"Then it's settled. We'll begin by relocating the tomb of the late King Wu Ding!"
"Pass on my decree and make it clear to the nobles: not a single worthy ancestor is to be left behind. Move them all to Cloud Dream Mountain!"
Zi Shou slapped the table, and the ministers voiced their agreement in scattered groups.
In an age when tomb robbery had yet to become widespread, the ministers were not particularly supportive. Even with King Zhou's orders, they only intended to go through the motions. If those below refused to act, King Zhou would have a hard time relocating the tombs.
Add the nobles' resistance, and it was simply impossible.
Even if there was a tiny bit of sense in King Zhou's words, they would not do something guaranteed to earn them universal condemnation.
Pixiu, who was most deeply involved in the matter, had initially wanted to remonstrate with him. But after reconsidering, he felt nothing but admiration.
King Zhou still had years left to live, yet the Human Race's Fortune could not go without something to anchor it. Using the bones of other worthy ancestors was therefore the best solution.
King Zhou was risking accusations of disrespecting his ancestors by taking the lead in digging up his own ancestral mausoleums and relocating their remains. What more could anyone else say?
And besides...
Pixiu was also involved in immortal cultivation and knew something about Fortune.
Zhao Gongming had once said that the feng shui of the Human Race's tombs bore some relation to its Fortune.
Then could the previously calculated years remaining to Cheng Tang's legacy also have something to do with the tombs' feng shui?
Could changing their location extend that legacy a little longer?
King Zhou knew none of this. He merely wanted to use his