Dark clouds still poured down torrential rain, smashing against the golden roofs and bursting into mist, then gathering at the eaves' edges into waterfalls.
The lofty imperial palace was steeped in a stifling atmosphere, with many figures hurrying through the shadows.
Bai Yujun hovered high amid the curtain of rain and looked down. Her dragon eyes saw the Imperial Dynasty's fortune rapidly crumble and collapse. The colossal entity forcibly kneaded together had lost its support; from the instant the False Human Emperor's spine was dug out, it had lost its foundation. When Zi Jie died, that vast fortune reached its end, peeling away and spilling out layer by layer at an unimaginable speed.
The condensed fortune was dragonlike yet not a dragon, anxiously and futilely searching for a remedy. Like a guttering candle in the wind, it swayed in the storm yet refused to go out. Alas, no one could hold up the Imperial Dynasty.
The dispersing fortune gathered on its own in every direction, creating the fortunes of all manner of chaotic factions. It was foreseeable that nobles and Aristocratic Clans everywhere would wage war upon one another in the future, with countless ordinary commoners at the bottom paying with their lives.
The Old Eunuch's corpse lay sprawled across the high threshold of the palace courtyard. The rain had already washed away the blood, leaving only his pale face staring unblinking toward where the emperor was.
Other than the Old Eunuch, no one cared about the corpse on the throne. Greed had blinded them all.
The Imperial Dynasty's fortune struggled in its death throes, trying to maintain its existence.
Perhaps having realized it had been deceived and flown into a rage from humiliation, the Imperial Dynasty's fortune let out an angry roar. Within Chaoge City, the beams and pillars