Having seen the stele, Lin Mu couldn't figure out why would it cause panic among the people who came to see it.

After all, if one couldn't even read the information on it, they still wouldn't know the value of it. Thus it made no sense for them to cause trouble enough that they had to be forcibly thrown out by the guards.

"I think that might be because of the material that this stele is made out of." Xukong spoke up at this time. "The Metal that it is made out of is White Sun Glazed Platinum."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"White Sun Glazed Platinum?" This was the first time Lin Mu had ever heard of something like this.

Sure, he knew about platinum and even had a few ingots lying around in his ring. But this metal was clearly a different version of it, and had a value high enough to make people crazy.

"White Sun Glazed Platinum is an incredibly rare and high value metal that is found in asteroids spread around in the space. It is formed upon the death of a star and is infused with the Pure Yang Energy of the sun.

It's value is almost priceless within the Immortal realm. One can easily exchange a couple of Peak Grade Immortal Tool or Weapon for a piece that is this big." Xukong explained.

"That is certainly something…" Lin Mu was at a loss for words. "What are its uses though? I reckon it is used for immortal weapons and tools?"

"Rather than that, it's best use is to make an armor." Xukong replied. "White Sun Glazed Platinum is excellent against negative energies as well as warding evil. Wandering ghosts, Jiangshi, blood zombies, certain kinds of demons, and devils… all would be unable to do anything to it."

Hearing this, Lin Mu knew just how good this would be if one was venturing into areas with high concentration of negative energies or creatures. Heck, the Desolate Blood Battlefield would be one of the great examples of it.

The steward had been watching Lin Mu's reaction from the start, wondering what he was thinking.

"Seems like you recognize this?" the steward spoke after seeing a faint change in Lin Mu's expression.

It was clear that the steward was an expert at discerning one's thoughts from their faces. Perhaps it was a testament to his ability as a servant so that he could serve his master in the best way possible.

After all, the best servant was one that knew your thoughts before even needing to voice them out.

"Yes… this is White Sun Glazed Platinum." Lin Mu replied.

"Good, good. You pass the preliminary test at least." The steward spoke, surprising Lin Mu. "But can you decipher what's on the stele?" he questioned.

"Let me take a proper look." Lin Mu said before using his Immortal sense to observe the stele.

It was the best and most accurate way to 'see' what was carved on the stele after all. Lin Mu's immortal sense scanned over the two meter long stele and allowed him to grasp what the mural on it was.

It seemed to be depicting a scene.

There was a large orb at the top, that seemed a bit like a sun and below it there was the figure of a woman screaming and reaching out for it. And below her there was a field that was split in half.

It looked like the land had been split due to a quake and a fissure had appeared. On one side of the split land, one could see a human army, all decked in fine armor and wielding many weapons.

And on the other side, one could see what looked like a sea of skeletons and corpses.

But the most eye catching part was not that. Rather it was what looked like a ghastly rotting arm that was reaching out towards the woman who was in the sky.

Lin Mu couldn't discern the meaning of the mural right away, but could at least tell that it was a battle of some kind.

Next Lin Mu moved onto the text that was carved in the lower half.

'What even is this script?' Lin Mu was baffled.

He was sure that it was not Dao Script, and that it was no local script from the Rust Sky world either. Lin Mu even compared it to some of the other language scripts he had read about in the Lost Immortal's memoirs but didn't find it to be familiar.

Being unable to figure it out, Lin Mu decided to ask his trump card behind this entire venture: Xukong.

This was the entire reason why he had felt confident in being able to solve the issue with the unknown object and obtain the Tyrant Bull Marrow. Xukong had said that he'd help him and that he should most likely be able to discern what the object was, or at least have a guess about it.

"So what is it senior? Can you recognize this script?" Lin Mu questioned.

"Hmm… I do recognize it. But it is not something I had expected to see." Xukong said with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Why so senior?" Lin Mu was now greatly curious.

"The script is one of the lesser known Shamanic Scripts. That too belonging to the Demon race." Xukong revealed.

"A Shamanic Script of the Demon Race?!" Lin Mu was stunned too.

He knew about Shamanic Scripts and that they were primitive forms of a lot of languages. They were often used by tribal races that had not fully expanded or developed. After all, once they developed they would all switch to using Dao Script, thus having no use for older scripts.

The only reason why such older scripts were kept maintained was to keep certain sets of information secret.

That way only a chosen few could read it, preventing the information from being leaked even if it was on display. And since this was a stele, which was meant to be displayed, having such a script on it limited the scope of information.