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

Under that single palm strike, what spread was a chilling "darkness". As the Dharma intertwined, Ji Jingqiu felt as if he was in the center of a vortex, unable to extricate himself.


Is this person who has such formidable strength a member of the Four Gods Church?


Ji Jingqiu's thoughts stirred, and he raised his hand to form a fist. His punch was extremely slow, as if being engulfed by rolling turbid waves, beyond his control, yet it struck first despite being later.


When fist and palm met, a sudden explosive collision of Qi Force burst forth, spilling outward, sharper than a blade's edge, slicing through the surrounding environment and leaving several feet of marks on the walls.


Ji Jingqiu merged into every inch of his muscles; the dawn light transformed into a halo that enveloped him, offsetting some of the force.


His body remained seated, unmoving, his expression usual, his eyes deeply gazing at the attacker.


Chapter 207: Seeing Through the Finite Body, Comprehending the Realm of No Emotion_4