Lu Qingshan released his soul consciousness, carefully observing the ancient mysteries within the Warfare Stele.
The towering mountains and endless valleys were filled with dangerous beasts lurking around.
In the surging river flows, demons road, watching with predatory eyes.
A gust of wind blew past, making the myriad trees tremble, and leaves fell rustling. A pack of giant wolves with eyes like blood moons surged out, letting out a howl that could split tal and stone.
This was once the Burning Moon Domain.
Countless strange mountains and waters both hindered passage and hid nurous dangers.
That figure appeared again.
Mangcang Demon Venerable wielded a long sword, slashing mountains upon encountering them.
Huge rolling boulders exploded into dust, rugged mountains split open and collapsed, revealing the vast earth.
Slicing rivers upon encountering them, severing rivers and redirecting their courses, causing lakes to overflow.
Wind and thunder arose from the earth, clearing jade-like skies of dust for thousands of miles.
Heaven and earth roared as if they were newly created, with strands of Sword Qi erging.
In the swordsmanship system of the Demon Race, there was no concept of condensing Sword Qi; they only pursued ultimate strength and endless Sword Montum.
But this Sword Qi was not ford by condensing but rather naturally erged from the peerless Sword Montum.
It contained the utmost truth of swordsmanship, the true secret of strength, with hanging Demonic Qi flowing around it.
This sight was overwhelmingly shocking.
Under this sword of Mangcang Demon Venerable, heaven and earth trembled, unable to resist.
Holding a sword with one hand, he changed the heavens and the earth.
Transforming decay into sothing miraculous, daring to change the sun and moon for a new sky.
This was the true invincible swordsmanship.
Under the Warfare Stele, Lu Qingshan’s Primordial Spirit glowed, calming his mind, imrsed in the spiritual world, imrsed in each sword stroke of Mangcang Demon Venerable, constantly deducing.
If not for Qin Yitian, the journey into the Abyss for this gain alone would have been worth more than expected value.
"I ultimately underestimated the warfare system of the Demon Race," Lu Qingshan murmured.
The Demonic Cultivators he had previously encountered focused solely on overwhelming others with montum, being extrely weak in technique with nothing exceptional.
In the end, they still relied on the strength of their Divine Demon Body and their own power to fight.
Thus, he always thought the Demon Race’s warfare thods were just an additional accessory.
Now he understood that it wasn’t the warfare thods of the Demon Race that were weak, but that the Demonic Cultivators who perford them were weak.
The power of the Divine Demon Body was undeniable, but this also led most Demonic Cultivators to rely excessively on the power of the Divine Demon Body, neglecting the cultivation of warfare thods.
This was the reason for their weak thodologies.
Finally, under the constant deploynt of the sword technique by Mangcang Demon Venerable, the mountains were flattened, the rivers were clear, and today’s Burning Moon Domain was ford.
At this point, the enlightennt of the Warfare Stele of the Burning Moon reached its end.
Lu Qingshan gained trendous insights, comprehending the entirety of the Mang Cang Warfare.
Boom!
A thunderclap like spring thunder rumbled in his mind.
At this mont, the incomplete rune within his Primordial Spirit began to emit a faint light, with sothing erging from it.
After comprehending the six Warfare Steles, the rune was finally about to fully form.
It continually extended, becoming more rounded and complete.
Soon, the radiant rune was completely perfected.
But it wasn’t over yet.
At this mont, another wave of pure energy flowed from the Warfare Stele, through his hand in contact with the stele, into his body.
Under the influence of this pure energy, Lu Qingshan’s body trembled slightly.
Imdiately, countless golden, densely packed characters were born in his sea of consciousness, floating up.
They converged to form a vortex, a river, continuously arranging, floating, all flooding into the newly ford rune, reshaping it.
Soon, with the infusion of the golden characters across the river, a Primordial Divine Script more complex and profound than the stars of heaven was ford.
On top of the Divine Script, resonated an extrely sharp primordial aura, majestic to the utmost.
The reshaped Primordial Divine Script was incredibly beautiful, gleaming with golden light.
On the surface of the rune, there were six profound and indescribable strange symbols.
Lu Qingshan stared blankly, then awoke to realization.
This was the most valuable treasure left by Mangcang Demon Venerable.
The Primordial Imprint.
Only the first individual to comprehend all six Warfare Steles could gain this fortunate opportunity.
From now on, even though the Warfare Steles would remain, they would no longer contain Mangcang Demon Venerable’s Primordial Imprint, unable to directly point to the primordial source.
"This is the six statents of the Mang Cang Warfare. Only when I truly grasp their profound mysteries can I understand the aning of these six statents," the rune conveyed this ssage, enlightening Lu Qingshan.
One stele, one statent, six steles, six statents in total.
He imprinted the profound mysteries of the Mang Cang Warfare deep within his soul.
However, as the foremost warfare technique of the Burning Moon Domain, ranking in the top ten invincible warfare techniques within the entire Abyss, it could not be achieved in one attempt.
The enlightennt of the Warfare Steles was just like planting a seed.
To see it bloom and bear fruit, it would depend on his subsequent cultivation.
Lu Qingshan returned his consciousness from the ancient world.
At this mont, the enlightennt of all six Warfare Steles was completed.
He opened his tightly shut eyes.
At this instant, the six Warfare Steles, including the five that had previously fallen silent, all lit up simultaneously, shining with a faint light.
On the square, in front of Lu Qingshan stood nurous Demonic Cultivators, their expressions astonished and varied.
Behind him, the six luminescent Warfare Steles served as a backdrop, together displaying extraordinary phenona.
Demons baring fangs and claws, blood moons and celestial stars fantastical in beauty, bloodstained blades and swords, the transformation of mountains and rivers...
The nurous phenona were vastly spectacular, reaching an extre grandeur, exuding an aura of the vast wilderness.
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