The colossal mountain that weighed upon Su Mo and kept him from reaching Spirit Transformation was both the fetter of his attachments and his foundation.
That colossal mountain was the mortal world of Su Mo's Confucian Dao, Girl's longing, the Dean's instructions, the emperors' trust, and the hopes of the entire Ninth Realm!
How could Su Mo shed these mortal ties?
Spirit Transformation, Spirit Transformation-transforming from mortal to divine...
Without shedding mortality, how could he become divine?
This was an unavoidable Death Tribulation, and the shackle that kept the world's practitioners of the Confucian Dao from becoming divine.
Over these past days, Su Mo had already tried several times, yet it was still like a mayfly trying to climb to heaven.
He could neither see hope nor touch it...
An ethereal aura emerged from Su Mo, and an alluring Flower of the Other Shore Divine Rune lit up on his forehead.
Without disturbing anyone else, his Nascent Soul aura slowly climbed toward Spirit Transformation and beyond...
With his eyes closed, Su Mo once again attempted to break through to Spirit Transformation.
But at the threshold of Spirit Transformation, there seemed to be countless hands clutching his feet, refusing to let him cross this chasm whose end lay beyond sight.
Half a month passed in a flash as Su Mo attempted to break through to Spirit Transformation.
Wind blew through the bamboo grove, and the rustling of bamboo leaves lingered endlessly in Su Mo's ears.
A trickle of bright red blood seeped from the corner of Su Mo's mouth...
His aura dispersed, and the Divine Rune dimmed.
Su Mo gave a bitter laugh and opened his eyes, endless exhaustion in his expression.
"The mortal world is what binds me, yet now it has become my shackle!"
A sigh sounded...
Du Pingsheng