Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 572 - 231 Primordial First4

At this mont, he too saw a ray erging behind Ji Jingqiu...

Infinite Light!

That was the light born at the dawn of this world, the spiritual origin of all things when the cosmos was ford and life erged, illuminating all Dharma, capable of illuminating the boundless Heaven and Earth.

Each acupoint, each organ of Ji Jingqiu, blood with a Brahma Flower, brimming with Glazed Glass Light, unexpectedly converging into a Glazed Glass Buddha Country, montarily propping up an Inner Heaven and Earth!

His figure surged in size, as if towering as high as the heavens; that was his Dharma Form, faceless and formless, like a blank sheet of paper untouched by ink, inviting all observers to inscribe their own Heart Image upon it.

All Living Beings.

His mind was crystal clear, and at this mont, he gathered his Dharma Body, asking the Dharma Body to preside over the Inner Heaven and Earth!

The next mont, Ji Jingqiu reached for the scabbard, his movent seeming slow yet fast; under everyone’s gaze, his slender fingers like jade grasped the hilt of the Green Master’s sword.

He drew the sword upward, bellowing:

"This strike, is for establishing Dao! And is also the strike for all beings seeking life!"

A streak of sword light illuminated, as if it painted a human world scroll; it was clearly based on the Eight Sufferings, yet still, the hustle and bustle of life was as vibrant as brocade.

The Eight Sufferings are embedded in life, they are the mortal world, but the mortal world is not only Eight Sufferings, and also has the eight joys as counterparts.

What All Spirits are best at is finding that bit of fortune in misfortunes, protecting the "narrow" world they inhabit.

With this strike, it seed to extend a miniature world; that was his Inner Heaven and Earth, and also a presentation of so ideal scenery.

Not everyone can indulge in the beautiful fantasy of peace and joy; life is fraught with dangers from the start, not altered by anyone’s piety or faith, no special favor is granted, fate is never bribed, just and equal, and hope always lies at one’s feet.

What he could guarantee to all beings was...

Living!

This was the strike for seeking life.

Also a Divine strike.

After the strike.

He didn’t even look at Ning Mingsheng, taking a step forward.

Behind him.

Ning Mingsheng seed to offer no resistance.

Instead, he let this strike cut through the center of his Divine Fire.

Or perhaps, resistance or not, it actually made no difference.

If the core nature of this Divine Fire wasn’t cleaved, it was rely like moths to the fla, self-immolation, a path to death.

At this stage, it was hard for him to seek defeat.

At this mont, Ning Mingsheng silently pondered the aning behind the strike, feeling as if sothing was slowly flowing through his heart.

His body trembled slightly, sensing the multitude contained in this strike.

That represented soone’s past countless monts of defiance, countless struggles, countless fights for survival...

He raised his head to look, as if he could hear the bursting growth of grass, the babbling of streams, the winds sweeping through the heavens, bringing the chirping of birds.

That was the profundity and vastness of life.

Ning Mingsheng looked dazed, sinking into the Divine Embryo behind him; at this mont, a sword mark gradually appeared, running through it.

He finally smiled in release.

He had lost to another’s "All Spirits, though small but not humble" in the "future", and today, lost under Ji Jingqiu’s strike for seeking life.

The difference was, he didn’t understand the forr’s aning, yet seed to sowhat comprehend the path under Ji Jingqiu’s feet.

This reminded him of so ancient rumors.

Legend has it that in the most ancient and wild era, the supre Gods drew a bottom line for the world.

A bottom line called life and death.

That was the foundation of everything.

Only by surviving can one qualify to pursue all that is beautiful.

And this too, was the first "great freedom" granted to all beings of Heaven and Earth.

He let go effortlessly, his gaze seeming to catch a figure; that figure, ever since his birth, kept telling him he would beco the Emperor of Heaven...

He showed an apologetic look.

Sorry.

...

The figure ford by the Ancient Road’s will stood in the boundless Void, dazed as it stood there, looking at Ning Mingsheng and also at the back of Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu had actually won.

He had won against the last anomaly born into the Emperor Heaven Universe...

This was a possibility he had never conceived.

Suddenly.

The Ancient Road’s will suddenly made a move, severing the projection channel connecting this place with the outside, cutting off the prying eyes of the mighty ones from all directions.

All because at this mont, the three Steles deep in the Ancient Path uttered a roaring sound!

The three Steles resonated, triggering brilliant and surging Divine Radiance, blooming one Dao Flower after another, the Divine Light as dazzling as the sun across the sky!

The simultaneous resonance of the three Steles...

Even the Ancient Road’s will had never seen this before!

It was the first ever since the establishnt of the Emperor Ancient Road!

And these three Steles, which fell from Wuwang Mountain after the ancient path was established, suppressed the depths of the ancient path.

It is also because of the existence of these three Steles that the Emperor Ancient Road was able to connect with Wuwang Mountain, borrowing part of its power to evolve the arena battlefield existing in the Ti River.

At this mont, even the will of the Ancient Road couldn’t help but be shocked, because the Divine Radiance bursting forth from the Steles was too intense, seemingly about to open up a passage.

...

"He actually... really won...?"

"How is it possible... that he won?"

"That strike, actually drew upon the power of the Eight Sufferings, dreadful and awe-inspiring..."

Countless people muttered, still feeling like a dream up to this mont.

Especially those who had witnessed how Ning Mingsheng subdued one after another invincible Martial Artist under his control.

Ning Mingsheng didn’t represent a supremacy of one era, but suppression of all "peers" from past to present.

But today.

Countless Divine Travel Warriors looking up on the Ancient Road were like gnats beholding the blue sky.

Under the interruption of the Ancient Road’s will.

The last scene observed by countless onlookers was Ji Jingqiu brushing past Ning Mingsheng.

One moving forward.

One standing still.

As if a silent proclamation of a changing of the guard.

The fall of one era, signaling the rise of another.

This scene, destined to be eternally rembered in history with the praise of generations of Martial Artists.

Today.

The one who ascended to the first place on the Nine States Ten Thousand Ancient Stele—

Ji Jingqiu!