Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 1253 - 443: Bitter Struggle – The Youth’s Transcendence (Part 3)

"With Ji Jingqiu's power, even those of us at the Heavenly King Rank aren't his match. Who on earth is this person?"

Hel couldn't help but look toward Wuzhou, a seed of doubt sprouting in her heart.

Could this be the Past Body of a complete Transcender?

On the battlefield.

Blood dripped continuously, as Ji Jingqiu clashed hard with an opponent capable of destroying a realm, finally cracking his tiger mouth, and blood flowed down along Green Master's blade's edge.

The Divine Weapon drank blood and naturally responded, trembling violently in Ji Jingqiu's hands as the blade wove, faintly reflecting a phantom of a vast long river.

Ji Jingqiu stared at his tiger mouth and muttered to himself:

"It's been so long, I can't even recall who the last person at the same rank was that could make me bleed."

The beastly side of the youth was infuriated that Ji Jingqiu dared reveal such an attitude before him, while the human side was shocked the opponent could block that strike with merely a damage to the tiger mouth!

He approached once more, Dao Rhyme erupting like the Great Sun, evolving into a Dao that cut across the sky, myriad supreme spectacles unfolded around him, rendering him akin to a Divine King.

This piece of Heaven and Earth all resonated with his will.

To achieve this within the Heavenly King Domain, spreading it would be utterly astonishing.

Suddenly.

The youth abruptly stopped, looking upward.

Burning, dripping blood fell from the crushing firmament, landing on his face, imbued with endless drowning and bitterness.

An illusory ocean then covered every corner of the world, submerging all.

The skies slanted to the northwest, the ground sank to the southeast, the world of Five Dirts, Bitter Sea invaded, all worlds perished, mundane Purgatory...

Countless realms, without exception—

All fell into Bitter Sea.

Ji Jingqiu, using the Fire House Buddha Hell Visualization Method as the core, visualized the Bitter Sea's projection descending onto the world, and then with the recognition of the One True Dharma Realm, personally created a Bitter Sea projection.

The youth retreated step after step, until there was nowhere left to retreat, still unable to escape that formless and intangible, yet all-encompassing Bitter Sea.

He abruptly lifted his head and gazed ahead.

In the All Worlds Suffering Sea, Ji Jingqiu stood at the center of Heaven and Earth, Spirit seated high at the center, his Daoist Body with its layers of acupoints evolving into the universes, like a Sumeru Divine Mountain suppressing the three thousand centers, the sole Pure Land in this Heaven and Earth.

In the next moment.

Ji Jingqiu raised his blade and stepped forward.

Just as Hel mentioned, this was the Nether Sea, or rather the Spirit Ocean, essentially his home ground.

By this moment, the battlefield was no longer crimson but the Nether Sea.

Though the opponent could forcibly commandeer this Heaven and Earth for personal use, he regarded the Nether Sea as his home ground.

With a swish, Ji Jingqiu crossed the air, Green Master raised, bringing down the blade with force.

Boom!

Half of the youth's body was spattered with blood, the radiant Dao Rhyme like the Great Sun was ground down by more than half, dimming, falling into the distance.

This strike didn't cleave him through, the youth attempted to harmonize with Heaven and Earth, allowing this Heaven and Earth to bear most of the Dao Power on his behalf.

Ji Jingqiu steadfastly followed, striking freely, his form piercingly clear, yet the oppressive force filled the sky and ground, regardless of what means the youth used to counter, owning the home ground, Ji only needed to strike with his blade to break through all techniques.

In this battle, the youth retreated at every step, blood splattered across Heaven and Earth.

The incomplete yet majestic beast shadow trailing behind him, as though enraged, roared in fury, but could not defy the formless rules, watching helplessly as "itself" was beaten down by a later comer.

...

The Moon-cutting Sword Light, slumbering within the Inner Heaven's True Spirit Pool, slowly awakened, like it had taken a shallow nap, its self-talk revealing a heavy fatigue, seeming like the consumption hadn't yet recovered.

It yawned and murmured:

"A dream of millennia, how long have I slept this time? The boy's Inner Heaven has transformed again, tsk, such progress..."

"Huh, I seem to sense a familiar aura—impossible, those fellows left long ago, could it be this sleep truly lasted millennia..."

It forced itself to perk up, leaping from the True Spirit Pool,

The Sword Light suddenly grew radiant as a Divine Yang, like a person widening their eyes, staring in disbelief at the outside of the field, intense spiritual waves radiated from the Sword Light—

"What the heck! What did I just witness?"

"The 'Ning,' who once dominated the Sea of Realms, overpowering for three Eras and achieving Enlightenment, is actually being brutally beaten?! Am I still dreaming?"