Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

"You can contact the Nether Mansion now. The Heavenly God Temple has also joined this war!"

Suopo said calmly, "Understood."

She wasn't opposed, for in this war that swept through the entire Ancient Road, the Sun and Moon Alliance allied with the God Hunting Company, the Heavenly God Clan inevitably had to take sides, and without any surprises, chose the Nether Mansion.

At this moment,

The one seen as "ambitious" by others, was still traveling on the Ancient Road.

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The journey home, originally planned by Ji Jingqiu to take a month, unknowingly took two, before he finally returned to the headquarters of the Sun and Moon Alliance.

He wasn't in a hurry to rush the journey, instead, he humbly accepted the advice from Hel, learning to slow down, to travel and comprehend Heaven and Earth.

Each damaged Plane World is a fresh vista of Heaven and Earth, with unique seasons and sceneries.

Some were in the season of Grain Rain, with sun during the day and rain at night, where rain nurtures all plants, and the fertile earth pulsed vibrantly, moisturizing everything in silence.

In ancient times, there was a saying called "walking in the Grain Rain," which meant strolling through streets and alleys, or taking a walk in the mountains and fields on the day of Grain Rain, symbolizing the integration with nature, strengthening one's body and health.

Ji Jingqiu, in the lushness of sprouting greenery, ascended the mountain forests with a docile Fatty Hu trotting beside him.

The latter was curious about everything, occasionally squatting outside grassy patches, staring at wrestling insects inside, ready to reach out a paw, only to be caught by the scruff by Ji Jingqiu, lifted up like a cat, and carried forward.

Occasionally, watching the clumsy tumbling of the butterflies chasing Fatty Hu, Ji Jingqiu remained speechless, yet he somewhat envied the carefree nature of this fellow, similar to a certain dragon's dead-fish serenity in the Inner Realm's Lotus Pond.

These two guys only needed to eat and sleep every day, their strength would steadily grow along with his own, without the need to worry about anything else.

Ji Jingqiu didn't know whether to feel relieved or upset.

After the Grain Rain season, he trekked on foot through the desolate deep autumn landscapes, devoid of human trace, where even insect chirps seemed discreet, yet there would still be stout Chinese tallow trees standing tall, retaining a touch of vivid red amongst withering leaves.

During that time, he seemed to have forgotten all the noise, immersed in Heaven and Earth, watching flowers bloom, water flow, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the jungle, his spirit cleansed.

Throughout this journey home, he still unavoidably passed through many graveyards of civilizations.

He had seen birds perching on the crosses atop the spires of old churches, where gods within had long since fallen silent;

He also witnessed the steel forests drowned by the sea of trees, where vines and moss climbed over the passage of time;

He even faced an immortal undead, in the depths of a ruin, bound to a copper column, with the 'undead' hanging its head silently, only lifting it when Ji Jingqiu approached, its shriveled eyeballs rolling, announcing in a hoarse voice that it wasn't dead yet – its civilization hadn't faded.

Hel said that it wasn't a living being, nor a dead one, just a strand of obsession, born with this world, that could vanish at any moment.

For a while, Ji Jingqiu remained silent, just like the countless broken worlds he passed through.

The silence of the world is also the demise of civilization.

Perhaps when this undead breathes its last breath, its world would truly end.

Many worlds don't end with earth-shattering bangs, but instead with a mere whimper.

Along the way, Ji Jingqiu did not forget to collect fragments of civilization's imprint using the Eternal History Secret Technique he got from Lady La.

In this journey, he met many Martial Artists also traveling through Heaven and Earth, realizing that cultivating wasn't just about fighting and more fighting, but many other aspects.

For example, the Spiritual Cultivation that he had always overlooked, yet was most important to others.

Some practiced ascetic rituals to hone their Spirit, walking through the wilderness, with each step a kowtow, showing reverence to Heaven and Earth, to the gods in their hearts, with a radiant smile and a nod upon encountering him.

Others indulged in their passions, enjoying the mountains and rivers, brewing snow-melt tea, inviting him to watch the clouds roll by, with all things vying to thrive.

There were also those who gathered a dozen friends, found a secluded Plane World, and played "My World," disconnected from the outside world's strife. They even brewed wine, inviting Ji Jingqiu to stay overnight in their "kingdom" for a drink.

At the wine banquet, they sighed that this would be the last celebration here, as the borders of this Plane World had recently shown something like the Deceit Fog, greatly increasing the danger; they had to retreat, regretting the efforts they'd put in over the time.

Thus, before leaving, Ji Jingqiu left behind a Heart Lamp Seed as a return gift.

Walking this road, there were millions of Martial Artists, seemingly with millions of paths of Martial Arts.

Ji Jingqiu couldn't help but lament: The path of Martial Arts is boundless, Heaven and Earth are boundless, all the more, the Dao is boundless.

That day.

Guided by a fisherman determined to fish the entirety of the Ancient Road, Ji Jingqiu sat atop a ten-thousand-meter cliff, in one hand he held a homemade fishing rod, and in the other, he grasped the sprawling Fatty Hu beside him, his posture as still as a mountain, waiting for the Reverse Flow fish surge.

Soon, a swathe of silver brilliance shone below, hundreds of silver shads fought up the waterfall, leaping among the cascades as if striving to leap through the Dragon Gate.

The moment one silver shad bit the bait, Ji Jingqiu's arms burst with strength, his whole body in unison, aligning with the mystery of "Yin Yang turning in a single thread" from the ancient texts.

He jerked the line, a several meters long silver shad leaped high, "leaping" through the Dragon Gate, onto the grill.

Ji Jingqiu and Fatty Hu feasted heartily, the former silently praising that the fisherman didn't fool him; the silver shad was indeed delicious and also carried a mysterious effect, able to enhance Qi and blood.

Of course.

Along the way, he also encountered some who lacked kindness.

But in front of his compassion, they were insignificant.