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

Li Xuantian returned to the courtyard of the old estate, nestled within verdant greenery and enclosed by towering walls, as if it were a Pure Land apart from the mundane world, serene and secluded, with walls overgrown by climbing vines.


Should one look down from the sky, they'd find the entirety of the Li Family's old residence situated within thirty li of White Jade City.


And be it Heavenly Market City, Taiwei, or Ziwei, all are established beyond the hundred li boundary of White Jade City.


Building a base outside on one's own is a privilege not even the various dojos and major Business Alliances can obtain.


As Li Xuantian stepped deeper into the courtyard, a few emerald lotus leaves floated in a pond, and a slender figure raised a hand.


Chapter 99: This Matter Ends Here