Everyone walked together in the mountains, looking for some traces of cultivation left by the saint, hoping to use the cultivation trajectory left by the saint to make themselves feel something. Soon, the group came to a stone forest.

The stone forest is full of stone pillars of two people embracing each other, about 30 to 40 meters high. There are still many worlds in the stone forest walking in it, watching the traces left on the stone pillars, hoping to understand the artistic conception that some saints practiced when they were young.

"Brother Hong, is this the place where Saint Xia Ling practiced when she was young? I heard that this stone forest was once the place where she practiced swords when she was young." A girl named Su Xue, following Hong Yi, asked softly.

Hong Yi nodded and said, "One of the killing methods that Saint Xia Ling is best at is swordsmanship. When he was young, Venerable Xia Ling practiced swords here. At that time, she had just entered the level of the world general. Every saint was the top genius of that era. If he could understand the trajectory they had practiced, it would be of great benefit to his own practice."

Su Xue's eyes emitted a light and she nodded vigorously.

Dong Xu said: "But it is not easy to understand the traces left by the saint's cultivation. You see, there are so many people here who can gain insights from the saint's cultivation trajectory when they were young, but only a few people, and the insights are deep and shallow. When the saint was young, they were also the strongest genius of that era. How could it be so easy to understand the traces of their cultivation?"

Hong Yi, Ling Tong and others also nodded in agreement, all agreeing with Dong Xu's words.

Saints were also peerless geniuses in their era. There were only three saints in the entire Star Alliance. It is conceivable that in that era, they were all extremely brilliant "stars".

Each of the three saints has the ability to pursue the qualification to become an emperor-level strongman. Unfortunately, for millions of years, except for the two who have fallen, no one in the universe can become an emperor-level strongman.

"Hey, Zhuo Bufan, why are you going inside? The closer this sword mark stone forest is to the center, the stronger the sword intent contained in those sword marks. When the Saint Xia Ling first started practicing swords on the outside, and when the strength was enhanced later, he slowly moved to the center of the stone forest. If you want to understand it, you have to start from the outside." Yu Haichao suddenly said aloud.

He saw Zhuo Bufan staring at some sword marks on the stone pillar, and then walked towards the center of the stone forest.

Zhuo Bufan turned around and looked at him without saying a word. He continued to walk forward, but he could see the sword marks on each pillar.

Yu Haichao's face turned red and he glared at Zhuo Bufan fiercely. This guy didn't take him seriously at all.

"If this guy hadn't been for the sake of being Ling Tong's friend, I really wanted to teach him a lesson." Yu Haichao clenched his fists and said viciously.

Hong Yi patted Yu Haichao on the shoulder. He knew that his friend's personality was not very bad, but he was used to the way other newcomers would respect him. He was a little disgusted with Zhuo Bufan's unique style and did not take him seriously.

"Haichao, they are all friends, don't be angry, the new world will be like this. Everyone has come from that time. When he gets used to life here, he will naturally understand." Hong Yi said with a smile.

Hong Yi is the most low-key among a group of people, but he is recognized as the strongest. In this year's selection of world competitions, he can enter the advanced world competition area by 100%.

In the small circle, he was still very prestigious. When Yu Haichao heard his words, he could only take a deep breath, stop talking, and even have to look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face.

Hong Yi looked at Zhuo Bufan's back and thought of his former self. He was once a genius who was the top in his star field, with a hint of genius arrogance and conceit in his bones. But after he arrived at the Star Alliance, he realized that he was not a real genius.

For example, he came to the Sword Stone Forest in front of him many times and learned some things that helped him practice, but the closer he got to the center of the Sword Stone Forest, he could no longer understand it.

"Zhuo Shao has a little cold personality, but he has absolutely no malice." Ling Tong said awkwardly.

"Who dares to directly attack the new world generals under Yaoyang Hou, who is not more angry?" Dong Xu laughed.

There were two people making jokes, which instantly eased the somewhat tense atmosphere a lot.

In the stone forest, new young men like Zhuo Bufan walked directly inside. When they got inside, they saw the sword marks left on the stone pillars and could not comprehend them at all, and they would even be confused. These newcomers would come out and then start to comprehend from the outermost part of the stone forest.

"There are fewer and fewer people."

Walking into the stone forest, Zhuo Bufan found that fewer and fewer people appeared in the stone forest, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger. Some Marquis even sat cross-legged in front of the stone pillar, or stood in front of the stone pillar, shook his head, sighed, and then cried and laughed.

"These sword marks became more and more fierce, and their murderous aura became much stronger." Zhuo Bufan slowly walked towards the center of the stone forest, his eyes were observing the remaining sword marks on the stone pillars, and frowned.

Before he knew it, he had walked to the center of the stone forest.

There was even a single person at the center, and there was no barrier in this stone forest, and even the strength of the Shijian could come in.

But if you are not strong enough, you may be lost in it and even disturb your mind when you go to see the sword marks on the stone pillar.

"It's hard, it's hard... the sword techniques left by the General Realm of Xialing Saints are so exquisite." Suddenly, a slight sigh reached Zhuo Bufan's ears.

Zhuo Bufan looked in the voice and saw an old man wearing a black long gown with silver hair standing straight like a sword, standing in front of a stone pillar, shaking his head and sighing, and then marveling.

Zhuo Bufan could not sense the opponent's strength, and he thought he should be at the level of the world king or above.

"These sword marks are all left by the General Practice of the Saint Xia Ling Realm. After the Saint Xia Ling became a saint, the traces of cultivation left by the Saint Xia Ling were also filled with a saint's aura. If you abandon these saint's aura, it is easy to understand. It is indeed a very exquisite sword technique." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

Suddenly, the old silver-haired man turned his head, his eyes staring straight at Zhuo Bufan like a falcon, "Boy, what did you say? It is easy to understand if you abandon the aura of the saint?"

"If the Saint Xia Ling has not become a saint, these sword marks do not have the aura of a saint, it is actually easy to understand. The sword move contains sadness, anger and joy. If I guess correctly, Xia Ling practiced this sword technique when she was young, which should have caused feelings in her heart. Although the sword moves are sharp, there is always a trace of softness of turning, and there is also a glimmer of vitality in her murderous intent." Zhuo Bufan said.
Chapter completed!