Heavenly Tribulation.
It was midsummer, and the heat rose in sweltering waves. Layers of thunderclouds shrouded the mountain, keeping it considerably cooler. Inside the hall, a man in blue stood below the seat of honor, respectfully reporting the recent developments.
"Something has happened at the great tomb of the Qi Kingdom on the Plainlands?"
The man seated above in a jet-black Daoist robe showed no change in expression as he read the dossier. Silver lightning faintly spilled from his side.
Hearing this news, Xu Xuan found much to consider. Great Qi had not endured long. Though it had entered and ruled the Central Plains with the support of Yinguang Hall, Emperor Gong of Qi had only reached the violet pinnacle.
As for his son, he had only been at the Purple Mansion middle stage. He had seized the opportunity to be buried in Red Cloud because he valued this land, where Emperor Wang's lifeblood and labor had gathered.
"According to the Liu Household, the important objects within this great tomb should have been taken away by the Imperial House long ago. With nothing left to suppress it, the tomb's qi leaked out and gave rise to spirits. After all... it belongs to the paths of Wu Earth and Vast Wood, corresponding respectively to Emperor Wang of Shu and the crown prince of Qi."
Liu Xingfang respectfully offered his conjecture. Xu Xuan nodded slightly; he shared the same view and merely said:
"Ye Canxuan, Ye Lingxiao-the names of Qi's Imperial Descendants grew more imposing with each generation, yet none came to a particularly good end. There is no need to speculate about the things in the tomb. The Song Clan must have collected them long ago."
Xu Xuan knew little about how Great Qi's last crown prince had died, but Emperor