Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 500 - 213: Subduing the Taboo3

Suddenly, the two of them were shaken and thought of a possibility, blurting out: "Inheritance Land! Has his Spirit God entered the Floating Sacred Land’s Inheritance Land, receiving the inheritance?!"

The most top-tier Great Realms and planes all give rise to a Mingming Consciousness, and the Floating Sacred Land is one of them. Even though it is already dilapidated, it has retained its foundational consciousness, never allowing an Inheritor to be in a dangerous situation.

"Why so?" Leng Yuexin couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice.

They have exhausted their wits, planning much, and still need at least ten days, hoping to enter the Inheritance Land, perhaps an important sequence. But how has this person, who just entered this land, so inexplicably entered the Inheritance Land of Divine Travel?

"Is that... Bodhi?!" Suddenly, soone exclaid around them.

The young man who ignored everyone and sat cross-legged on a giant rock to cultivate suddenly had a Bodhi tree, about the height of a person, taking root behind him. Its branches and leaves shaking and it almost seed as if a chanting voice arose, making people feel incredibly comfortable, inspiring countless inspirations as if understanding the wonder of enlightennt.

The crowd stirred, as rumors had already spread that soone saw the Bodhi Holy Tree in the Floating Sacred Land. This is a Divine dicine that transcends Heavenly dicine, coveted even by the Supre of the Nine States!

But soon, many Martial Artists realized that although it seed real, it was not the real Bodhi but a visionary scene, akin to sothing created by visualization.

"What kind of Visualization thod is he cultivating to visualize such Divine matter?" Soone said enviously.

The Visualization thod is not sothing you can cultivate at will or visualize as you desire. Without the foundation of "Divine Intent," all is illusion.

"You go notify the others." Saint Ya swept a glance at the Martial Artist who led them here, then said solemnly to Leng Yuexin, "You and I will stay here and wait for the others to arrive. If he wakes up during this ti, we should both act together to try and subdue him; absolutely cannot let him leave!"

Leng Yuexin took a deep breath, nodded, and did not refuse.

The Floating Inheritance is critical to them; they cannot just hand it over to soone else!

At least they had to figure out how this person entered the Floating Inheritance Land!

Saint Ya tried to approach Ji Jingqiu, only to find that he could still only stop ten ters away, his eyes flickering. He chose to sit cross-legged on a giant stone ten ters away, looking down at Ji Jingqiu.

Leng Yuexin glanced at him, standing coldly not far away, her gaze never leaving Ji Jingqiu.

Suddenly.

Ji Jingqiu opened his eyes, his expression neither joyful nor sad, seemingly enlightened to a Great Thunder Zen Heart, eyes dazzling and brilliant. Although he remained seated, there was a Supre Qi Force that affected Heaven and Earth, making one’s Power of the Spirit shudder as it surged out.

Inside the hearts of the Martial Artists around, it felt chilling. What level of ntal Realm cultivation is this to condense such Qi Force that tugs at the Power of Heaven and Earth from the Divine Travel Realm?!

Ancient texts record that once the Power of the Spirit reaches Great Success, rely the expansion of one’s Power of the Spirit could transform sentient beings, manifesting the power of Great Divine Powers.

After Ji Jingqiu woke up, the Bodhi behind him did not disperse, still standing firmly behind him, leaves rustling.

Saint Ya stood up first and coldly shouted, "Announce your na. I do not slay the naless!"

Ji Jingqiu sat under the Bodhi, looking at the people in front of him, fixing his gaze on the two standing next to the Martial Artist he had let go, his expression calm.

No unnecessary pleasantries; naturally, everyone appearing here was an enemy.

He reached out with his palm, not wielding weapons, while the Bodhi behind shed Glazed Glass Light, sacred and transcendent. A palm strike sent forth a hundred-ter golden hand with the images of the Dragon-Tiger accompanying it, attempting to subdue the two.

"Are you Ji Jingqiu?!"

Upon seeing this striking Divine Skill, the two shifted their complexion instantaneously, realizing who they were facing.

They had both clashed with Kun Qianzhou before, aware of his boundless divine skills, but now Kun Qianzhou was disabled, even his Divine Power Seed taken away; the identity of the person before them was laid bare!

For Saint Ya, Ji Jingqiu’s identity held an additional particular significance; he was very likely the inheritor of Wan Chengcang, the prospective Divine Son designated by the All Phenona God Lord!

The images in the two people’s eyes vanished, leaving only Ji Jingqiu’s figure occupying them all, like a God Buddha in this world, compassionate, extending a palm downward!

Gale winds blew as the two combined their strength, shattering the golden Divine Hand condensed from Dragon-Tiger Qi Force.

But the next mont.

Ji Jingqiu was sohow already standing in front of them, a light palm strike landing on the top of Saint Ya’s head.

"Submit, or perish."

His voice was calm but like thunder, rooting from the Great Thunder Zen Heart, loud and clear, instantly crashing through Saint Ya’s ntal Realm defenses.

Saint Ya looked up in a daze, only to see Ji Jingqiu’s figure seemingly infinitely massive, blocking out the light, the face cast in shadow, with only a pair of cold electric eyes showing.

With a loud shout, the two unleashed the most intense clash of Martial Arts wills.

Behind Ji Jingqiu, the Bodhi blossod Glazed Glass Light, Zen lingering long, probing deep into the heart, questioning the spirit.

In Leng Yuexin’s eyes, it seed as if Saint Ya was struck by the shout, from a look of astonishnt to bewildernt, then to relief and intoxication, all within a single breath!

She instinctively stepped back several steps, a chill arising in her heart, what was this...

What peculiar thod was this?!

The next mont, Saint Ya sighed lightly, his eyes faint, regretful, yet relieved, ultimately settling into tranquility. Looking at Ji Jingqiu, he said in a low voice:

"Saint Ya is willing to submit."

Sothing seed to explode in Leng Yuexin’s heart, her senses reeling. What kind of joke was this?!

Or had the two actually known each other from before?!

Absurd!

Subduing a Taboo Martial Artist with one palm was unprecedented!

Even for those historic Martial Artists who challenged the top thirty, even the top ten of the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele, it was not difficult to defeat, but subjugating a Taboo also required considerable effort.

This was not only a matter of strength but also involved the Martial Artist’s heart of Martial Arts, the will of Martial Arts!

Ji Jingqiu stood with his hand withdrawn, his calm yet dignified gaze sweeping towards Leng Yuexin beside him. He said nothing, but it was as if everything was said.

Under his gaze, Leng Yuexin felt a chill from her feet to her crown, unable to comprehend his thods, wanting to resist but fearing to end up like Saint Ya, struck by the peculiar palm, seemingly even her Mind affected!

She suddenly thought of an elder in her clan and took a deep breath:

"I am willing to bow my head!"