandao Scripture, and with the Chaos Dao as his Foundation, he neutralized, absorbed, and comprehended these incoming Sword Intents one by one.

His pace, although slow, was exceptionally firm.

When he reached the middle of the mountain, he saw a deep sword mark that seemed branded into the mountain body.

That sword mark was only three feet long, yet it seemed to contain a terrifying Concept of severing Karma and destroying all Laws.

He stopped, staring at that sword mark, his mind involuntarily drawn into it.

He seemed to see a black-robed Sword Cultivator whose face could not be seen, holding a pitch-black long sword, gently slicing toward the Void Realm.

That slice seemed to trigger some kind of Law of heaven and earth, tearing open a fissure in the Void Realm that could not heal for a long time.

"This sword strike... so strong!"

Ye Qing was shocked in his heart and hurriedly firmly imprinted the Concept of this sword strike in his mind.

He continued to climb upward, and along the way, he saw many more exquisite and powerful sword marks.

Every sword mark was as if a Sword Cultivator Great Master was imparting some truth of the Dao of the sword to him.

Like a thirsty traveler who had finally found a sweet spring, he greedily absorbed the essence of the Dao of the sword contained within these sword marks.

When he finally reached the summit of that Sword Mark Mountain, the aura on his body had undergone a subtle change.

It had become more restrained and deeper, like a peerless sword that had been tempered a thousand times and was about to be unsheathed.

The summit was not empty.

A simple grave, built from a few blue stones, stood quietly there.

In front of the grave, there was no tombstone, only a black iron sword stuck in the ground, already mostly rusted.