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

Ji Jingqiu launched a ferocious sneak attack, killing one with all his might, but was not allowed a moment of rest.


Just in a flash, the encirclement of the other four had already closed in!


The four men attacked together; even if their weapons were not their strongest, their presence was still majestic, Qi Force surged, weapons became extensions of their bodies, clashing and competing.


Ji Jingqiu was prepared, sweeping his long saber to create a winding light, displacing two assailants with speed faster than lightning, then using the momentum to retreat backward, distancing himself from the center of the encirclement.


He retreated several steps, the force on his blade transferring into his body, causing his blood to surge and forcing him to expend power to suppress the Qi Force within, but it was all worth it.


A moment later, or had he failed to kill Song Chongshan, he would have been dragged into the quagmire of a five-man attack.


Chapter 122: This Sword is Called A Sliver of Hope!_3