Amid the curling incense smoke, the Metropolitan City God let out a long sigh.
He knew his cultivation had reached its most critical bottleneck.
Cultivating the Divine Path was every bit as difficult as cultivating through the Mystic Gate, where heaven and man struggled against each other.
The foundation of his cultivation lay in his worshippers' Incense and Fire Prayer Power, and so did his shackles.
Put simply, was the god you became the one in your own heart, or the one in your worshippers' hearts?
Without Incense and Fire Prayer Power, it was hard to succeed on the Divine Path. Yet that very power kept remaking him, changing his Circuit Censorate.
The Metropolitan City God knew of a clear example from the Buddhist School in the Western Land. A cultivator who had sworn to attain greatness through the Divine Path had finally achieved a Golden Body after immense hardship.
But that was only the beginning of his ordeal.
That mighty figure had vowed to establish a lineage in the Central Land and move his place of practice there, laying a foundation for the Buddhist School. And then...
His Golden Body had originally borne three heads and six arms, its features wrathful, embodying the power to subdue all things.
But to gather more worshippers, he became associated with wisdom, wealth, and the like. One thing led to another, and his image gradually took on the form of a woman.
In the end, he was also expected to grant children and oversee relations between husbands and wives. There were even many tales of him offering his body to others.
Ultimately, the convictions in his heart could not coexist with the Divine Path. He died, his path extinguished, and split into many other gods.
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