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Qiu Xianyu seemed to be recounting a grand legend. The Dragon Emperor had once held an entire era beneath his heel and amassed the wealth of the world. He had been the true supreme ruler of heaven and earth.

Lin Mo voiced his "admiration" and called him "impressive," while inwardly thinking, No wonder your Yuan clan was wiped out.

With a way of accumulating wealth like that, it would have been hard for people not to rebel.

Although Lin Mo resented Li Chen, he had spent long enough in the Imperial Court as a Ministry of Works official to know that, aside from their considerable spending on wars, Li Chen and the previous Li emperors had generally behaved reasonably.

Looking at it this way, Lin Mo felt that none of these emperors were any good.

He could not help it. He simply did not have a favorable impression of emperors.

Even if Li Chen was a little better than the Dragon Emperor, Lin Mo still disliked him.

As they ventured deeper into the tomb, Lin Mo drew a deep breath and felt his cultivation art resonate strangely with the energy here, as though every thread of spiritual energy were actively gathering around him.

"Just standing here feels immensely beneficial," Lin Mo murmured, a flicker of excitement crossing his eyes.

He knew that if he could cultivate here for a while, his cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds.

Qiu Xianyu seemed to notice what he was thinking. She gave him a cold glance. "Don't get excited too soon. The energy here is abundant, but extremely volatile. You must sit in meditation and circulate your cultivation art to absorb it, or the spiritual essence here could backlash against you."

Lin Mo's heart tightened. He hurriedly composed himself and said respectfully,