There was something wrong with the old emperor's aura...
Li Ping'an frowned slightly.
His Dharma Eyes peered through layer upon layer of barriers at the old emperor inside the Imperial Palace.
With the Dragon Vein at its center, the entire country's mountains and rivers were linked together.
The golden infant, nurtured over the dynasty's eight hundred years, represented all of the dynasty's fortune.
Its aura was dissipating little by little.
At first, Li Ping'an had thought the Dragon Vein was leaking.
The invasion of Yaomo had caused the dynasty's fortune to wane.
But upon closer inspection, he soon noticed something amiss.
That vast, mighty power was being affected by a hidden grand array laid deep within the earth veins.
This was a natural formation, with eighteen mountain peaks aligned with the Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces.
The slightest movement could draw upon the power of the sun, moon, and stars to form a grand array.
Spanning east to west, it guided this power in an endless stream toward the Imperial Palace.
And the array's core was where the old emperor sat.
Li Ping'an understood at once.
This old fellow thought his life was too short and had devised this method to prolong it.
It had caused the Dragon Vein to leak, drawing all these Yaomo here.
Then he had sent people to Shushan for reinforcements to repel the Yaomo and the sect forces from the various provinces watching for an opening.
What a scheme!!
The ruler of a nation.
For his own selfish interests, he had not hesitated to sacrifice more than half the dynasty's fortune, causing countless commoners to die at the hands of Yaomo.
"Tsk, tsk~"
"Humm-!!"
Li Ping'an raised his right hand, forming a sword gesture.
Sword light flared along the blade,
A long sword cry rang