Cultivation Helped by Ancestors-Chapter 230 - 201: Lightning Strikes the Imperial Mausoleum
Imperial City, East Mausoleum
That night, there was a sudden thunderstorm, with endless bolts of lightning gathering over the East Mausoleum. In the deep of night, many residents of Haojing City near the East Mausoleum heard the violent Dragon’s Roar.
Observatory Platform, in front of the Demon Suppression Tower
Zhang Jian set up an array, and at that moment, his Yin Spirit had already returned to the Sanctuary. When the thunder started, Zhang Jian stopped absorbing the Taiyin Moonlight.
The sound of thunder is so fierce that it could easily harm an astral-traveling Yin Spirit.
Even someone with a powerful Yin Spirit like him wouldn’t dare to attempt it.
Noticing the abnormal change in the Dragon Qi from the East Mausoleum, Zhang Jian looked in that direction.
Deep within the East Mausoleum, it seemed as though a terrifying creature was about to be born, drawing endless thunderbolts to strike it.
"It doesn’t seem like natural thunder, more like a Thunder Tribulation..."
Zhang Jian’s eyes flickered. Amidst such Thunder Tribulation, strands of intense Evil Qi were dispersing, causing Zhang Jian’s heart to stir alarmingly.
Soon after, purple light appeared within the thunder above. The purple light no longer took the shape of thunder balls, transforming instead into a Thunder Hill, within which a Thunder Beast condensed from thunder roared out, slaying demons and evil spirits.
Before long, the Thunder Tribulation abruptly ceased, gradually dissipating.
"Failed?"
Seeing the thunder suddenly lose its target, Zhang Jian’s eyes flickered.
But upon sweeping his gaze across the Imperial Mausoleum, his brow furrowed sharply.
He sensed that beneath the sound of the thunder, there was a problem with the Feng Shui of the Imperial Mausoleum.
Originally, the Imperial Mausoleum had nine complete formations, imposing and magnificent.
Yet under the thunder light, the tomb’s gate was breached by purple lightning, as if a giant gap had appeared in the nine formations, and the purple aura of the Dragon Vein began to leak out.
In the Profound Void, countless strands of Evil Qi were being attracted, rushing towards the East Mausoleum, attempting to seep into the Dragon Vein.
"...The Dragon Vein is ruptured, and the national fortune won’t last long!"
Zhang Jian’s expression turned solemn, feeling that this was a heaven-sent calamity.
What was the Daqian Imperial Family up to that they sabotaged their own Feng Shui?
Zhang Jian had never seen such a thing!
As he retracted his gaze, he sensed strong auras converging from the Imperial City towards the East Mausoleum.
...
Before the East Mausoleum, Dongxiao Daoist and Dong Jue Daoist arrived together. These two Yin Spirit Venerables overseeing Haojing now gazed in shock at the shattered mausoleum gate.
The East Mausoleum was sealed using the finest Cyan Shimmer Stone, which should not have been damaged even by a rampant Flying Sword.
Now, however, it was torn open with a massive hole, the gate resembling a spiderweb.
They waited for a moment, not entering, until a figure walked out from one side of the East Mausoleum.
It was a figure in a high crown attire, resembling an ancient scholar-official, with a Longsword at his waist.
This figure exuded no aura, appearing to be a common official.
Upon seeing this figure, Dongxiao Daoist and Dong Jue Daoist solemnly straightened their expressions.
"Senior!"
They had long met this Primordial Spirit Master residing deep within the mausoleum.
After the battle at Chengguang Sect, Dongxiao Daoist and Dong Jue Daoist had specially gone to pay respects, now knowing this Primordial Spirit Master’s background.
In the darkness, this figure remained calm, waving a hand.
"What’s happening here doesn’t concern you; return now!"
"...This"
Dongxiao Daoist and Dong Jue Daoist exchanged a glance, seeing hesitation in each other’s eyes. Yet, knowing they couldn’t match this Primordial Spirit Master, they dared not probe further. Their Dao Practice wasn’t sufficient; they weren’t the Dong Shen Ancestor.
