Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

What do they have?!

How ridiculous!

How absurd!

But at the same time, he felt some relief and even exhilaration, because the number of people acting in such a manner wasn't large, only three or four!

And as far as he knew, those who awaited here numbered over ten, even more!

Four continuous blade strikes, deepening over the gaps carved out by Zhuang Butong, deepening, deepening, deepening!

All martial artists who could sense the situation here were stunned beyond words—

Zhuang Butong, after accumulating for thirty-one years, how many blades has he fostered?!!

Especially those few who attempted to shake the tree, they could not understand, was the gap between themselves and Zhuang Butong really this vast?!

It must be that Zhuang Butong has concealed the true secret technique!

Yet they remained unaware.

During this time, Zhuang Butong had already become distracted, as if seeing Heavenly People.

"Senior Zhuang!" Ji Jingqiu suddenly said solemnly, "This is my final blade, also the only blade formed from the fusion of a hundred blades, please evaluate it."

Zhuang Butong, already in a stupefied state, suddenly came back to his senses, understanding Ji Jingqiu's implication, which was his own understanding of Sword Skill, also his first step on the path of self-discovery.

Ji Jingqiu drew his final and the first Ten Thousand Ancient Blade, looking up at the sky, with a vibrant and fresh life force slowly flowing through his heart, an unprecedented sense of ease arose.

He clearly knew, he has not made a wrong choice, this is the path he should take!

Those who want to save all beings must first be saved by all beings!

He gained a new understanding of this phrase.

Today, he would ferry Senior Zhuang through this passage!

Emotions suppressed for seven days dramatically surged on this day; he laughed heartily, brandishing the blade ferociously downwards!

In that moment.

Zhuang Butong, along with countless martial artists at the Sixth Limit, seemed to hear a faint whisper of an insect sound.

So faint.

Yet daring to sound off amidst Heaven and Earth.

In an instant.

Zhuang Butong vaguely saw the eight characters engraved on the blade's body, his consciousness plunging into momentary silence,

Then finally, a knowing smile appeared.

[Follow this bitter journey, to reach the Morning Star]

His demeanor transformed, returning to the days of his youthful ambitions, when he aspired to blaze a new trail for Martial Arts of the world.

QI led in that moment, Zhuang Butong silenced the misleading voices by his side, his expression serene and calm, drew his blade and acted.

He was wrong after all.

Drawing the blade.

This young man's talent and character far exceed his own!

Lifting the blade.

To encounter such a youth was Zhuang Butong's fortune, even more, a blessing for the martial artists of this world.

Cutting down.

A blade light momentarily shone, cleaving through the endless darkness.

What erupted wasn't the years of accumulated bitterness and reluctance, but the ambitious zest of those days, vowing to blaze a new trail for Martial Arts of the world…

Ignorance and fearlessness!

Due to ignorance, daring to think and do anything, thoughts as wild as a horse, actions without any Taboos!

As this blade was struck down.

Zhuang Butong did not look at the door that had haunted him for thirty-one years and was now on the verge of collapse.

He bowed his head, staring at the youth before him, who in just a short moment more, could grasp the fame of a millennium in his hands but chose to push him onto the "Divine Throne".

He wanted to ask why.

Yet, facing the youth's bright and burning gaze, all his questions, along with the void's loud bang, vanished into thin air.

In that moment.

With their concerted efforts.

The crack responded and split, countless fragments scattering and shattering, eventually returning to the void.

In that moment, as the fundamental rules of the Great Universe's space-time trembled, Zhuang Butong distinctly heard the creaking sound of great doors opening by his side.

A shadowy doorframe wobbly opened in the Void.

Afterwards, infinite spiritual mechanisms seemed to contain endless gifts.

As the door opened, a beam of light fell, entering Zhuang Butong's forehead, reshaping his physique, and also brought many unheard "knowledge".

Then, another beam of light emerged from behind the door, falling straight into Ji Jingqiu's forehead.

The Sixth Limit...

Half-concealed.

Just push the door to enter.

...

This day.

The ones to blaze new trails for Martial Arts of the world.

Zhuang Butong.

Ji Jingqiu.