Becoming a God from Planting the Bodhi Tree

In this year, Ji Jingqiu was sixteen years old.

To survive, he meditated upon the Inferno of the Burning House and planted a sacred Bodhi tree, thus embarking on the path of martial cultivation.

Many years later—

A brilliant radiance suddenly rose, illuminating endless darkness.

A towering ancient tree stood verdant and majestic, its canopy vast like an umbrella. Glazed divine light soared into the heavens, supporting a sacred land of a divine kingdom, spanning across countless eons, illuminating the Three Realms and the Ten Directions.

On this day,

All those who practiced martial arts looked up,

like mayflies gazing upon the sky.

…

"Within me grows a Bodhi tree—personally planted when I first set foot on the martial path. Now, it stands vast and towering."

"I have witnessed all that exists in this world—there is none like me."

"That year, I pored over the annals of history. There were no years recorded in those texts, yet as I read them over and over, I saw eight words—

‘The storms of the world, all rise from our generation.’"

…

—Excerpt from The Martial Sun of This Era: The Autobiography of Ji Jingqiu.