Way of Immortal Sovereign

Listening to the old scholar's wry smile and long sigh, Shenggong Yan and Li Taibai were shocked, like being struck by lightning.

How detached is the demigod realm?

Not to mention that the existence of this realm surpasses the saints, even relying on geographical advantages, it can also contend against the true gods!

What a formidable realm and power is this, why is it related to those uncomfortable words in the mouth of Yasheng?

Prisoner, does it mean a saint?

The road of no return, does it mean the road of spiritual practice?

Shenggong Yan and Li Taibai looked at each other, both of them saw the shock and horror in each other's eyes. Finally, the two of them turned their eyes to the old scholar, respectfully, and said, "I beg you, Yasheng!"

The old scholar sighed and said faintly after a long silence: "In fact, there is nothing to say. In the final analysis, it's just their own choices."

"Everyone knows that the supreme life is ten thousand years, and the saint life is one hundred thousand years, but it is not clear how short a one hundred thousand years of life is for a saint."

Yasheng continued to speak, his voice helpless and bitter, "One hundred thousand years of life, if it weren't truly stunning, talented and unparalleled, it would be impossible to break through the mysteries of the divine way during this period of time, and truly achieve the gods and gods. If it can’t be done, what will happen once the life limit expires?”

The old scholar looked at Yan Shenggong and Li Taibai, and asked strangely.

"Find the elixir, or kill yourself?"

Li Taibai spoke in a deep voice, his expression extremely solemn.

The old Confucian nodded lightly, seeming to feel a little emotional: "It's a pity that the elixir is so rare, so rare that it almost doesn't exist, even a saint can't easily find it."

"Then you can only cut yourself with a knife?"

Sheng Gong frowned, and hesitated, "Speaking of slashing a knife, right? Just like the Canglan Canglan, he survived from the end of ancient times to the present, at least for millions of years, and the other three sages. , And they have survived for hundreds of thousands of years by this method. Although they will fall from the peak after a self-cutting, and become bound, but as long as they are still alive, there is a glimmer of hope to break through the divine way, if you can truly achieve the holy and enlightenment during this period , Can’t that break the shackles and regain a new life?”

"I only know one, but don't know the other."

The old Confucian sighed and shook his head, his expression becoming more and more weird: "The world only knows that a single slash will drop to the peak, but they don’t know that there is another biggest drawback... It is that although this stab slows the passage of vitality, it also cuts itself off. It’s impossible to go out of the saint and enter the gods for the whole life. He will be trapped in the realm of a saint for the rest of his life, and he is the weakest saint of that kind!"

"If it weren't for this, for millions of years, how could the Cang Clan Canglan always fail to set foot on the divine way? Is the aptitude of an existence capable of becoming a saint really so unbearable?"

"How fair is the avenue. If you want to have it, you have to give up. You can really slow down the passing of vitality and survive for a long time. But because of this, you have become a prisoner of this world, and you will never be able to break through the realm of the saints and live like this...Really Does it make sense?"

The old Confucian student's voice was not loud, but it fell in the ears of Sheng Gong and Li Taibai but was like a sky thunder, deafening, because even the two of them did not know the secrets about this self-slashing knife, and there was no record in the Confucian classics.

But when I think about it, both of them are relieved. After all, how detached and rare saints are. There are only those who have come here in all ages. In the history of Confucianism, there have never been saints who have slashed themselves. As for the few in the world today. , Perhaps I still don't know the drawbacks of this method, or have already noticed a trace, but they all want to hide this secret to maintain the majesty of the immortal pinnacle.

"Slicing oneself, quitting the path of practice, is not worth the loss."

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Shenggong Yan and Li Taibai whispered, but the old scholar smiled sarcastically, "You must know that although the existence that can achieve the status of a saint is super talented, but if you want to see the threshold of the gods in one hundred thousand years, if there is no great opportunity , It is absolutely impossible. At that time, it will break through hopelessness, and the life limit will be in front of you, even with the spirit of the saint, can you really face death calmly? At that time, there will be several saints in the world who can choose not to linger. Survive?"

"Besides, even if you see the threshold of Shinto, you also know how difficult it is to go out of the Holy Way. At that time, even if there is a holy person who hopes to set foot on Shinto, he will not necessarily have the courage to take that step, even if it takes that. After one step, a demigod can be achieved, and the lifespan will increase to a million years, and few people still dare to gamble."

At this point, the expression on the old Confucian student's face became more and more weird, "You two, do you know why this is?"

Sheng Gong Yan and Li Taibai shook their heads in a cold sweat.

"Because after taking that step... it is tantamount to embarking on a path of no return! It must be truly achieved from the demigod realm within a million years. If it is not possible to do so, it will only fall after the limit One way."

The old scholar sighed, his complex expression was somewhat helpless and bitter, "Because as long as you step into the demigod realm, you can no longer cut yourself, and there is no longer the option of lingering and breathing!"

"Slashing yourself and becoming a prisoner of heaven and earth is exclusive to the realm of saints. Demigods, gods, and even legendary immortals can't do this."

"The Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth, how fair and cruel!"

"The road of no return, the road of decapitation, if you can't reach the other shore after you set foot on it, you will only die by death."

"Millions of years sound very long, right? After glancing at the Shinto realm, do you think it’s just a matter of time to get involved in it? Wrong, totally wrong! The old man has become a demigod for more than seven hundred thousand years. The scenery is here for a long time, but I still can't enter the hall, or even do not know how to do it at all. Not to mention the remaining 300,000 years, even if it is given to the old for a million years, I dare not say that I will be able to become a god."

"This step is so difficult..."

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The old scholars laughed at themselves again and again, and there were emotions of regret or bitterness in their eyes. This made Yan Shenggong and Li Taibai both feel numb and a little creepy.

How about Ashen talent?

Throughout the ages, Confucianism has countless sages and great abilities, and they can definitely rank in the top five!

But it was just this kind of surprise that was so stunning, the supreme existence that shook the ancients and the present, took a full 700,000 years, and was still stuck outside the threshold of the Shinto realm.

This step was simply a gulf of heaven, so that Sheng Gong and Li Taibai did not dare to think about the vastness and depth of it.

And what made the two of them numb the most is that before stepping into the demigod realm, the cultivator had the option of slashing himself.

Without this choice, even those who step into the semi-god realm will not see hope, they will not breed the most useless emotions like regret and interfere with the shaky Taoist heart; and those who have clearly seen the divine Tao, and finally Retreating and choosing to slash oneself, what regret and unwillingness should he spend his entire life?

How many times will these people ask questions from the bottom of their hearts. If they didn't choose to kill themselves at that time, would they be another world now?

At this moment, Shenggong Yan and Li Taibai suddenly understood that the reason why the sages in the history of Confucianism did not tell and record these secrets was really because this choice was too much to torture the cultivator's Taoism.

For cultivators, this kind of torture of the Taoist heart should be delayed or not, and the later the better. Only when things come to the fore, is the decision of their own minds, and this is the only way, regardless of the future outcome after the choice, the bottom of their hearts Your regrets and unwillingness will be minimized.