Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 115 98 He Walks Out of the Divine Temple2

Just then,

a scolding voice suddenly ca from below: "You little brat, stop putting on airs up there! Get your ass down here, your grandmaster wants to see you!"

...

Inside a Sword Pavilion.

This place is known as the Heavenly Sword Dojo, ranking third among the Federation's dojos.

A young man with a noble bearing, dressed in an ancient-style blue robe, was sitting cross-legged with a sword lying across his knees.

With his Heart Image, he used the sword to cleave open the sixth Heavenly Gate, stepping into the Sixth Limit as a Heavenly Person.

As his imposing aura subsided, he opened his eyes with a smile and said: "The Sixth Limit has been achieved. At last, in terms of physique, I stand at the sa starting line as that seventh layer fellow, qualified for a fair fight."

The girl beside him, eyes glittering, hugged his arm and exclaid, "Senior brother, are you going to break through the eighth layer?"

"Eighth layer?" The young man slightly squinted his eyes, contemplatively said, "The eighth layer is not urgent. I'll leave that as a greeting gift for him. I look forward to eting him in the future."

"Ah?" The girl looked puzzled, not knowing who her senior brother was referring to.

The young man smiled, caressing the sword, silent.

As soone like him, he could indeed sense the subtle discrepancies among those seven slashes.

He glanced sideways towards the night's sky, where the stars seed brighter than ever, as if foretelling the vista of the future.

He stood up with a hearty laugh, proclaiming loudly: "Starting today, I will forge my Cultivation Body and seek the divine within the sword! In three months, I shall subdue the Arrogant Sun!"

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At the Dragon Tiger Dojo.

Shi Xuanzhen was utterly free from the troubles that plagued the other Daoists, looking at the dead silent small Group Stars, he was sowhat concerned.

His master had given him an iron command to cultivate good relations with his brothers.

Rembering Ji's suggestion, his expression turned resolute, it seems he could only resort to his own treasured collection!

...

Seeing that there was no turning point for today's events, a young master from the Li Family coldly said:

"The matter today is far from over. Your disciple has completely beco a Dream Demon's Divine Chosen. Since the Sixth Limit is broken, it's best to clear him out sooner rather than later!"

The old man's gaze was like burning flas, his anger no longer containable, yet he forcibly suppressed it just as he was about to make his move.

The master from the Li Family left with a cold laugh.

The old man stood still, then disappeared on the spot, silently walking into the sparring room.

Looking at his disciple in front of him, he had pride and pain in his eyes.

Zhuang Butong smiled and said, "Master, let introduce you to Ji Jingqiu. It's with his help that your disciple has successfully opened a new mountain for the Federation!"

The old man glanced at the young man on the ground who had an epiphany and also showed a delighted smile.

Such young people in the Federation were a blessing for the Federation!

Yet, he did not know how to tell his disciple that those people were still unwilling to let him go...

Zhuang Butong seed to sense sothing, he smiled and said, "Master, I'd like to ask you to take Ji Jingqiu as your disciple."

The old man was startled.

Zhuang Butong said with a hearty laugh, "To this point, if there is any regret, it's that I cannot share your burdens under your guidance."

The old man sternly said, "Foolish boy, don't speak nonsense! With such a rit for the Federation, how could the Federation ignore you?!"

Zhuang Butong shook his head: "Through His help, I sought the Heavenly Gate, and in the process, my connection with Him grew closer again. Unless the Four Directions God is willing to suppress it for constantly, I will soon beco His puppet."

The old man clenched his teeth and said angrily, "I'm going to the Divine Temple of the Four Directions God tomorrow! What exactly does the Federation intend to do with its heroes!"

Zhuang Butong gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and was just about to speak.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Both n's gazes were drawn to Ji Jingqiu.

A realm with no shadow or form slowly extended from Ji Jingqiu's body, eventually spreading all over him, and then with great difficulty, expanded towards the outside world, rely touching a hair's breadth beyond his body.

The old man's pupils constricted with disbelief, "A Heaven and Earth Dojo within the human body?!"

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Today, above the Four Guardian Stars, the Group Stars twinkle.

One by one, Martial Artists achieve enlightennt, each carving out their own Martial Arts path.

