The huge mountain that pressed down on Su Mo and prevented him from transforming into a god was Su Mo's fetters and his foundation.
That giant mountain is Su Mo's Confucianism, Taoism and common people, the girl's longing, the dean's entrustment, the emperor's entrustment, and the entire ninth world's expectations!
How could Su Mo get rid of these mundane things?
Transform gods into gods, transform mortals into gods...
How can you become a god if you don't fade away from the mortal world?
This is an unavoidable calamity of death, and it is also the shackles that prevent Confucianism and Taoism from becoming a god in the world.
Over the past few days, Su Mo has tried several times, but it's still like a mayfly ascending to the sky.
No hope can be seen, no hope can be touched...
A misty aura emerged on Su Mo's body, and a coquettish flower god tattoo on Su Mo's forehead lit up.
Without disturbing others, the Nascent Soul's aura slowly climbed towards the Transformation God...
Su Mo closed his eyes and tried to attack the spirit again.
It's just that there seemed to be thousands of hands on the edge of the divine transformation, firmly grasping Su Mo's feet, preventing Su Mo from crossing the endless ravine.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye during Su Mo's impact.
The wind blew in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves made a rustling sound, which lingered in Su Mo's ears.
A stream of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of Su Mo's mouth...
The breath dissipated and the divine patterns dimmed.
Su Mo smiled bitterly and opened his eyes, his expression showing endless exhaustion.
"The world is my bondage, but now it has become my shackles!"
A sigh sounded...
Du Pingsheng walked out of the bamboo house with messy hair. Looking at the exhausted Su Mo, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Pingchuan Chaohai Guanxian Pavilion, Confucianism and Taoism are ordinary but not spiritual..."
“Is what the world calls Confucianism and Taoism the transformation of God really so appropriate?”
Su Mo turned back to look at Du Pingsheng, only to see Du Pingsheng holding a pill in his hand and handing it to Su Mo.
"Old Du..."
Su Mo took the elixir handed over by Du Pingsheng.
"Gu Ying Dan can prevent your Nascent Soul from suffering backlash when you fail to attack the God!" Elder Du explained and slowly sat next to Su Mo.
Su Mo had to attack the God Transformation for an unknown number of times. If this continues, Nascent Soul will inevitably suffer backlash and be injured...
Du Pingsheng seems to have thought of this situation for a long time, and what he has been practicing these days is Guying Dan.
The blood that spilled out of Su Mo's mouth just now was a sign that Nascent Soul had been injured...
Su Mo took a deep look at Du Pingsheng, raised his head and took the Guying Pill into his mouth.
Immediately, the Solid Soul Pill was like carrying thousands of spiritual waters, instantly healing Su Mo's Nascent Soul that had been backvoted, and wrapping the Nascent Soul with thick layers of protection.
Those layers of protection are filled with the elixir, fairy grass and Du Pingsheng's power of questioning...
"Have you encountered a problem?" Du Pingsheng asked calmly.
Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Every thought is too heavy and I can't let it go."
"If you can't let it go...you won't be able to get through it..."
Du Pingsheng patted Su Mo's shoulder gently: "Take your time and it will eventually fade away."
Su Mo turned to look at Du Pingsheng and said with a hint of heaviness, "I don't know how to fade away from the world."
Du Pingsheng shook his head and said, "How do you think the Confucian sage became a god back then?"
Su Mo was stunned when he heard this and slowly shook his head.
"It is rumored that when a Confucian saint transformed into a god, it took hundreds of years to fade away from the mortal world..." Du Pingsheng said slowly.
Su Mo trembled all over and his thoughts were confused.
It took hundreds of years for even the Confucian sage to fade away from the mortal world, but where did Su Mo get so much time...
What Qing Yi said when offering sacrifices to the sky, "The great calamity is coming," constantly oppressed Su Mo's nerves and urged Su Mo to grow.
Su Mo didn't know when the catastrophe mentioned by the dean would come. But he knew that he didn't have hundreds of years left to wait.
Su Mo turned to look at Du Pingsheng, but saw that Du Pingsheng just smiled slowly.
"Take your time, don't rush."
Du Pingsheng returned to the bamboo house again, leaving Su Mo sitting quietly in front of the door.
The warm wind blows through, carrying various causes and effects that cannot be solved!
"Disappearing from the mortal world...how can I fade away from the mortal world?"
Looking at the precedents of Confucianism and Taoism transforming into gods, Su Mo only knew of two people.
One is a Confucian sage from thousands of years ago.
One was a weirdo who was in the God's Domain that year.
The Confucian sage has fallen for thousands of years, leaving only a few remnants in the world.
And the weirdo is still in the ghost gate of God's Domain.
That weirdo once said to Su Mo: The cost of transforming Confucianism and Taoism into a god is so great that it is unbearable...
Su Mo didn't know what price the weirdo paid when he turned into a god, and whether that price was related to his death from the mortal world.
The ordinary world of Confucianism and Taoism is our own fetters. If fetters are the foundation, how can we become ordinary?
unless......
Su Mo trembled all over and fell into a deep trance for a moment.
"unless......"
"...All his bonds are dead!"
Su Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at the distant horizon, as if he could see the lingering pain in that weird man's eyes.
"Is this the price you paid for becoming a god..."
...
In the desolate God's Domain and the Ghost Gate, the land is desolate.
Between the gloomy sky and earth, there were only ruined weapons scattered everywhere. The cool wind blew by, kicking up dust and making the river full of unbearable memories.
A thousand-foot-high altar stands majestically in the desolate land of Ghost Gate. On top of the altar are more than ten huge stone statues that reach the sky.
In a circle surrounded by more than ten stone statues, a stone tablet stood there.
Next to the stone tablet was a withered skeleton, and next to the withered skeleton was a strange man with a broken body.
The weirdo has been accompanying the withered bones in this silent ghost gate, year after year, and maybe countless years...
Until it turned into a withered skeleton like the one beside him.
The strange man raised his head, leaning against the cold stone tablet, staring blankly into the void, seeming to see the young man in a trance...
"With your talent, you should have reached this point..."
The weirdo murmured to himself, his voice floating in the empty ghost gate, and no one responded.
"This is the price for Confucianism and Taoism to become gods..."
"I can only watch your ties leave you one by one. In the midst of life and death, I will realize the great truth and break away from the mundane world."
The weird man seemed to be lost in memories, with a look of sorrow on his lips as he murmured to himself: "When the junior sister was trapped in the ghost gate, the sect suffered great changes."
"Except for me, no one in my clan is alive..."
"A lot of my ties went with it."
"The decline of Confucianism and Taoism is destined to be a tragedy from beginning to end!"
The weirdo sighed and shook his head slowly.
It was because of an accident that led to the destruction of his sect that he was able to successfully fade away from the mortal world.
As for the Confucian sage, it was only after many of his 'ties' had aged and faded away in the long river of time that he successfully faded away from the mortal world through the realization of life and death...
"The more causes and effects, the more ties you have, and the further you go...but the more mundane things you need to give up."
A cool breeze blew by, and the weirdo rolled up his body.
"You have too many ties, just like the Confucian sage back then..."
"What will you do? Like the Confucian sages of the past, waiting for your bonds to leave you one by one in the long river?"
Biquge
