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

Upon hearing this, Yue Wukong couldn't help but feel his spirit swayed, even the Black Sun Clan hadn't recorded this information.


Such a vast domain, indescribable, unportrayable, as the Great Universe almost constantly expands, giving birth to new life planets.


Yue Wukong reflexively asked, "When did this happen?"


Ji Jingqiu also privately nodded, equally curious.


Ku He hesitated for a moment, then shook her head with a bitter smile and said, "I don't know either, the records in our clan are quite brief, merely mentioned in passing."


While Ji Jingqiu was still pondering how vast one-fifth of the Great Universe must be, Mu Rouzhi's whisper suddenly reached his ears.


He glanced at the elf girl, who was communicating with him through a sound transmission.


Chapter 175: Trial Gate, Cangqing Lineage - Part 2