Leveling mountains and razing temples.
This was what leveling mountains and razing temples truly meant!
They had severed entire lineages and traditions. This was the Daoist Order: they never let vengeance wait overnight.
The moment they caught their breath, they crossed the sea without the slightest hesitation. Mahoutokoro had originally been an obscure little school, pushed out to Iwo Jima.
It could barely recruit any students.
Once the traditions of Shinto and the Onmyoji were wiped out, however, Mahoutokoro rose to prominence, grew cocky, and even rewrote its own history of magic.
It claimed to have a long and illustrious history, explaining that it had often had no students before because they had all been day students, and so on.
Father and son strolled across the square. This time, as they passed the unmarked graves and looked at the assortment of broken weapons, a new understanding suddenly came to them.
"Dad, does our Daoist Order stay out of worldly conflicts?"
Zhang Xiao suddenly found himself very curious about this. In a direct confrontation during the age of cold steel, there was really no telling who would win.
"We do. The mundane world is a great vat of dye. You can travel among mortals, but getting involved rarely ends well.
"It's not as though nobody tried in ancient times. Take Zhang Jiao, for example. He was simply worn down until he collapsed.
"No matter how remarkable his cultivation was, how much talisman water could he make? How many people could he save?"
Zhang Chengdao sighed. "Zhang Jiao carried the resentment of the people and ushered in an age of great conflict. Who can say whether that was right or wrong?
"Without Zhang Jiao, nobody knows what course the future would have taken."
That was true enough. Without Zhang Jiao, would there