This year, Ji Jingqiu is 16 years old.
To survive, he envisions the Fire House Buddha Prison, plants a bodhi treasure tree, and embarks on the path of martial arts.
Many years later,
A brilliant light arises, illuminating endless darkness.
A towering ancient tree, with emerald green leaves and a canopy like a pavilion, rises with glass-like clarity into the sky, supporting a divine realm of pure land, spanning countless ages, illuminating the three realms and ten directions.
On this day,
All martial artists under heaven look up to it, like mayflies seeing the blue sky.
...
...
"Within there is a bodhi tree, which I planted when I set foot in martial arts, and now it has grown to provide a canopy."
"I see everything in the world, and nothing is like me."
"That year, I scoured history books, this history without era, I looked horizontally and vertically, and saw those characters – ‘The world’s storms come from us.’”
...
— Excerpt from the autobiography of Ji Jingqiu, the proud sun of the martial arts world of today.

Amidst the cosmos, the pitch-black mountain peaks rise majestically, with rugged rocks scattered about, devoid of any signs of life on the mountain's body.


Suddenly, the figure at the summit raised his head, sensing the restrictions and suppression from the cosmic rules, reverting him back to the level he was during the Divine Travel era. Unperturbed, he sneered:


"How so, you want to send someone to seek death here?"


Above him, a face slowly appeared against the sky, speaking indifferently:


[I know you still have an incarnation left on the Ancient Road. Once this main body perishes, that incarnation should stay put, hide well, and leave with this batch of Martial Artists. Leave a seed for the Emperor Heaven in the future.]


Chapter 562 - Chapter 229: Battlefield Across Time_4