Sword Pavilion Secret Realm, by the lake, before the Thatched Hut.
Su Bai—or, more precisely, this divine-path incarnation that had condensed a divine body and become a god under the name Qingxuan Sword Immortal—sat cross-legged.
His eyes were slightly closed as he carefully experienced this newly forged divine body and the various changes and limitations that came with it through an entirely new, more refined perception.
A divine body was no mortal flesh. At its core, it was a fusion of highly condensed power of faith, the source of divinity, and fragments of this world's laws.
It was pure, powerful, and nearly immortal. Yet precisely because of this... it was fundamentally separated from mundane living beings by the difference in their levels of life.
"After becoming a god, divine might is naturally contained within, and laws follow in its wake."
Su Bai understood inwardly. "Neither Mortals nor Cultivators who have yet to touch upon the essence of laws can remain in close proximity to me for long."
"Even a peak Nascent Soul Cultivator, without special protection or my deliberate restraint, would have their physical body and divine soul assaulted by the higher laws and pressure of faith naturally emitted by my divine body after sharing a room with me for too long. At best, their minds would be cowed and their cultivation would stagnate."
"At worst, their Dao foundation would be damaged and their Lifespan depleted. This was one manifestation of how gods and mortals walked different paths."
This was not Su Bai's subjective intention, but an objective law of the divine body's existence.
Just as Mortals could not stare at the Scorching Sun for long, and blazing flame would burn moths that drew near.
Thus, when his divine body had first taken shape above the battlefield and its majesty