Thoughts are not clear.

This year, Ji Jingqiu is 16 years old.
To survive, he envisions the Fire House Buddha Prison, plants a bodhi treasure tree, and embarks on the path of martial arts.
Many years later,
A brilliant light arises, illuminating endless darkness.
A towering ancient tree, with emerald green leaves and a canopy like a pavilion, rises with glass-like clarity into the sky, supporting a divine realm of pure land, spanning countless ages, illuminating the three realms and ten directions.
On this day,
All martial artists under heaven look up to it, like mayflies seeing the blue sky.
...
...
"Within there is a bodhi tree, which I planted when I set foot in martial arts, and now it has grown to provide a canopy."
"I see everything in the world, and nothing is like me."
"That year, I scoured history books, this history without era, I looked horizontally and vertically, and saw those characters – ‘The world’s storms come from us.’”
...
— Excerpt from the autobiography of Ji Jingqiu, the proud sun of the martial arts world of today.

Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

As the Supreme True Buddha was blasted away by Yang Yan's punch,


Yang Wei, who served as the vessel for the True Buddha, stood petrified below.


Under the True Buddha's unrestricted extraction, he was already a living skeleton, facing death.


With great difficulty, he reached for his neck, pulled down, but only felt the token hosting the will of the True Buddha, empty and hollow.


"What kind of evil technique have you used?!"


Yang Yan's expression remained calm as he delivered another punch to him.


Zhang Chongba looked on blankly, unable to believe his own eyes.


Even Leng Dao, who had always been cold-faced, appeared lost for the first time.


Zhang Chongba stiffly raised his head to look at the three native gods.


Chapter 41 The First Customer of the Pure Land