Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

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Deep within the Ancient Road.

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.]

"Perish?" The Martial Artist, self-proclaimed from Emperor Heaven City, was not shaken by the latter words, and scoffed coldly, "Then let me see, who have you sent to kill me? I have mastered the Ten Thousand Ancient teachings, how could these juniors kill me at the same level?!"

[You have mastered the Ten Thousand Ancient, yet you still haven't found your own path, what use is that? Emperor Heaven is dead, studying the Old Law any further is a waste of time. I have been waiting for you to innovate, to forge a new path, but you were blinded by greed, forgetting to strive for perfection. Even Mo Tingfeng, who walked a similar path to yours 700,000 years ago, is far superior to you.]

A sigh resonated, putting the Martial Artist from Emperor Heaven City on high alert, his expression shook.

He wasn't moved by the "well-intentioned" words in the will of the Ancient Road; instead, he was shocked that the will had just revealed a state beyond the Heavenly Will.

"You...you've detached from the Heavenly Heart Realm?!" the Martial Artist from Emperor Heaven City exclaimed in horror, "How are you maintaining this current state?"

What he had always relied on was that the will of the Ancient Road, under the Heavenly Heart state, had to adhere to the old rules, even if it wanted to kill him, it had to follow the protocol.

Now, his reliance was gone.

The will of the Ancient Road did not answer him; the face above the sky slowly receded and disappeared.

[Prepare yourself. Since you cannot carry the legacy of Emperor Heaven's descendants, become a stepping stone for others...]

The Martial Artist from Emperor Heaven City said vehemently with internal resolve, "A stepping stone? I am the last descendant of Emperor Heaven! You want me to be a stepping stone for others?! You traitor!!"

But this time, no one responded to him.

Beneath the vast and silent sky, not even an echo was heard; all around, the Void swallowed everything.

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Within an ancient Dao palace.

Lin Tianjun suddenly opened his eyes, sensing a familiar and lofty aura, excitedly saying:

"Could it be Heavenly Venerable above?!"

"Disciple Lin Tianjun, the sixth-generation Core Disciple, apprenticed to Yang Ming Heavenly Monarch!"

"Reporting to Heavenly Venerable, the reincarnation plan is proceeding smoothly. Most of our descendants have retrieved their past memories and are still willing to die for Emperor Heaven!"

The descending will did not speak for a long time, as if only pausing here to briefly reminisce about the past events that occurred in this once Dao palace...

After an unknown length of time.

A tired voice entered Lin Tianjun's ears.

[This life, if someone can reach the top of the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele, you, the Emperor's descendants, should follow him. He will be the last master of Emperor Heaven.]

With that said.

He did not linger amidst Lin Tianjun's entreaty.

He seemed to have turned into a wisp of light wind and passed silently through the Dao palace halls that were once glorious and bustling.

Those ancient buildings, although sustained by the Ancient Road, were gradually decaying in the long course of time, lonely and covered in dust, with their stone steps covered in moss, and their splendor only whispering in the wind.

That wisp of wind gently brushed across every brick and tile, as if whisking away the dust of history,

Finally.

He stopped in front of an ancient temple.

In the pond outside the temple, filled with mud, it seemed that someone had simply cleaned it up at some point; the water rippled faintly, pity that there were no lotuses.

Outside the door, the withered remnants of the Bodhi tree seemed to have regained a bit of life.

Inside the temple, a Green Lamp burned continuously.

Next to the Green Lamp was not a Buddha.

Nor a Bodhisattva Vajra.

But a young man who knew neither the vastness of the azure sky nor the thickness of the yellow earth.

He was silent for a long time.

Standing there for an extended period.

Like a Divine guardian at the gate.

Until the young man inside finally opened his eyes, an aura naturally arose, his eyes shining like the morning stars in the sky, seemingly ready for everything, now only lacking the east wind.

He began to summon the will of the Ancient Road, preparing to officially challenge the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele.

He slowly spoke, his voice regaining its indifference and calm, offering a blessing:

"Hopefully, you can truly reach the top of the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele."

The young man's eyes were clear and calm, his handsome face showed determination, and a kind of indescribable buoyancy.

He didn't speak, but merely smiled faintly, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.

Because that smile contained the ambition to suppress Heaven and Earth, unrivalled!

The surging Martial Intent that had been dormant for a month suddenly erupted.

In the next moment.

Heaven and Earth flipped.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the summit of Black Mountain, surrounded by Void.

A roaring voice accompanied by heavy breathing came from ahead, a figure fiercely pounced, with protective winds overflowing around, causing Ji Jingqiu's clothes to flutter noisily:

"I have mastered the Ten Thousand Skills, what right do you have to battle me?!"

In the roar, the Martial Artist from Emperor Heaven City seemed to have three heads and six arms, his anger ferocious, the six arms formed by the Manifestation of Heaven and Earth Power making different hand gestures – a fusion of six Divine Skills attacking at once.

Ji Jingqiu, with one glance through the Bodhi Eye, spotted countless flaws and shook his head slightly.

This is considered mastering the Ten Thousand Skills?

Was his mente filled with rage, losing measure, or his research on various Divine Skills merely superficial, only lingering on the "form"...

Suddenly, a pristine white hand appeared before the Martial Artist from Emperor Heaven City, filling the space between Heaven and Earth like a huge mountain, the lines on the palm like rivers and streams, filled with swaying lotuses, a Heart Moon seemed to rise within it, causing the seas to surge, the Void trembled, seeming to flip Heaven and Earth...

With one palm, all phenomena arose.

The Martial Artist from Emperor Heaven City stood frozen in place, even though he possessed hundreds of Divine Skills, he was at a loss which to use to counter in that moment, in the end, he was struck by a palm on his forehead.

Ji Jingqiu walked past the side of the Martial Artist from Emperor Heaven City, heading towards a Void Rift in front, calmly saying:

"Martial Arts is profound and vast, blinded by a single leaf, how can you see the grandeur of Taishan?"