Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 112 97: Those who want to save all beings should let

"You must seize the opportunity!"

Yun Jinghe remained silent, gazing into the distance as if he saw a vague figure.

An unwavering figure.

...

The blade light surged forward, seemingly invincible, forcibly carving out a crevice along the profound footsteps!

At this mont, the Sixth Limit, which had always been hidden on the other side of the world, finally appeared before the eyes of the Martial Artist.

Martial Artists like Ji Jingqiu began to sense the existence of the Sixth Limit more clearly.

No longer distant, no longer an illusion like Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, it was truly within reach!

But...

Zhuang Butong's eyes were deep and dark.

This path, his first strike only opened up a crevice.

He sat pondering for thirty-one years, having brewed two strikes in total; the first carrying all his years of frustration, sadness, and tornt, only managed to cut open a crevice...

Even if the remaining strike was several tis stronger, it was still far from truly breaking through.

Zhuang Butong slowly drew his second blade.

Exhaling lightly.

His heart felt a tinge of sorrow.

Yet he also felt imnse pride.

Master, I'm sorry that I still couldn't truly achieve it, but reaching this step shouldn't sha you, should it?

In a trance.

The world in his eyes suddenly shifted and changed color, turning from vivid to iron-grey.

A pair of jade hands reached from behind to embrace him, like a pair of Chains imprisoning him, attempting to turn him into their puppet, murmuring softly in his ear.

"Zhuang, I'm here to help you..."

"In this world, only I can understand you..."

"It's always been that way, hasn't it?"

"You knew from the beginning, didn't you? That no wish can be fulfilled without a price..."

"Zhuang, co, let help you, let's open the Sixth Limit together..."

Zhuang Butong's eyes dimd, gradually becoming lifeless.

In this world, everything had its price set from the very beginning.

"Senior."

An abrupt voice rang out.

Ji Jingqiu once again felt that cunningly dangerous Qi and, without any hesitation, pushed forth with both hands forming seals.

Zen ditation Seal!

He still felt it wasn't enough, so he ignited the Bodhi Glazed Glass Light, illuminating boundlessly with his own body.

That cunning Qi vanished instantly, as if a mouse had encountered a cat!

Zhuang Butong's gaze was distant and unclear.

A figure slowly rose to stand before him, as towering and formidable as White Jade City that touches heaven and earth.

Until now, the unmaskable sharpness and fierceness surged around the young man.

Ji Jingqiu lowered his head and said calmly:

"Senior Zhuang. Under your guidance during this ti, I have nurtured five blades, and I would like you to review them."

Five... blades?

Zhuang Butong still seed not fully awake.

He just stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

Ji Jingqiu slowly "drew" his blade, at first very slowly, accompanied by an invisible pressure that seed to defy Heaven and Earth!

At the sa ti, countless murmurings, akin to devilish whispers, echoed in his ears, the origins unknown, causing Devil Thoughts to erge in his heart.

One of them was not hindering his strike but suggesting he wait a bit longer!

Wait for Zhuang Butong to complete his second strike, then take advantage of the mont to seize the fruits of his years of cultivation, claiming his achievents as his own. Then, he would beco the first founder in millennia of the Federation, earning an immortal place in history, admired by countless future Martial Artists...

How splendid would that be?!

Ji Jingqiu effortlessly cleaved through this Devil Thought with his blade.

Devil Thoughts erged, as if a Heavenly Demon had descended upon the world; Ji Jingqiu suppressed them all with his unwavering state of Residence.

Senior Zhuang, willing to keep Demon Gods as company, sought to carve a new path for Martial Artists of the world.

Those who want to save all beings should themselves be aided by all beings.

Shafully, he too had once harbored such thoughts in his heart.

But he asked himself, is it necessary?

Inside his Inner Realm, he slowly drew the Ten Thousand Ancient Blade, gently caressing the characters engraved upon it.

The storms of the world, all stem from our kind.

Ji Jingqiu, bathed in the Supre Wisdom Light, unfettered by desires to take from others.

He raised his blade, operated the Secret Technique, using Heart Electricity as a guide, directly heading for the Heavenly Gate.

The initial strike was slow, but gradually it felt as though he was cutting through layers of chains, faster and faster, expressing the thrill of pursuing the ultimate freedom!

In the midst, underneath the blade, there seed to be a golden Vein, thin as a filant but rolling forward like a wave of the tide, its montum boundless!

Crack!

Not only did Zhuang Butong hear it, but Ji Jingqiu, as well as every Martial Artist who sensed the Sixth Limit, heard this sound from the void at that mont.

Following Zhuang Butong's first strike, the cleaved crevice beca even deeper.

And the price was the shattering of that blade.

That strike made Ji Jingqiu feel as though he was cutting through sothing bizarre, the sensation under the blade was a mix of illusion and reality, seemingly real yet intangible, incredibly Divine, and the rebounding force caused his Qi to surge throughout his body.

But there was no ti for him to think further.

The situation didn't allow for any pause.

He drew the second Ten Thousand Ancient Blade, using Heart Electricity as a guide, following the trail left by Zhuang Butong's blade, and struck again!

In the senses of countless Martial Artists, this blade showcased the utter power and wild dominance of the blade technique!

The second blade, shattered.

The crevice deepened further.

Ji Jingqiu's expression was serene as he drew the third Ten Thousand Ancient Blade.

This strike, a sincere expression of his innermost feelings, as if slashing through nurous Chains to attain the great freedom between Heaven and Earth!

Ji Jingqiu drew the fourth Ten Thousand Ancient Blade, pausing briefly before striking.

Just then, other Martial Artists, following in his and Senior Zhuang's footsteps, tried to pave their own paths but only managed to stir up dust, as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree!

Ji Jingqiu's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold laugh in his heart.

Senior Zhuang had accumulated thirty-one years of spiritual Divine Intent, even braving evil spirits, to hone his blade.

While he himself, ard with Supre Wisdom Light and assimilating the Origin weaponry and Evil Qi of the Guardian God, had forged five Ten Thousand Ancient Blades in his heart!