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

The man lifted his head, following the trajectory of the cicada as it flew.


The dazzling sunlight caused him to squint, barely making out the golden-red outline of the sun and the cicada fluttering towards it.


It was hard to tell how much time had passed.


The man had waited for a very long time, seemingly forever, never leaving, not knowing whether it was reluctance to leave or anticipation.


Boldly sounding its voice against Heaven and Earth.


So faint, just like the insignificant ants under the vast canopy of heaven, yet brimming with a bold and exuberant life force.


Suddenly, the man burst into laughter, louder and louder, bending over with joy, utterly delighted; he had finally found the person he was searching for.


He finally understood why Mu Shitian favored this youth before him.


Chapter 159 Chan Cries for a Lifetime but It's Only Qiu (End of Volume)_6