Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

He spoke very seriously and concisely, as if stating a fact.

From this moment, Sui Canghai saw the utmost fervent battle intent of a Martial Artist in him.

"Not taking money?" Ji Jingqiu suddenly asked.

Sui Canghai rolled his eyes: "Get lost, fight properly!"

Ji Jingqiu smiled at the old man, bowed, and turned towards the great hall.

Sui Canghai watched Ji Jingqiu leave; intently observing, he seemed to see a dragon that had been shackled, cutting off most of its Chains, rising from the shallow waters, aiming to become the unbound True Dragon!

He muttered softly: "Good lad... could he really win?"

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Two days later.

Ji Jingqiu once again stepped into the seventh layer of White Jade City.

Not far away, a young man of similar age still wore a smile that disregarded everything, as if the word "arrogant" was carved into his soul.

Today, the victor would be decided.

Ji Jingqiu silently recited in his heart.

Still, there was a hint of regret.

How wonderful would it be to live in the same era as this person, competing as peers?

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, a spirited intention proudly flourishing, paying respect to this predecessor before the battle.

Suddenly, Ji Jingqiu narrowed his eyes; his Qi actually locked onto that man, undergoing a strange transformation at this moment.

It was as if triggering some hidden switch, a similarly vast and sharp Qi flaring up like flames, instantly turning from a spark to a sea of fire.

The man's gaze landed on his face, appearing to size him up and scrutinize, then cracked a grin:

"Interesting."

Ji Jingqiu's pupils shrank. This one... still has his senses?!

At this moment, the man appeared completely different from before, much like an identical but soulless shadow of old days, igniting the final brilliance now.

He took a step forward, his presence free and unrestrained, his spirited intent as grand as a waterfall cascading down from the peak, he boldly declared:

"Let's see who the Latecomer is!"

It was as if he had walked right out of history, traversing over a hundred years, repeating the unruliness of the old times.

"Younger generation, Ji Jingqiu!" Ji Jingqiu's gaze was fiery, his whole body resonating, as if a dormant dragon within him had been awakened.

"Good name," the man laughed, "Before the battle, let me first ask you, do you have any renown among today's Martial Artists?"

Renown?

Ji Jingqiu hesitated slightly, then shook his head.

The man's face broke into a smile: "Being nameless is fine. No matter if you win or lose today, once this video is shared, everyone under the heavens will know the name Ji Jingqiu."

Ji Jingqiu's pupils shrank sharply.

This guy...

Sure enough, supremely arrogant!

The two's Qi violently collided, the battle about to erupt.

"Latecomer, this first punch is called 'Shaking the World'!"

The man announced loudly, taking the lead to throw a punch!

This punch, with its overwhelming might, seemed to fill Heaven and Earth, demonstrating his intent to shake the world with just one hit!

This punch was even stronger than the ones in previous days!

This truly is Martial Arts Divine!

Could he be... even stronger?!!

Ji Jingqiu was not startled but rather thrilled; his combat intent surging like a tide, suddenly he exhaled and shouted, stepping forward, his long sword sweeping across, this strike unimaginably fast.

The Sword Intent reached its peak sharpness!

If the man's punch was like a curtain crashing down, Ji Jingqiu's strike aimed to perform a Sky Opening feat!

During these two days, his enlightenment consisted of merely two Sword Skills.

The Sword Skills were nameless for now; this was the first strike.

This strike was extremely straightforward, yet an Enlightenment blade, unadorned, solid as if piercing through his years past, with a lofty and profound artistic conception. It might not compare with the man's magnificent Qi that suppressed Heaven and Earth, but it contained fortitude rooted in dark ages, rebirth beneath a sky of wild fires...

It was silent as a boulder, vigorous as wild grass beside the road, yet also brilliant as the stars in the deep sky.

— That was the thickness of life.

"Great sword!"

The man praised highly, then threw another punch,

Ji Jingqiu's eyes were fervent, he raised his sword to block, his feet scraping against the ground, retreating seven or eight meters, his figure bursting forth, raising his sword to strike again, this sword also seeking simplicity, aiming for a monumental impact like the moon sinking and stars falling!

With one strike, daring to make the sun and moon change color!

Forcing the man to dodge to the side.

"Good sword technique, good Martial Intent! I cannot underestimate you. This punch is called 'Torrent'."

The man's eyes were ablaze; however, there was no mercy in his punch, seemingly light and slow but as if condensing the surrounding air, leaving Ji Jingqiu with no way to avoid!

In front of the rolling mundane turbid flow, anyone was just a tiny stone, unavoidable, only to be met head-on.

This punch, Ji Jingqiu experienced firsthand.

Although it seemingly arrived in an instant, it gave an illusory feeling, as if when delivering this punch, in front of him was a rolling turbid flow, carrying roaring waves forming thunder!

Ji Jingqiu's eyes flickered; if it cannot be blocked, then don't block!

Only a sound of thunder explosion was heard, as he raised his sword slashing diagonally, the movement without any sign, pulling out a serpentine trail of sword light, faster than lightning!

This stroke was considered freehand, as if coming from the hand of a master, and like the unpredictable antelope's horns, impossible to trace.

The man showed admiration yet still did not retreat or evade, his Martial Arts did not allow him to take a step back voluntarily against any opponent!

This punch crushed Ji Jingqiu's left shoulder.

This sword rose from below, nearly splitting the man.

This was a genuine hard clash, both staggering backward, stabilizing their stance afterward, gazing at each other.

That gaze transversed time and space, spanning more than a hundred years.

The man took a deep breath, his demeanor more unrestrained, not minding his injuries, instead, he twisted his neck, flexing his hand bones, laughing heartily:

"Latecomer, you're quite good! Come on! Defeat me, and you'll be the strongest in a thousand years!"

He slowly stepped forward, his body moving slightly, with popping sounds from his muscles and bones, as if everything before was just a warm-up before the actual action.