A God Preaches the Dao
Lord Yellow Mountain cast Mo Hua a suspicious glance.
Come to think of it, it had been several years since he had last seen Mo Hua.
Just now, he had been too stirred up by the matter of the Life-Bound Divine Statue, his gratitude beyond words. For a moment, Mo Hua had seemed to possess the bearing of dragon and phoenix, peerlessly handsome, his whole body radiating golden light.
But upon looking carefully now, Lord Yellow Mountain realized this did not seem to be his "illusion."
A faint golden radiance truly did seep from Mo Hua's Divine Thought.
Only gods could see this kind of golden light.
And compared to before, Mo Hua's Divine Consciousness had become even more obscure, more concealed, deeper than the sea.
The stronger one's Divine Consciousness, the more impossible it was to peer into.
An almost absurd conjecture rose in Lord Yellow Mountain's heart.
"Young friend, you—" Lord Yellow Mountain hesitated.
"What is it?" Mo Hua asked.
After pondering for a moment, Lord Yellow Mountain shook his head. "Nothing—"
He did not dare ask it aloud.
Humans and gods were fundamentally different.
To enter the Path of Deification in a mortal body of flesh and blood was a heaven-shaking taboo.
Such a person would face a great tribulation.
Once this secret leaked, it would surely bring Divine Calamity, drawing the attention—and even the suppression and killing—of countless gods between Heaven and Earth.
Flesh Deification was the path of "blaspheming the gods."
And for mortal cultivators, taking the path of Daoization Deification was likewise fraught with murderous peril.
One wrong step, and they would fall into an evil path, degenerating into malformed flesh-and-blood evil gods, their malicious thoughts scattering across the land like a plague.
In Lord Yellow Mountain's long memories,