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

A radiant Divine Yang burst forth with an eye-catching brilliance, forcefully penetrating the armor and reducing the concealed deceased within to minced meat.


Zhang Buzhou's profile was stern, his entire body's pores emitting divine light that reflected off the sun above, faintly coalescing into a Divine Yang above his head.


He looked down at the guard beneath his feet, his brows slightly furrowed.


He faintly felt that this guard, who had "died" completely, seemed to be slowly regenerating.


But this regeneration was very slow, it would take years.


A young Martial Artist stood still as a rock; when he moved, his body seemed to be surrounded by lightning, not Heart Electricity, but real lightning, with each pore seemingly erupting with electrical light.


This was the intertwining of illusory Dharma, but as soon as he stepped into the Chains Realm and elevated Divine to Divine Skills, the illusory would descend into reality.


Chapter 139: Is There Still a Bright World Under Heaven? (8500 words)