Chapter 1144 - 1086. Burial Done
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The soldiers grabbed their shovels. The sound of hundreds of pounds of dirt hitting the wooden lids of the coffins began. It was a heavy, hollow, suffocating sound, the sound of history being buried. Slowly, methodically, the deep earthen chambers were filled, the soil packed down tight, sealing the Wei Dynasty in the absolute dark.
Once the earth was leveled, the stonemasons took over. Using massive blocks of pre cut, polished grey granite that had been hauled up the mountain, they began the rapid, highly coordinated construction of the surface tomb.
They worked with an intense, reverent speed, erecting a beautiful, sweeping stone structure that was undeniably befitting of Cao Cao, the Cao Clan, and the Five Wei Generals.
It possessed the grand, austere architecture of a sovereign’s resting place, yet it purposefully lacked the imperial dragons and golden insignias that would have challenged the Hengyuan mandate.
It was a monument of tragic grandeur.
When the last stone was mortared into place, the air filled with the heavy, pungent scent of burning sandalwood.
Lie Fan signaled for the spiritual rites to begin. Several high ranking priests, draped in flowing ceremonial robes, stepped forward. They lit massive bundles of incense, the thick white smoke curling up toward the pale afternoon sky, carrying their prayers to the heavens.
The rhythmic, hypnotic chanting of the priests echoed over the plateau, a somber melody pleading for peace for the restless souls of the fallen.