And yet, there are still so in the shadows brewing a new offensive.

And this ripple from the opening of the mountain also traveled to an infinitely distant place, across countless light-years, reaching the other shore, awakening a certain long-slumbering will.

In East Three Bright Star.

In the lower areas.

At the Naless Temple on Seventh Street.

The boy nad Cheng was diligently cleaning, wiping the modest-sized temple that carried both his and his grandmother's future aspirations spotless.

Suddenly,

A strange man stretched and walked out from the inner room.

Cheng imdiately beca alert. Could it be a thief?!

"Can you see ?" The man seed surprised by Cheng's reaction.

Cheng was on guard: "Why wouldn't I be able to see you if you're not a ghost?"

The man's interest piqued, he stroked his chin, crouched down, and asked, "Kid, do you know who He Donghuang is?"

Cheng's eyes lit up: "Of course! He's one of the Seven Marshals of the Federation! Marshal He!"

The man mused: "Isn't that man's reputation not so great?"

Cheng indignantly replied: "Those are just rumors, there's no solid proof, just a bunch of people parroting each other!"

The man smiled, his eyes slightly squinted, as he followed a trace of veins and saw the Heart Image within the boy's heart.

He suddenly asked: "Let ask you a question, if that young man called Ji Jingqiu hadn't shown you the way to the Divine Temple and instead those gang mbers asked you to run errands for them, would you go? Take a mont to think before you answer ."

Cheng thought for a mont, nodded silently, his voice a bit low:

"I would."

The man was not at all surprised, but instead, he smiled.

He asked, "Why?"

Cheng pursed his lips slightly: "Because there's no other path, this is the only one I can take."

The man patted his head, as if comforting him: "Now, you have a new path, are you happy?"

"Yes!" Cheng's eyes wide and earnest, "Grandmother said we must repay Ji one day!"

The man opened his mouth but just silently smiled.

He wasn't surprised by the boy's answer.

This is the reality for the vast majority of beings; they never have too many ambitions, they just want to live their days well.

Thousands of years ago, there were seven people who had disagreents when facing the issue of the Spirit Ocean.

So believed that human nature tends downwards, and the existence of the Spirit Ocean would only amplify this trait infinitely, leading the Federation to self-destruct without any external force;

Others believed that with proper guidance, human nature could ascend, and instead of being a hidden danger, the Spirit Ocean would beco the Federation's greatest asset, taking them on a brand-new evolutionary path!

The man was an exception.

In his eyes, the so-called masses only care about one thing—

Can I survive today? Can I survive tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?

In this universe, is there soone to show them a way to live?

So his principle has always been—

I ascend alone; if all beings learn from , that will suffice.

Back then, he said that one day he would stand at that highest place, to beco the universe's greatest 'Dao,' its greatest 'principle,' to guide all beings.

Those who learn from live, those who don't die; as simple as that.

But at that ti, he forgot one thing.

The higher you fly, the smaller you beco in the eyes of those who cannot fly.

And unfortunately, he flew too high.

He patted Cheng's head and gave the first person he t after erging from seclusion a gift, smiling, "Well done, boy, work hard."

After that, he left the Divine Temple, slowly drifting away along the street.

As he walked, he passed countless people, yet none of them had him in their eyesight.

For those who had glimpses of the realm above the Supre Grandmaster, life could already be immortal, as long as there are sentient beings who clearly rember their pasts.

As the last remnant of Divine Intent, only those who still clearly rembered his historical deeds were able to perceive his existence.

He felt he ought to et many people on this awakening, but as he walked, he gave up.

It seed there was no longer a need to see anyone.

He decided to walk around and finally check on a certain soone at the end.

He walked very slowly along the way, from dawn to dusk, and from dusk till dawn, as if wanting to asure the world with his own feet.

At dawn, he suddenly heard an uproar.

He looked back. Countless vibrant and energetic lives bustled through the streets and intersections, the morning sun flowing through the city's veins, carrying this vitality towards an endless distance.

It was the departing crowd.

They once adored him and then in the end, forgot him.

But the man didn't mind.

Because he loved them, even if those he loved had long left the world they once lived in together.