Chapter 202

Imperial City, Eastern Mausoleum

That night, thunder and lightning suddenly intertwined, boundless storm clouds gathering above the Eastern Mausoleum; in the dead of night, many residents near the Eastern Mausoleum in Haojing City heard the violent dragon's roar.

Observation Platform, before the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda

Zhang Jian had set up the formation, but at this time his Yin Spirit had already returned to the Inner Gate; when the thunder began, Zhang Jian stopped drawing in the lunar essence of the Great Yin.

The thunder's yang energy easily harms an exposed Yin Spirit.

Even a Yin Spirit as formidable as his would not wish to attempt this.

At this moment, sensing the anomaly of dragon energy within the Eastern Mausoleum, Zhang Jian gazed toward its direction.

Deep within the Eastern Mausoleum, a terrifying monster seemed about to be born, drawing the bombardment of boundless thunder.

"This does not resemble natural thunder; it is more like a heavenly tribulation..."

Zhang Jian's eyes flickered; beneath this tribulation, it seemed as if countless strands of astonishing killing intent were seeping out from within, the intensity of which also stirred his heart.

Only moments later, within the thunder above, purple light appeared, no longer in the shape of a thunderball but transformed into a thunder mound, within which thunder beasts condensed from lightning charged forth, divine beings riding out to slay demons and evil.

Not long after, the heavenly tribulation ceased abruptly and gradually dissipated.

"Failed?"

Seeing the thunder suddenly lose its target, Zhang Jian's eyes flickered.

But as his gaze swept over the mausoleum, his brow furrowed sharply.

He sensed that beneath the thunder, the mausoleum's feng shui had gone awry.

Originally, the mausoleum possessed all nine auspicious configurations, its aura grand and mighty.

Now, under the purple light, the tomb's gate was shattered by violet lightning, as if one of the nine auspicious forces had a great breach, and the purple qi of the dragon veins began to leak outward.

In the dark void, countless malevolent energies were drawn, rushing toward the Eastern Mausoleum, intending to burrow into the dragon veins.

"... The dragon veins are shattered; the nation's fate will not endure!"

Zhang Jian's expression was solemn; this truly was a heaven-sent calamity.

What exactly is the Great Qian royal family doing, actually ruining their own feng shui?

Zhang Jian had never seen such an operation!

It was fortunate he withdrew his gaze, yet he felt streams of formidable qi converging from the imperial city toward the Eastern Mausoleum.

Before the Eastern Mausoleum, Daoist Dongxiao and Daoist Dongjue arrived together; these two Yin Spirit venerables responsible for guarding Haojing also stared in astonishment at the shattered gate of the Eastern Mausoleum.

The Eastern Mausoleum's gate was sealed with fine Qingyao stone; by reason, even if struck by flying swords it should not be damaged.

Yet now it was broken open, the gate resembling a spider's web.

After waiting a while without entering, moments later a figure emerged from the side of the Eastern Mausoleum.

It was a figure wearing a tall hat and wide sash, resembling an ancient scholar-official, with a long sword at his waist.

His entire body showed not the slightest fluctuation of qi, appearing like an ordinary official.

But upon seeing this figure, Daoist Dongxiao and Daoist Dongjue's expressions turned grave.

"Senior!"

The two had already met this Primordial Spirit True Person stationed deep in the mausoleum.

After the battle at Chengguang Gate, Daoist Dongxiao and Daoist Dongjue had specifically gone to visit him, and now knew his origins.

In the darkness, this figure's expression remained calm; he waved his hand and said.

"This matter here is none of your concern; you may return!"

"... This"

Daoist Dongxiao and Daoist Dongjue exchanged glances, both seeing hesitation in the other's eyes, but they could not oppose the strong with the weak; even knowing what this Primordial Spirit True Person was doing deep in the mausoleum, they dared not rashly investigate, for their cultivation was insufficient, and they were not the ancestors of the Dongshen Sect.

And after Daoist Dongxiao and Daoist Dongjue departed, a figure emerged from the side, one wearing a purple python robe, of sturdy build and long, longevity eyebrows.

