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Mo Hua’s heart trembled, and then he slowly furrowed his brows:
"If we follow this Law, doesn’t it mean that within a realm, cultivators simply cannot resist a Big Demon?"
High-rank cultivators cannot intervene, and low-rank cultivators have no power to contend.
Against a cultivator with high cultivation like Patriarch of the Qian Family, it’s still possible to overpower him by sheer numbers, with all cultivators united and working together to subdue him.
But facing a Big Demon like Feng Xi, more people are useless; after it drains their Blood Qi and consumes them, it can just recover.
The more people there are, the Big Demon might actually grow stronger.
Zhang Lan let out a long sigh and said,
"’Within a realm, a Big Demon is invincible’ is basically a consensus in the Cultivation World. Otherwise, the Taoist Court wouldn’t suggest relocating the city; it’s truly a helpless move born out of desperation."
"But Big Demons must die eventually, right?" Mo Hua said.
Zhang Lan nodded, "Of course, all things in the world, including demons, must experience life and death. Even the most powerful Big Demons are just that—demons, not immortals, so naturally, they will die."
"How do most Big Demons die?" Mo Hua asked again.
Zhang Lan thought for a moment and answered,
"Some starve to death after consuming all the cultivators in a realm; some die of old age after living for thousands of years; some are inexplicably struck down by Heavenly Dao Laws when they break through a boundary; and some are slain through the combined efforts of family clans and sects…"
"Combined efforts to slay?" Mo Hua’s expression shifted.
"Don’t even think about that," Zhang Lan guessed what Mo Hua was thinking and dismissed his idea,
"The clans and sects capable of slaying a Big Demon have legacies that span thousands or even tens of thousands of years, profound backgrounds, powerful sect disciples, and Protective Sect Arrays they can rely on. Only then can they slay a Big Demon… And even so, they will be severely weakened, paying a terribly painful price."
"If the Big Demon doesn’t appear within their own sects or factions, directly threatening the roots of their Taoist heritage, they have no choice but to attempt the slaying. Otherwise, they wouldn’t willingly take the risk."
"This place, Tongxian City, simply lacks any power with such profound backgrounds."
"Moreover, such events are extremely rare, and even in the records of Family Sects and Clans, similar accounts are few and far between."
Mo Hua felt somewhat disappointed.
As expected, any method he could think of, others had already thought of, and any method that could be used, others had already used.
In over twenty thousand years of the Taoist Court’s existence, there had been countless brilliant individuals, and not all other cultivators were fools; it wasn’t possible that what you think of, others could not.
But instead of decreasing, Mo Hua’s doubts only multiplied.
"Then why even have assessments for state boundaries? If there were no assessment, wouldn’t high-rank cultivators be able to slay Big Demons?"
"On what basis are these assessments determined?"
"Why is this place designated a Second-Grade Prefecture Border?"
"As for being struck down by Heavenly Dao Laws, what exactly are those Heavenly Dao, what rules, and how are they struck down?"
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Mo Hua, articulate, fired off questions rapid-fire.
Zhang Lan felt his scalp tingle at the barrage of questions.
That’s why being too smart isn’t such a good thing.
Once someone is smart, they have many questions, and with many questions, headaches are bound to follow.
When it comes to issues like the overall planning of the Taoist Court, the division of the Nine State, and the structure of heaven and earth, Zhang Lan had no answers, and he couldn’t just make irresponsible guesses.
First, it might mislead the younger generation, creating misconceptions in Mo Hua’s understanding of the path of Tao Cultivation.
Second, Mo Hua was no longer a novice in Tao Cultivation, and in fact, he knew much more about Formations than Zhang Lan did. If Zhang Lan were to blunder through an explanation, Mo Hua would likely spot the flaws easily.
To know what one knows and what one does not know is true knowledge.
Losing a little face was worth it.
Zhang Lan could only tell the truth, "I don’t know about these things…"
"Alright." Mo Hua was somewhat regretful.
Although Zhang Lan was from a Noble Clan, since he was still at the Qi Refinement stage, his ignorance was understandable.
Nevertheless, Mo Hua still wasn’t giving up:
"Is there really no way to deal with the Big Demon?"
Zhang Lan patted his shoulder,
"In the face of the Heavenly Dao, cultivators are actually very insignificant. In the pursuit of the Dao for a lifetime, the more one seeks, the more one realizes the unfathomable depths of the Great Dao, which cannot be fully comprehended by human effort. The Great Dao’s formidable disasters and variations cannot be countered by mere human power."
In other words, there was no way out.
Mo Hua whispered, "So we can only relocate the city?"
Zhang Lan sighed, "In a few days, the Taoist Court will deliberate once more. If it really comes to it, we will have to head to the wildlands in the south."
But in reality, there wasn’t much to discuss; it was just that nobody wanted to make the final decision until absolutely necessary.
After all, once the decision to relocate is made, it means leaving one’s home behind and leading a life of displacement, with an uncertain future ahead.