"These black fumes can actually improve comprehension!"
Lin Bai said, somewhat surprised.
It had to be known that mastering a sword technique or martial skill required repeated cultivation and tempering before its power could be improved—unless one possessed extraordinary talent.
Take the "Dragon Slayer Swordplay" Lin Bai was cultivating now. To advance the fourth form from the entry level to the minor-achievement level, Lin Bai would have to cultivate day after day, year after year.
Lin Bai might need several months to reach the minor-achievement level.
But if other martial artists cultivated the Dragon Slayer Swordplay, they might need a year, even two years, or longer.
Take Long Lingxiao, for example. After obtaining the first three moves of the Dragon Slayer Swordplay, he had cultivated them for his entire life, yet had only reached the minor-achievement level of the third move.
But now, inside this mysterious cave entrance, Lin Bai had cultivated for only a short while before reaching the minor-achievement level of the fourth form!
"It's these black fumes..." Lin Bai understood now. These black fumes had given him this wondrous power of comprehension.
After thinking for a moment, enlightenment dawned in Lin Bai's heart, and he said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, these black fumes are the souls of talent left behind by those martial artists who died in battle fifty thousand years ago..."
"How powerful were the disciples of the Gods and Demons Sect back then? Some of them were even peerless talents. Their gifts had surpassed the mortal world, yet that battle fifty thousand years ago caused them to die..."
"Their deep unwillingness to accept death fused with their talents, giving rise to the strange black fumes floating here..."
"After I absorbed these black fumes, my comprehension of sword techniques became much faster!"
Lin Bai smiled