"You're a human, learning Burial Arts is futile because you can't possibly succeed, especially with this method. Although its power is immense, it has no affinity with you!" the Immortal Elixir discouraged Shi Hao.
However, the rare bronze stone tablet was hovering right before Shi Hao, aligning with his fate. How could he let it slip away? With a light command, he compelled it to explain.
Moreover, he started to memorize it meticulously, even though he couldn't recognize this script, he imprinted it in his memory first.
"Let me tell you, this scripture is truly useless to you. Do you know what conditions are necessary to practice it? You must be a Burial Master, and also bury yourself in the rarest of Burial Soils for over ten thousand years, between life and death, to feel the power of this cultivation!" said the old mountain.
