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

"That Heavenly Human Dao Body?" Ji Anyu's gaze was intense, "You've cultivated the Heavenly Person Swordsmanship, can't you find the location of that Daoist Collection?"


"Cousin, you should have guessed, that Daoist Collection was left behind by Marshal He!"


"Just because of this, it is impossible for the Daoist Collection to fall into the hands of anyone from the Six Great Families!"


Ji Anyu lamented, "Then do you plan to participate in this generation's Martial Arts competition?"


Ji Anquan laughed derisively, "Cousin, even if I wanted to participate, would those old immortals allow it?"


He shook his head and said, "It is an act with no benefits, only risks. If we lose, it would tarnish our Ji Family's reputation, and outsiders would only say, after all these years, no one has cultivated Marshal Ji's legacy, is this all? If we win, no one would be surprised, instead, they would take it for granted."


Chapter 107: In the Absence of Heroes, Mediocrity Rises to Fame_2