Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

"This child doesn't seem to be a Martial Artist from the Southern Wilderness Continent, could he be from Yanfu State or Oasis?"

"Hopefully not from Yanfu State, otherwise it would bring back unpleasant memories..."

"Hehe, dear Daoist friend, are you perhaps alluding to the Cangnan Alliance from ten thousand years ago? Forgive my bluntness, but those times were much better than the world we live in now!"

"Everyone be prudent in your speech!"

"The news is confirmed, ladies and gentlemen, this child is named Ji Jingqiu, hailing from the Nine Palaces of Yanfu State."

"Ji Jingqiu?"

At this moment, the significant figures within the Spirit Realm of the Southern Wilderness Continent were all muttering this name.

"The Invincible Domain... Doesn't this mean the top ten rankings will have to be rearranged again? The last reshuffle was just a mere ten thousand years ago!"

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Over millions of years in Emperor Heaven Nine States, there have been only about ten Invincible individuals.

The great shuffle ten thousand years ago had already caused a stir among all parties, and yet just after ten thousand years, another peerless Martial Artist belonging to this taboo domain has emerged.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked, "Of the Martial Artists ranked in the top thirty by the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele, how many are still alive?"

Someone thought carefully and said, "There should be four."

Throughout history, of those ranked in the top thirty of the Emperor Heaven Ten Thousand Ancient Stele, only four are still alive, or to be precise, are known to still be sending out messages.

Gu Tatian, the Overlord of the Nine Palaces and the Great Red Sky Lord, is one of them, ranked twenty-third.

Having cultivated martial arts and pursued the Dao for no more than tens of thousands of years, he has forcefully taken a position among Overlord Level powers and become one of the nine rulers. In terms of status and power alone, he is surely above first-rate civilizations.

And a first-rate civilization has at least tens, if not hundreds of thousands of years of foundation.

Martial Artists in this domain either die young, targeted and assassinated by powerful enemies from rival forces;

Or after transcending to Heavenly Persons they disappear into the Nether Sea, embarking on their own path of opening the Dao, their whereabouts becoming difficult to ascertain.

There are also those who died prematurely due to their excessive pursuit of Perfection in their cultivation...

But there has never been news of them losing to another Martial Artist of a similar realm after transcending!

At this time, someone lamented, "If not for the catastrophe ten thousand years ago, our Nine States would have no fear against any foe from the Nether Sea!"

Everyone was silent.

Ten thousand years ago was the most prosperous era of the Southern Wilderness Continent, when people truly gained a clear understanding of Martial Artists at the level of the first and second of the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele.

They were not merely Invincible Divine Travel simple as that; they represented unparalleled talent and potential.

"I wonder what exact position this young man will eventually secure on the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele..."

The crowd gazed at the figure on the water screen painting, sweeping across the battlefield, where no enemy could withstand a single match, and they spoke no more.

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Nether Sea.

A woman stepped into an area akin to a Miracle, and the first thing that struck her eyes was a lake of dazzling colors.

The lake was not large; around its shores stood four or five projections, and beyond that was an expanse of pitch-black nothingness.

Looking at the lake in front of her, the woman lowered her eyelids slightly, causing ripples to appear.

Who would have thought that the land beneath their feet was actually on the brink of annihilation of a small-scale universe?

Some might notice, when gazing at the fireworks in the sky, that a star in the night sky flickered momentarily, which could signify that billions of light-years away, in outer space, a star had exploded like fireworks billions of years ago.

The light of the exploding star, after a journey of billions of years, finally reaches one's eyes.

Distance elongates everything.

The scales of space-time render all things great seemingly insignificant.

This also applies to—The universe.

When a small-scale universe heads toward destruction, at the moment just before annihilation, all high-energy substances in the universe come together, briefly forming an "Energy Vortex."

And to those of higher existence, this would appear as a lake of vibrant colors, where one can see every "color" that exists in the world.

It exists only in a fleeting moment, indefinable by precise time. Only the God-like beings close to the divine realm can capture it, solidify it, and turn it into a floating "Miracle" within the Nether Sea for others to briefly rest upon.

Here, God refers to the true "God."

God is not great because of the worship of All Spirits, nor does God decay because of their forgetfulness, capable of standing apart from everything but also at the center of everything.

In the recognized cognition of All Realms to date, no such formidable individual has been born within the Three Thousand Yanfu centering around the Great Universe.

Up until now, the closest to this realm were the Five Original Pillars of the Great Universe, followed by a few True Saint Level beings from Three Thousand Yama, and next were those who established teachings and claimed ancestry.

"We've received news that subtle ripples are about to stir in the Nether Sea again, just be cautious," a woman by the lake reminded a few. The M|V|LE&MPYR team worked hard on this chapter.

The people nodded.

The Nether Sea is boundless and ever-changing, having been explored by supreme beings seeking its origin and essence.

Yet they found that neither time nor fate had left traces of the emergence of the Nether Sea.

It's like something that exists outside of all ancient history and yet is slowly engulfing all ancient history, nourished by many civilizations' ancient histories.

No one knows what is being nurtured in the depths of this usually silent and profound ocean.

What is currently revealed to the Great Universe is only a part of the projection of the real Nether Sea.

The true Nether Sea, when calm and still, barely allows Heavenly Persons who transcend the boundary between gods and men to borrow its pathways.

When it starts to ripple, even Grandmasters must wait for it to settle.

At this moment.

Those briefly gathering at this rest stop are strong individuals from some civilizations within the Three Thousand Yama.

"The results are out, and they're different from our calculations," said the woman slowly, "We sent four seeds, but among the four battle zones, we have only won two, far from the original plan."