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

"… Deep Red Laboratory is affiliated with the Ministry of Defense Second Research Institute and is one of only four P7 laboratories in the Federation, focusing mainly on research projects related to Wilderness Gods."


"Hel's physical form is confined in the Deep Red Laboratory, and according to a senior member of the Sect, it has been pierced by a knife and trapped in eternal slumber."


"Information about Hel? Well... I can share some with you, but the crucial parts will definitely not be given for free. These pieces of information were painstakingly collected by our predecessors!"


"If you wish, you can join our Wilderness Sect. Our structure is rather lax, without too many rigid rules. Once you join the Sect and accumulate Merit Points, you can exchange them for core intelligence about the Wilderness."


Jiang Minghuan tried to entice Ji Jingqiu to join, but her poor eloquence failed to sway him, resulting in a polite refusal.


Chapter 115: Martial Artist and God, Each Other's Nemesis