Tang Fangxian and his clansmen were merely the Mohist School's successors two thousand years later, yet their abilities were already so unfathomable.
Could the true Mohist School have been nothing like what the history books portrayed...
Could its destruction have had nothing to do with its "rigid adherence to old rules" or suppression by imperial power...
But rather, had they glimpsed something and been deliberately erased by the Heavenly Dao?
If the Mohist School had not been destroyed, given how far its technological research had been ahead of the rest of the world in that era, even if only the Qin Mohists, one of its three later branches, had survived and continued devoting themselves to technological research, our country's technological development in modern society surely would not have lagged so far behind the West.
At that moment, my attention shifted to the next mural.
This mural seemed to depict a house.
Whoever had carved these murals was clearly someone formidable, but their drawing skills really left something to be desired. I could only vaguely make out a house with five people inside.
Besides those five people, a group armed with large sabers stood outside the house. The mural did not show exactly how many there were, but judging from the way it was drawn, there seemed to be quite a few.
The style was peculiar, too. Despite the crude drawing, I could tell these people radiated murderous intent.
I froze for a few seconds, and then my hair stood on end.
Could the five people inside the house be the five of us?
Then that group outside with their large sabers, looking so murderous... were they here to kill us?
The longer I looked, the more alarmed I became. I hurried to look at the next mural, hoping to find