It was none other than the Internal Superintendent, Eunuch Zhaomu.

"Dao brother, how could this be?"

Upon hearing this, the figure in the tall hat and wide sash shook his head and said.

"Under normal circumstances, after all, that thing's power is too great; once formed, it would interfere with heaven and harmony!"

Zhaomu furrowed his long longevity brows. "But the mausoleum's dragon veins cannot withstand such a backlash! This will affect the nation's fate!"

The figure shook his head.

"The emperor's desire for longevity is a price that must be paid; if one cannot forge that set of imperial treasures into form, how could one withstand the dragon veins' backlash?!"

"However, failure should occur only once; next time, success will surely be achieved!"

Zhaomu's face was expressionless, only his eyes held doubt; for this argument, he did not truly believe it in his heart, but the Great Qian royal family now had no retreat, only to press forward; once successful, not only would the state and altars be preserved, but the emperors of past Great Qian dynasties could also fulfill their dreams.

At this moment he gazed into the depths of the mausoleum, suddenly stepped forward, extended a hand, and with a light press shattered the mausoleum gate.

The scene within came into view.

Yet at a single glance, Zhaomu's brow furrowed instantly.

Though the many bronze tomb guardians' golden bodies were unharmed, beside the tomb chamber, the eternal lamps within had mostly gone out.

This is an ill omen.

Furthermore, several coffins erected on stands within, some of their iron chains had inexplicably snapped partially, and one coffin had already fallen to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, it was precisely the coffin of the Great Qian founding emperor, Wei YuanYang.

At this moment, the coffin's corner had split open; upon closer look, inside lay no bones, only a dragon robe and ceremonial cap as burial goods.

The two watched this scene without concern, but observing the anomalies within the mausoleum, their expressions turned solemn, and they both felt a deep sense of unease.

This is feng shui completely destroyed.

It seems this backlash is far greater than they had imagined.

That figure saw the situation and his expression wasn't pleasant either; he spoke in a deep voice: "I will repair the imperial mausoleum anew, then set up the Pray-to-Heaven Altar, to prolong the fate of Great Qian for thirty-six years. Within those thirty-six years, that magical artifact will surely be completed. At that time, we will relocate the mausoleum, and we will surely pass smoothly through this crisis!"

Chaomu heard this and tightly furrowed his brow.

Though that is what was said, but I fear it will not go so smoothly.

However, from the day this scheme was set in motion, he had already been mentally prepared; after all, they had seized too much fortune, harming the harmony of heaven.

"It's only a pity that the Cave God is not here; otherwise, if he appeared, we wouldn't have to worry!"

Chaomu openly displayed his confidence in the founder of the Cave God Sect, as well as his distrust of this figure.

Upon hearing this, that figure glanced at Chaomu, slightly pondered, and then said again: "You command the Black-Clothed Guard; during this period, pay attention to changes outside. The dragon energy is leaking outward; among the various commanderies, new hidden dragons must arise, and other dragon veins will also sprout. If we can capture a new dragon vein, we, taking it for use, will surely find a way to continue the dragon vein's vitality and mend the breach!"

Upon hearing this, Chaomu lightly nodded.

……

On the Observing Heaven Platform, in the following days, Zhang Jian noticed that the damaged terrain deep within the imperial mausoleum was gradually healing, and the boundless evil energy was also blocked outside.

The dragon energy within had returned to a full state, and not long after, he saw again the appearance of the nation's fortune black dragon, reborn.

This greatly astonished Zhang Jian.

Normally, once a feng shui formation is broken, it basically cannot be repaired; one can only choose another auspicious site.

And a damaged dragon vein is an even greater taboo.

Lost dragon energy, declining national fate—this is inevitable.

Yet it could still be mended?

"It seems there must be some arrangement inside the imperial mausoleum, sealing off the dragon vein, temporarily stopping the breach!"

Zhang Jian thought to himself.

Having read so many ancient texts, he also had some attainments in the way of feng shui and numerology.

He had even thought of the method to make it whole again.