After Dongxiao Daoist and Dong Jue Daoist left, a figure clad in a Purple Python Robe, with a tall and robust build and long longevity eyebrows, emerged.
It was none other than Chao Mu, the Chief Eunuch of the palace.
"Dao Brother, how did this come to pass?"
Hearing this, the high crown figure shook his head.
"Under normal circumstances, given that thing’s immense power, once it takes shape, it may disturb the Tianhe."
Chao Mu furrowed his elongated longevity eyebrows. "But the mausoleum’s Dragon Vein can’t endure such a degree of backlash! This will affect the national fortune!"
The figure shook his head again.
"The Emperor’s quest for longevity is the price we must pay. Without refining that set of Emperor’s Treasure into form, how can we withstand the backlash of Dragon Qi?!"
"However, failure should only occur once. Next time, success is assured!"
Chao Mu’s face was expressionless. Though doubtful of such claims, he knew that the Daqian Imperial Family had no retreat but to press forward. Success would not only preserve the Heaven and Earth, but fulfill the dreams of Daqian Emperors throughout the ages.
He then looked deeper into the mausoleum, suddenly stepping forward, extending a hand to lightly press, causing the mausoleum gate to shatter.
The view inside unfolded.
Yet, with just one glance, Chao Mu’s brow furrowed deeply.
The outer Bronze Divine Generals’ Golden Bodies remained untouched, but in the chamber beside the tomb, most Everlasting Lamps were extinguished.
This was an ominous sign.
Moreover, inside the chamber were numerous standing coffins; several iron chains snapped in midair, with one coffin already fallen to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, it was the coffin of the Grand Ancestor Emperor Wei Yuanyang of Daqian.
The coffin was cracked on one side, revealing no remains inside—only a ceremonial Dragon Robe was buried with it.
The two regarded this scene without much concern, but seeing the anomalies within the Imperial Mausoleum, their expressions remained solemn, deeply sensing something amiss.
It was a complete Feng Shui breakdown.
This backlash was far greater than they anticipated.
The figure’s expression didn’t look any better; he said in a low voice, "I will restore the mausoleum, rebuild the Heaven-Supreme Altar, and ensure the national fortune is extended for another thirty-six years. In that time, the magical treasure will be completed, and by then, relocating the mausoleum will ensure a smooth transition!"
Chao Mu frowned tightly.
Though hopeful, he found it unlikely to proceed so smoothly.
Yet from the moment they set down this situation, he was mentally prepared, knowing too well the immensity of what they’d seized would harm the Tianhe.
"Too bad Dong Shen isn’t here; with him involved, there’d be no worry!"
Chao Mu didn’t hide his confidence in the Dong Shen Ancestor nor his mistrust of this figure.
Upon hearing this, the figure glanced at Chao Mu and, after a slight ponder, added, "You command the Black-clothed Guards. During this period, observe the external changes. With the Dragon Qi leaking, new Hidden Dragons will likely emerge among the districts, and other Dragon Veins will form. If we can capture a new Dragon Vein, take it for ourselves, assuredly we can find a way to renew the vitality of the Dragon Vein and patch the flaw!"
Hearing this, Chao Mu nodded lightly.
...
On the Observatory Platform, in the following days, Zhang Jian noticed that the damaged terrain deep within the mausoleum was slowly healing, with the boundless Evil Qi being blocked outside.
The inner Dragon Qi was restored to fullness, and not long after, he saw the National Fortune Black Dragon reappear.
This left Zhang Jian deeply astonished.
Usually, once a Feng Shui Formation was broken, it couldn’t be repaired; another Treasure Land had to be chosen.
A damaged Dragon Vein was a grave taboo.
The loss of Dragon Qi and the decline of national fortune were inevitable.
Could it actually be repaired?
"It seems that there must be some setup within the mausoleum that sealed the Dragon Vein and temporarily closed the gap!"
Zhang Jian mused to himself.
He had perused so many ancient texts and had some expertise in the art of Feng Shui and divination.
He even thought of a way to mend it.
