Pingchuan reflects the night sky,
It is difficult for a mayfly to reach the sky.
Jiangxi Chaohai Guanxian Pavilion,
Confucianism and Taoism are commonplace but do not transform into gods...
Su Moku sat in front of the bamboo building, looking up at the sky. The stars on that day shone brightly, seeming to sing these four kinds of human despair on the road of construction.
Su Mo's intelligence reminded him of what the weirdo had said about the price of becoming a god, and also reminded him of the weirdo's loneliness.
The price of Confucianism and Taoism becoming a god is about to come out, and the price of a weirdo's transformation into a god is his entire sect.
Because the weirdo’s life is tied to the sect...
In contrast, it took hundreds of years for a Confucian sage to transform into a god before he succeeded in transforming into a mortal. Su Mo was already certain of the cost of transforming Confucianism and Taoism into a god.
When the Confucian sage became a god, he did not wait for his bonds to grow old one by one, but could only watch his bonds grow old one by one.
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And what about his bond with Su Mo? His bond with Su Mo and the karma he carries are too heavy.
As the weirdo said, the price... Su Mo can't bear...
Su Mo transformed into a god, like a mayfly ascending to the sky. It's not difficult, it's hopeless.
"Become a god, be a god."
Su Mo shook his head and stood up, facing the wind with a calm expression.
In fact, Su Mo doesn't have to be a god. In addition to his cultivation, he also has the body of a god.
This god is not that god. The monks turned into gods, and they were immortal gods who were transformed from the mortal world.
But the Gods are a chosen race, favored by heaven and earth...
One is cultivation and the other is bloodline.
If you don't transform into a god and concentrate on growing the body of the gods, you may not be able to dominate the heaven and earth.
It's a pity that Su Mo is just a young god. The gods have a long lifespan and naturally grow very slowly. Su Mo can't afford to wait.
If he was cultivating his divine body, Su Mo wouldn't need to practice at all. Take the void beast back to the outside world and find a star to sleep on. Maybe tens of thousands of years later, Su Mo will be an adult protoss.
But will the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths at that time still be the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths that Su Mo knew?
Will what Su Mo pursues still be there by then?
There is a little girl waiting for Su Mo at the lower reaches of the river. There are many teachers and sisters waiting for him throughout the nine heavens and ten places. There are thousands of people in the Ninth Realm watching him.
"You carry too much..." Du Pingsheng sat in the bamboo building and sighed, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
There was a hint of regret in Du Pingsheng's expression, and he shook his head as if he was blaming himself.
"It's a pity that I can't help you with anything except making alchemy."
For a moment, Du Pingsheng seemed much older again, with his white hair fluttering and showing a bit of vicissitudes...
A cool breeze blew past, blowing into Su Mo's heart, causing ripples.
Suddenly, the power of the Ninth Realm's National Destiny in Su Mo seemed to move involuntarily.
Su Mo closed his eyes, and a void of consciousness separated from Su Mo's spiritual thoughts, speeding towards the world and blending into the void.
In the whole world, could it be the king's land... But this power of national destiny, which was separated from the ninth realm, could still have some connection with Su Mo for some reason.
Su Mo's consciousness was in a trance, and under the pull of the power of national destiny, he returned to the ninth realm.
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On Daoxuan Mountain, everything is in ruins.
Dao Hua stood in the pavilion at the back of Daoxuan Mountain, looking at the master and his wife who disliked each other, and shook his head helplessly.
One dislikes the other for being too impatient, and the other dislikes the other for being too laid-back.
Under the kind guidance of the two of them, Dao Hua was neither impatient nor leisurely, and just showed off.
"What is cultivating an immortal?" Dao Hua curled his lips, "Being free and happy is what I pursue!"
"I am the brother of the Human Emperor of the Ninth Realm. When my brother comes back, just give me a seat as Prince Xiaoyao..."
This ray of Su Mo's consciousness floated to the back mountain of Daoxuan Mountain, driven by the power of national destiny.
It was shocking to find that Dao Hua's cultivation level had already passed the pill formation and reached the realm of Nascent Soul at some point.
It was just a void of consciousness and they couldn't see him.
A ray of breeze blew by, bringing Su Mo's thoughts to the swaying of the leaves...
Dao Hua trembled violently, as if he felt something, and suddenly raised his head to look into the void, muttering to himself:
"Su Mo?"
Su Mo's consciousness was like a gust of wind. Before he could say anything, it blew into the distance again...
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At the Demon Sect's mountain gate, there was silence with a hint of restlessness.
In a side hall, Cheng Anan rushed forward cross-legged with his eyes closed, but his aura was chaotic, and his face was filled with endless pain.
In front of Cheng Anan was Cheng Hongye, the anxious and helpless leader of the Demon Sect. Cheng Hongye saw Cheng Anan's aura becoming more and more violent, and a trace of annoyance flashed across his face.
"how's it going?"
An old woman came tremblingly into the side hall. She glanced at Cheng Anan's pained expression and then turned to look at Cheng Hongye.
"There is something wrong with her power of inheritance. She was too anxious to improve her cultivation, but as a result, her cultivation was not strong enough and was backfired by the power of inheritance. She is still struggling..." Cheng Hongye stared at Cheng An'an worriedly. He spoke to the elderly ancestor.
The ancestor of the Demon Sect frowned and sighed, shaking his head slightly.
"Why is she in such a hurry? Didn't she tell you a long time ago that she won't touch the inheritance until she reaches Nascent Soul?"
Cheng Hongye smiled bitterly and shook his head...what else could it be because of.
If she didn't want to go outside the boundary to find the young man as soon as possible, how could she be so desperate?
It's just that the world is blocked, how can she get out even if she is?
"This silly child..." The ancestor shook his head and sighed, "I can only pray that she will survive this disaster on her own, we can't help her."
Cheng Anan continued to try to unleash the power of inheritance, and the more anxious she was to integrate this power of inheritance, the stronger the backlash from the power of inheritance became.
Cheng Anan's face looked in agony, with all kinds of brilliance in confusion.
The breath is getting more and more messy, and when he is about to collapse...
Suddenly, a wisp of breeze blew into the side hall, blew onto Cheng Anan's cheek, and raised Cheng Anan's three thousand black and shiny black hair...
This wisp of breeze blows on the face like a spring of soft water, easily unfolding all kinds of chaos in Cheng An'an, and the messy threads merge into rivers, guiding the power of inheritance to be integrated into Cheng An'an's Taoism.
Cheng Anan's whole body trembled violently, and he slowly opened his soft eyes, feeling the breeze blowing on his face, and opened his mouth: "Su Mo..."
This wisp of breeze did not stop, but instead blew out of the side hall, heading into the distance.
Cheng Anan's eyes sparkled, like spring water from a river, and he smiled.
"wait for me......"
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