Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 108 - 96: Inviting Gods into the Temple, Four Demon Gods Chosen

Day One.

Ji Jingqiu gasps for breath, leaning on his sword as he stands.

Zhuang Butong speaks expressionlessly, "Take a rest, and we will continue later."

Ji Jingqiu exhales deeply, seizing the opportunity to recover his strength.

Today's Senior Zhuang was drastically different from the previous two times; an acute aura faintly visible as if a long sword about to be unsheathed, imposing an extraordinary pressure on Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu places the Green Master across his knees, regaining his strength while continuing to ponder the integration of the secret techniques and simultaneously nourishing the Eternal Blade with the Sword Nourishment Skill.

Suddenly, he opens his eyes, looking towards where Senior Zhuang is.

At this moment, this decrepit training room resembles a quiet and solemn dojo, where time flows exceptionally slowly.

Strips of sunlight filter through the ancient window lattices, casting mottled patterns on Zhuang Butong, draping this untidy man in a faint golden glow.

It's a rare tranquil and warm scene.

Yet, for some reason...

Ji Jingqiu senses a hint of danger and eeriness emanating from the front, precisely from Zhuang Butong.

That aura, like something long lurking, finally finds the opportunity to release at this moment, slowly but firmly spilling outward.

It's as if a reflection of another world has found an anchor point, attempting to descend and intertwine with reality.

But in the blink of an eye,

This strange sensation vanishes without a trace.

Zhuang Butong, draped in sunlight, the air filled with long-absent tranquility and harmony.

He takes a deep breath, slowly closes his eyes, and continues his cultivation.

And not far from him,

Zhuang Butong sits cross-legged, eyes closed, contending against some force.

Without knowing when,

Suddenly, a delicate jade hand grazes his chest and finally, gently cradles his head.

A soft breeze caresses his ear, whispers as if reaching directly into his heart, evoking his deepest, primal desires.

Zhuang Butong opens his eyes.

In his vision, the sunlight appears grayish-white, as if covered by a thick layer of dust, the air imbued with a dull iron-gray color, rendering the world barren and desolate.

The figure behind him gently strokes his face, trying to pull him into an endless beautiful dream.

The low laughter comes from behind.

"Zhuang, you've finally made up your mind, but you're still far off, you haven't reached the temperature to break through the Sixth Limit, they are unwilling to help you, only I am willing to help you..."

"Just as back then, I was the only one who responded to you, wasn't I?"

Zhuang Butong's eyes are deep.

At this moment, he seems to return to the past, seeing his younger self under his teacher's knees, listening to the teacher telling ancient stories, then suddenly leaping up, vowing to start another lineage for Martial Arts, while the teacher affectionately stroked his head, gave him a thumbs up, saying it's ambitious...

Zhuang Butong slowly closes his eyes, ignoring the devilish whispers behind him, focusing solely on sharpening his Heart Blade.

This entity is known as the "Dream Demon."

Over the years, he has used the existence of the other to sharpen his spirit-turned-blade, at the cost of being continually tainted by it, dragged deeper into the wilderness.

Taint so deep that even Martial Arts Masters are reluctant to have too much contact with him, even less to probe his inner spirit.

But conversely, he also locked onto the location of the Sixth Limit using the other's essence.

Zhuang Butong silently thinks in his heart.

Teacher, your disciple is about to achieve it.

Regardless of failure or success, the Sixth Limit will truly manifest.

He endures until the demonic whispers disappear behind him.

Zhuang Butong opens his eyes and calmly says:

"Continue."

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Day Three.

Urgent, urgent, urgent!

Is there any way to make the Heart Blade sharper?

Although the Spirit Nourishing Method is good, he scarcely has any time left.

After deducing, Ji Jingqiu has completely integrated this secret technique with his inherent Eternal Blade and the Spirit Nourishing Skill, ultimately naming it [Ji's Eternal Blade].

This secret method uses one's essence, spirit, and intent to forge a blade; Ji Jingqiu skips this step.

In his Inner Realm, there are already five blades, equivalent to directly nourishing five blades.

Each one is the most orthodox [Eternal Blade]!

In this regard, Zhuang Butong is far behind him.

Worth mentioning, he initially wanted to name it the Five Tiger Soul-breaking Sabers…

Currently, what Ji Jingqiu needs to do is to sharpen these five blades to the extent that they can cut through anything.

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After pondering for a moment, Ji Jingqiu continues his spirit of inquiry, directly calling Master Luo's number.

The answer he received was, given his current situation, directly inviting the Guardian God's Divine Intent into him is the fastest method.

"Inviting the Guardian God..."

Ji Jingqiu directly heads to the Dragon Tiger Dojo.

[Xuanzhen]: Is Brother Ji in a hurry?

[Chan]: Extremely urgent! Brother, help me!

[Xuanzhen]: Alright! Wait for me!

Ji Jingqiu blinks, this Brother Shi seems quite approachable, but why does no one respond to him in the group chat?

With hope from Dragon Tiger Dojo, Ji Jingqiu directly contacts Qinglan to arrange the quickest transport.

Having the backing of a powerful force indeed has its advantages, at least these trivial matters are well-arranged.

Soon after.

[Xuanzhen]: Brother Ji, I've sorted it out for you, you can directly head to the Divine Temple. (throwing flowers.jpg)

[Chan]: Thanks, Brother! (kneeling to the lord.jpg)

[Xuanzhen]: It's a small matter. By the way, brother, do you have any method to liven up the group chat mood, it seems like no one is talking much…

Ji Jingqiu ponders for a moment, sifts through his few group chats, finds the two with the highest activity, quickly sums up the commonality, and replies——

[Chan]: Share more sese memes!

[Xuanzhen]: Will that really work… (dazed.jpg)

[Chan]: Trust me!

After replying, Ji Jingqiu rises, under Qinglan's arrangement, boards the aircraft headed towards the Main Temple of the Guardian God.