After all, understanding the Dao through calligraphy only exists in legends.

Is this really the case?

It's still open for discussion.

Moreover, the Guardian clan, for so many years, has relied on the extremely strong martial skill left by their ancestors and has become complacent.

The perseverance of their forefathers is long gone.

They have always followed the routine.

Practicing the Fighting Sword Technique.

Now suddenly asking them to comprehend swordsmanship.

And only from words carved with a sharp sword to understand.

The difficulty can well be imagined.

"So the swordsmanship is on these four steles."

"What do heaven, earth, mysterious, and yellow signify?"

"From these words, one can feel a sharp murderous aura, like four peerless swords about to be unsheathed."

"..."

The Guardians gathered in front of the stele.

Comprehending on their own.

While exchanging ideas.

But the effects were negligible.

After all, even Golden Sword One and Cang Lang, who have trained the Fighting Sword Technique to the Ninth and Tenth Layer, cannot comprehend it.

It's even harder for ordinary Guardians.

"Without a mental method, no mnemonic, no moves... it's simply impossible to cultivate!" For several hours, not a single person could comprehend the swordsmanship on the stele.

"Could it be that the swordsmanship isn't on the steles at all?"

Some began to doubt.

After all, cultivating swordsmanship with just one word, that's simply a fantasy.

But it must be successfully cultivated.

Otherwise, everyone will be trapped and die here.

Time slowly passed.

After half a day, Su Chen also woke up.

Luckily, Cang Lang stopped in time from extracting Su Chen's blood.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been severe.

Even so, it had a significant impact on Su Chen.

Thankfully, his body has strong recovery power.

The lost blood is also being rapidly produced.

After a few days of rest, he should recover.

"How's the situation?" Su Chen looked at the man with the crew-cut hairstyle.

The crew-cut man shook his head and said, "The situation isn't optimistic, it seems they cannot comprehend the swordsmanship left by Dugu Qiubai."

Although the crew-cut man hadn't gone to the stele.

He could see that the progress was slow.

No, it should be said there wasn't any progress at all.

Su Chen looked at Long Lan.

Long Lan was meditating.

She was also heavily injured, even more so due to the repeated use of skills accompanied by Ares' Hand.

Which greatly consumed her life force.

Her hair had even turned white in some places.

If memory serves, Long Lan's hair was once a dyed brown with slightly curled long hair.

Now, her hair had turned entirely black, like straight hair cascading like a waterfall.

It gave her a more Eastern woman's flavor.

Su Chen opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something to Long Lan.

But in the end, he gave up.

Because what he wanted to ask, Long Lan wouldn't say.

He could only wait to slowly piece together the truth later.

After all, it had nothing to do with Su Chen.

Su Chen simply started cultivating.

Time went by quickly.

Especially when time becomes pressing.

It becomes all the more apparent.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.

A day without eating or drinking.

To ordinary people, it only feels like hunger and thirst.

It doesn't have a significant impact on life.

Besides, everyone here isn't a mere amateur.

Even the lowest level, has already reached the Mortal Realm level.

A day without eating or drinking has no effect.

But the bad news is.

A day has passed.

No one comprehended the swordsmanship.

Not even a clue.

"It's too difficult, it's simply impossible to comprehend!"

Someone even wanted to give up.

"Don't rush, the more anxious you are, the less likely you will succeed," Sword One consoled.

But the effect was not significant.

There was no way.

Now it's not about whether they can succeed in cultivating.

But...

They don't even know where to start.

To everyone, it was like a Heavenly Book without words.

Even Cang Lang.

Had no clue either.

Soon, the second day had gone by.

Two days without eating or drinking.

Even for martial artists.

They felt a bit hungry.

Especially those with lower cultivation.

It was more severe.

But still, no result.

The third day passed.

The feeling of hunger became more apparent.

And it wasn't just about hunger.

The feeling of spreading despair as well.

Because, after three days.

The feeling in everyone's heart was exactly the same as when they first entered.

No change at all.

The fourth day passed.

Even martial artists with strong cultivation.

Felt intense hunger.

Normally, an ordinary person can survive without eating or drinking for five to seven days.

And martial artists can last a bit longer than normal people.

But definitely not more than ten days.

As the saying goes, man is iron, rice is steel.

Missing a meal makes you famished.

Only someone like Su Chen or the crew-cut man.

Could survive more than half a month without eating or drinking.

The hunger and anxiety grew stronger.

Even Su Chen felt a bit of impatience.

When he left Jiangdu.

The old man said he would fight for ten days for him.

Now, five days have already passed.

He didn't know how the old man was doing.

Tang Yi and Liu Jie were also petrified by Medusa's head.

And he was stuck in this godforsaken place, not knowing how to get out.

But being anxious was useless.

The swordsmanship left by Dugu Qiubai.

Wasn't that easy to learn.

If even Cang Lang couldn't learn it.

Then basically no one could.

The fourth day passed.

"I'm so hungry..."

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Rather than waiting to die like this, I'd rather just end it now!"

"..."

The sense of fear became increasingly intense.

Guardians with weaker minds were on the verge of collapse.

Sword One's face also showed immense anxiety.

Although he knew, the more anxious they were, the harder it would be to learn the ancestor's swordsmanship.

But emotions are very difficult to control.

Being in an enclosed space.

And with no food or drink.

It's hard to stay calm.

Cang Lang's level was obviously much higher.

Even in such circumstances, she could maintain due composure.

However, composure didn't mean she could comprehend the ancestor's swordsmanship.

"Clan Leader Sword One, come over, I have something to discuss with you," Cang Lang called Sword One aside.

"Cang Lang, did you find the cultivation method?" Sword One asked with anticipation.

Cang Lang shook her head and said, "I didn't."

"Then why did you call me…" Sword One said in a deep voice.

Cang Lang sighed and said, "It seems the swordsmanship left by the ancestors is indeed too profound, even I cannot fathom it."

"Me too…" Sword One sighed deeply.

"So, my suggestion is... how about letting those three try as well," Cang Lang paused and said.

The reason Cang Lang had this idea.

Was because, whether it was Su Chen, the crew-cut man, or Long Lan.

They were all first-rate masters.

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