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

Located in the laboratory underground of the Four Guardian Stars.


Zhuang Butong gazed at the beautifully stunning woman who was pierced by the long blade, frozen in a particular moment within layers of heavy seals and constraints.


It was akin to revering the legendary figure suspended upon the cross.


A faint thought was wildly influencing him—trying to compel him to rescue the woman beneath the blade at all costs.


"Mr. Zhuang, I remember reading in your file that you have practiced with the Ten Thousand Ancient Blade?" A researcher in a white lab coat approached him.


Zhuang Butong glanced at him and nodded: "Good afternoon, Dr. Chen. Indeed, I have practiced with the Ten Thousand Ancient Blade. Is there a connection to this blade?"


Dr. Chen smiled, not answering directly, but instead introduced to him:


Chapter 110: Who is the Latecomer?!