Mo Hua's heart shook, and then he slowly furrowed his brow.
"If this law is followed, doesn't that mean that within a single realm, cultivators have no way to fight a great monster at all?"
High-level cultivators could not intervene, and low-level cultivators were powerless to contend with it.
Against a powerful cultivator like the Qian Family Ancestor, they could still rely on superior numbers, with the cultivators working as one to subdue him.
But against a great monster like Feng Xi, numbers were useless. After it exhausted its blood qi, it would eat people and replenish itself again.
The more people there were, the stronger the great monster might become instead.
Zhang Lan let out a long sigh and said, "'Within a single realm, a great monster is invincible' is basically the consensus of the cultivation world. Otherwise, the Dao Court would not have suggested moving the city. This truly is a helpless measure born of having no other choice."
"But great monsters will die eventually, won't they?" Mo Hua asked.
Zhang Lan nodded. "Naturally. All things in the world live and die. However strong a great monster is, it is still only a monster, not an immortal, so of course it will die."
"Then it's... formations?"
Mo Hua's mind was shaken to the core, and he could not help crying out despite himself, "The most... the smallest grand formation..." Mo Hua stared blankly and murmured, "Wouldn't that be..."
"Was it a strange daoist?"
The cultivation world had developed for more than twenty thousand years, and there had been countless people of breathtaking talent. Other cultivators were not fools, either. It was impossible that something he could think of, others could not.
Mr. Zhuang let out a slight breath of relief.
But Mo Hua's doubts had not lessened