Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

"This time we are entering an ancient battlefield; our enemies are powerful, hailing from Nether Sea's Three Thousand Yanfu, the cream of the crop from various realms. You must be careful, and if you cannot defeat them, remember that fleeing is a strategy."

Ji Anquan once again cautioned the numerous Martial Artists of the Federation.

Heeding the call of the Ancient Road, they arrived at the same realm, the location where the trial land begins.

According to the experience of ancestors from previous generations, this place would be a blood-soaked battlefield, where killing a Martial Artist eligible for the trial meant obtaining their qualification.

But this time, this realm is unusually peaceful.

With the Sun and Moon Alliance taking the lead, and various powers united in control, even those with ill-intentions had no opportunity to act.

The majority of the Federation's Martial Artists who entered the Ancient Road have arrived, including the long-missing Shi Xinwan and others, all of whom are present.

Unnoticed, nine months have passed since the opening of the Ancient Road.

During these nine months, everyone has undergone life-and-death trials that have led to a profound Transformation and rebirth.

At this moment, the long-unseen group gathered quietly to converse.

"Ji Jingqiu?"

Yue Yourong's gaze toward Shi Xinwan was akin to looking at someone who had been offline for years,

"Where have you been all this time? Haven't you heard of the Sun and Moon Alliance, or at least the fame of the Master of Far East?"

Learning that Shi Xinwan had fallen into a Plane World shortly after entering the Ancient Road and only later found out it was a Holy Land, everyone couldn't help but sigh in astonishment at his dogged luck.

Nearly twenty Holy Lands in the Far East war zone have chosen successors in this generation.

Within the Federation, only Qin Qingjue and the recently returned Ke Pingluan had been favored with Holy Land Inheritance.

And now, there's Shi Xinwan.

As for Ji Anquan...

Ever since entering the Ancient Road, he hadn't stepped out of the Federation's base except in the early stages!

They were curious if he had abandoned the path of Martial Arts altogether and given up on honing himself.

"Look, see the one in the front?"

Yue Yourong lifted his chin slightly, pointing toward a place where numerous taboo figures gathered,

"Your dear Ji is right there, surrounded by his loyal followers."

Upon hearing a summary of Ji Jingqiu's glorious exploits during this time, Shi Xinwan clenched his fists, grinding his teeth in frustration:

"Damn it, I've been living in hell every day for these nine months, yet I'm still far behind him!" My Virtual Library Empire (M V L E M P Y R) appreciates your readership at the source.

Next to him, Ji Anquan suddenly turned his head toward a certain direction, his deep gaze listening for the echo of fate in the void.

After entering the Ancient Road, he followed the ancient family methods, having not left the house, using the other Martial Artists of the Federation to cultivate the Heavenly Mechanism Skill, and finally perceiving a hint of the Divine mystery.

Although he hadn't reached the level of his ancestors' [Fate Veins], he could sense certain "major events."

"I'm leaving," Ji Anquan said to Zhang Buzhou beside him, "Prepare yourselves, don't worry about me."

With that, he headed straight for the entrance to this plane, "accidentally" bumping into a woman.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought just now." Ji Anquan apologized, lifting his head with a radiant smile that, coupled with his "scumbag" looks, seemed almost magical.

Causing Xuan Youwei, who had disguised herself to infiltrate this place, to be momentarily distracted in her thoughts.

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The wind-blown sand hit their faces, tiny and sharp, continuous, roughly scraping over the skin.

The blood-red clouds hung motionless in the sky, the vast expanse of sandy land devoid of a sliver of hope, this world filled with a deadly quiet and oppressive atmosphere that unsettled the mind.

This is the ancient battlefield.

Deep in the wilderness, spatial rifts emerged, teams of figures stepped out, swiftly occupying advantageous terrains within sight.

These people, some concealing their aura while others blatantly exuded their overwhelming Qi, showed various expressions—some filled with anticipation, others indifferent, and some smiling coldly despite their laughter.

They worked in an orderly fashion, already in tacit agreement, and after gathering some Martial Artists, they began inscribing certain formations on the ground.

"Interesting, it turned out to be just the two of us."

At the forefront of these Martial Artists, a man smiled, known to the others as Lord Tianyang.

While everyone else was busy "working," he and another woman stood at the very front, their status clearly transcendent.

His skin was as fine as mutton-fat jade, with a faint glow, his handsome face showcased a gentle and peaceful smile, radiating an ascetic aura, detached from the mortal world and untainted by filth, like a Banished Immortal.

In fact, he was indeed close to being a True Immortal.

Born of [Heavenly Saint Lake], known throughout the Three Thousand Realms, from the True Saint Dojo that in its peak could rival the Great Universe's Cangqing, the lineage of the Saint King.

Standing beside him was a woman whose body flowed with blinding Divine Light, transforming into several light halos that surrounded her.

Her name was Shen Mengyou, from [Eternal Paradise].

Unlike people from the Four Gods Church like Kun Qianzhou, she was a true candidate for Divine Chosen, destined to cross the Heavenly Human Boundary and vie for the position of Divine Son.

"We are four in total; normally, we should be scattered across four battle zones."

Shen Mengyou said with a bright smile, a trace of amusement in her tone,

"But in the end, you and I have appeared in the same battle zone, suggesting that our opponents this time have either been abandoned by this Ancient Road, or quite the contrary."

Lord Tianyang replied with a smile: "I hope it's the latter; otherwise, it would be rather dull."

They were placed in the same battle zone which meant, if the Ancient Road didn't think anyone there was a match for the two of them, it was simply a sacrificial battle zone to preserve fresh blood in other zones.