Pingchuan mirrored the night sky, beneath an empty sky,
For a mayfly, ascending to heaven was harder than hard.
Jiangxi Chaohai Immortal-Viewing Pavilion,
In the Confucian Dao, mortals could not reach Spirit Transformation...
Su Mo sat motionless before the Bamboo Pavilion, his head tilted toward the heavens. The scattered stars glittered above, seeming to sing of these four kinds of mortal despair along the path of cultivation.
With his keen mind, Su Mo recalled what the Strange Man had once said about the price of Spirit Transformation, then thought of the Strange Man's solitary, desolate existence.
The price of Spirit Transformation through the Confucian Dao was on the verge of revealing itself: the price the Strange Man had paid was his entire sect.
For all the attachments of the Strange Man's life lay within his sect...
And comparing this with how the Confucian Sage had taken centuries to successfully shed his mortality left Su Mo certain of the price of Spirit Transformation through the Confucian Dao.
When the Confucian Sage underwent Spirit Transformation, he had not been waiting for those he was bound to to grow old one by one; he could only watch them grow old one by one.
Before undergoing Spirit Transformation, how many attachments could the Confucian Sage have had?
And what of Su Mo's attachments? His attachments and the karma he bore were far too heavy.
Just as the Strange Man had said, that price... Su Mo could not bear it...
For Su Mo to undergo Spirit Transformation was like a mayfly ascending to heaven. It was not difficult, but hopeless.
"Spirit Transformation, Spirit Transformation."
Su Mo shook his head and rose, standing in the wind with a calm expression.
In truth, Su Mo could also choose not to undergo Spirit Transformation. Besides his cultivation, he