Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 111 97: Those who want to save all beings should let

The seventh day, evening.

[Jing Qiu, after tonight, don't go to the sparring room anymore, the Li Family is suspected of entering the ga]

Ji Jingqiu looked at the ssage sent by Daoge, his eyes deep.

The Li Family...

Is it the Li Family of Marshal Li, one of the Six Great Families?

Unexpectedly, even people from the prestigious Six Great Families would join this ga.

At this mont, Ji Jingqiu gently stroked the blade and slowly closed his eyes.

No matter what these people are thinking.

After today, it will all be Mirror Flowers and Water Moon.

...

Zhuang Butong opened his eyes, his usually calm to deathly still eyes now seed to flicker with flas.

Gradually, this fervor returned to silence, deeply buried again.

Thirty-one years of silence, thirty-one years of tornt, finally ca to an end today.

He had dreamt countless tis of this day.

And when this day ca, he found himself unexpectedly calm.

He got up, went to the training room's washroom that had not been visited for a long ti, faced the broken mirror, personally trimd his disheveled beard and hair, then changed into a clean Martial Arts Uniform, grooming himself ticulously.

Looking at his own reflection in the mirror with broad shoulders, though no longer young but still proudly resilient, Zhuang Butong slowly squeezed out a smile.

He ca outside and woke up Ji Jingqiu, who had not returned ho these days and had stayed in the sparring room.

"Shall I take a picture for you?"

Hearing Zhuang Butong's words, Ji Jingqiu confird it again, looking at the "completely renewed" middle-aged man before him, feeling calm, with a power slowly flowing in his heart.

It was ti.

He used his device to take a photo of Zhuang Butong.

In the photo, within the chaotic training room, under strands of twilight, a man stood with upright posture, with profound and three-dinsional facial features, embodying a weathered yet increasingly tough deanor.

Zhuang Butong took a look at the photo, showed a slight smile, gave Ji Jingqiu a number, and said softly:

"If I fail, help send this photo to him."

"If I succeed... then there's no need."

Ji Jingqiu nodded, said solemnly: "Is it beginning?"

Zhuang Butong nodded, his expression hesitating, undecided whether or not to explain sothing to Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu saw his hesitation and preemptively said: "Senior Zhuang, you haven't told how to lock the door to the Sixth Limit."

Zhuang Butong silently said: "Whether I fail or succeed, the door to the Sixth Limit will be completely open to you, and thereafter, everyone will be able to sense this path."

Ji Jingqiu shook his head: "Senior Zhuang, the Dream Demon has t your expectations, right?"

Zhuang Butong's gaze suddenly sharpened, looking directly at Ji Jingqiu, who did not back down.

"You... already know?"

"Yes." Ji Jingqiu said, "I want to know, did the Dream Demon et your expectations and guide you to the door of the Sixth Limit?"

"...Don't directly call Its na; it will attract Its attention." Zhuang Butong said softly, "You are not wrong, this is the secret I have always been reluctant to reveal, because the more people know, the more likely they are to attract misfortune like ..."

"I will be an exception." Ji Jingqiu finally got his answer, grinned, and said, "Senior, start, I have nurtured a few blades, I'd like you to evaluate them."

Zhuang Butong looked deeply at the young man before him, suddenly said:

"I seem to have underestimated you, your talent may even surpass mine."

"The Federation has Martial Artists like you, very good."

"Very good!"

He raised his head, saw the Heavenly Person Door in the void, and the Sixth Limit hidden behind Heaven and Earth.

"Are you ready?" He did not look towards Ji Jingqiu as he asked softly.

Ji Jingqiu's eyes shone brightly, as if a blazing fire was leaping within them, he breathed deeply:

"I have been congratulating for a long ti."

Zhuang Butong suddenly cursed and laughed: "You have been congratulating for a long ti? I have waited for a full thirty-one years!"

That instant.

He drew his "blade" from the sheath.

The light burst forth, like an Arrogant Sun Crossing the Sky, illuminating the dark and vast path ahead.

The energy nurtured over thirty years erupted in this mont, making the brilliance of this blade surpass the grandeur of the sun!

Zhuang Butong, who never aspired to be Martial Arts Pride, now displayed a soaring deanor, undeniably surpassing all the Arrogant Suns over the millennia!

He looked directly at the path before him, prompted by guidance, thinking to himself:

Teacher, your student has seen it.

The blade fell, the blade light like a dragon, following an indistinct trajectory, as if charging into another world!

Though sensing nothing in reality, including Ji Jingqiu, everyone bound for the Sixth Limit at this mont heard the sound like dust rustling down.

That was the barrier to the Sixth Limit, the gap between the real and the illusory...

At this mont, truly slashed open by Zhuang Butong!

This night, many Martial Artists simultaneously opened their eyes and looked up.

Looking towards that high place.

Looking towards that figure about to open a new chapter for the Martial Arts of the world!

...

A young man instantly appeared in the sky, overlooking the alley below, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly imbued with innate dominance and sinisterness.

He swept his hand, the frozen night rain in the world that appeared because of him seed to be erased from Heaven and Earth.

Just as he locked onto Zhuang Butong's position, preparing to pull out this little guy who dared to deviate from the plan, an expressionless old man appeared before him.

"Scram!"

Without any rcy.

Even in the face of a Martial Arts Master from the Li Family.

Utterly demonstrating protective fierceness to the extre.

...

This night.

Many originally calm dojos were stirred up by a trendous wave.

Mu Yun found Yun Jinghe at the first instance, said gravely: