Duan Lingtian sighed.

"And those three 'Fragments of Mystery'..."

In Duan Lingtian's hand, in addition to a 'Fragment of the Concept of Wind' and a 'Fragment of the Concept of Sword', there are also three 'Fragments of Mystery'.

The secret fragments were left behind by the sword king in white.

They are the ‘esoteric fragments’ of wind, thunder and sword respectively.

However, with Duan Lingtian’s current understanding of ‘artistic conception’, there is no way to comprehend the three ‘mysterious fragments’…

When Duan Lingtian can comprehend any of the three artistic conceptions of wind, thunder, and sword to the 'Ninth Level High Level', the 'Secret Fragments' will come in handy.

Now Duan Lingtian is sitting on a mountain of treasure, but he cannot take advantage of it.

Only by obtaining the right to mine Baoshan can Baoshan be mined.

Obviously, Duan Lingtian does not yet have this power.

"From the current point of view, it is meaningless for me to continue to practice the "Nine Dragons War Master Technique"... The most urgent task is to understand the higher level of the "Impression of the Wind"!"

Duan Lingtian had a certain understanding of his plan before breaking through to the 'Dongxu Realm'.

Comprehend the ‘Impression of the Wind’ with all your heart!

Understand the artistic conception of the eighth wind, and even the artistic conception of the ninth wind...

After the artistic conception of the ninth level of wind, the next step is the ‘the artistic conception of the first level of intermediate wind’.

At that time, he will be able to break through to the 'Dongxu Realm'.

With this realization, Duan Lingtian opened his eyes, got out of bed, walked out of the room, and stood in the courtyard, quietly feeling the oncoming breeze.

And in his hand, the 'Fragment of the Artistic Conception of the Wind' was squeezed tightly.

"wind……"

At the same time, Duan Lingtian's mind was completely immersed in the understanding of the 'Impression of the Wind'.

Time passes quietly.

It was late at night, and Duan Lingtian was motionless.

At some point, the door to the small courtyard was opened, and a thin and elderly figure stepped in. It was an old woman.

After the old woman put the wine and food in her hands on the stone table in the courtyard, she glanced at the young man in purple who stood there quietly, then turned around and left, closing the courtyard door behind her back.

"Po Xu, is Ling Tian still practicing?"

The old woman had just taken a few steps when she heard a voice coming from the front.

"uncle."

For a moment, Mrs. Xu bowed respectfully to the visitor.

The person who came was none other than ‘Feng Wudao’.

Feng Wudao nodded.

"Master Lingtian did not practice, but stood in the yard, as if he was comprehending the 'artistic conception'."

Mrs. Xu told everything she had just seen.

“Understand the ‘artistic conception’?”
Chapter completed!