The Burial Soil was tranquil, rarely making a sound, for the life of a Burial Master was exceedingly simple, and most of their time was spent in slumber.
Whether cultivating or in seclusion, all could be conducted in this manner—achieving eternal life in sleep, growing in dormancy, breathing the Essence of Heaven and Earth underground.
Time flowed by quietly, with a blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed. Outside, floods raged, and wars astonished the world, yet the Burial Zone remained as calm as a desolate wasteland.
Cao Yusheng contemplated the Burial Arts, using his living body to comprehend the supreme technique of his clan. He sought to understand all aspects, choosing not to seal himself away but lived in this region for ten thousand years, hoping to break through and attain Immortality.
For, within the Burial Zone, there existed undying substances, rich with the pure essence of heaven and earth. Of course, there was also burial energy, the breath of death.
