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

At this moment, Ji Jingqiu understood what Master Yang meant when he said, "The mysteries here are profound and beyond the comprehension of outsiders."


Guided by the Heart Fire, his spirit was drawn to a place where all around him was the Void.


He was vaguely puzzled; the feeling here was strikingly similar to that of the Spirit Ocean.


The creaking sound of a portal opening overhead made Ji Jingqiu look up, only to see an unstable gateway teetering above him.


He felt an overwhelming sense of weight, ancientness, and vastness rushing toward him.


That boundless vastness, as if it had existed since the birth of the universe, brought a spiritual cleansing over Ji Jingqiu's mind.


It seemed to erode his spirit with the vicissitudes of thousands of years, dragging him into the depths of the Time River, sinking ceaselessly.


With just a few more glances, he felt as if his spirit were being sucked away.


Chapter 50 The Essence of Martial Arts Lies in "Me