Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

Xinzhai Dojo.

"Why don't you make a move?!"

Unable to suppress his rage, Mu Yun vehemently spoke, his Qi bursting forth, overturning the surrounding corridor.

This generation of Martial Artists was destined as the "Age of Great Struggle" countless years ago!

And also, since ten thousand years ago, it has been the third Age of Great Struggle, the Golden Age!

Looking back at the previous two times, each occasion led to the decay of innumerable old powers and the successive rise of many new ones, not just a golden era, but also chaotic times potent enough to reshape the Federation's structure!

Even with a master stationed in the dojo, no one dared assert it was completely secure.

The dojo's decades of effort and planning were for securing a foothold in this era; just now, that moment held, if not a full hundred percent hope, at least a twenty to thirty percent chance worth taking a risk for!

But his disciple, Yun Jinghe, remained an observer, missing both an excellent and final opportunity!

Yun Jinghe did not reply but instead looked in various directions, possibly where his old rivals were.

Finally, he burst into laughter, appearing like a madman in Mu Yun's view at that moment!

"Master, I have not lost, none of us have lost!" His expression uplifted, his eyes blazing as bright as the sun!

"What are you, this rebellious disciple, talking about..."

Beyond his furious outrage, Mu Yun suddenly realized.

The direction Jinghe was looking towards...

Were they the Heavenly God Dojo, the Sun and Moon Dojo... all the various dojos?!

What did this mean? Could it be that none of them took this opportunity to compete?

"Master."

Yun Jinghe suddenly turned back, looking straight into Mu Yun's eyes, his face calm, his stature upright as a pine, his voice although soft, was resonating, directly expressing his convictions,

"This is not our Martial Arts way!"

"You..."

Mu Yun was shaken, as if seeing his disciple for the first time.

Yun Jinghe grinned, "Master, to live in the same era as these fellows, I am truly fortunate!"

Mu Yun's face twitched, displaying a complex emotion. He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something but felt all words weak and meaningless at this moment.

A large hand patted Mu Yun's shoulder.

"Yun'er, be at ease."

A calm voice sounded, and a young man, resembling Mu Yun, appeared quietly in the scene.

He looked at Yun Jinghe and smiled: "He'er, have you found your own way of Martial Arts?"

Yun Jinghe respectfully replied: "Ancestor Master, I have found it."

The young man praised: "Today, if you had seized the opportunity to take the fame of the initiator, the dojo would have been pleased. But you did not, and I am actually pleased about it! If there are some who are displeased later, tell them the old man told them to scram."

Yun Jinghe chuckled: "Disciple follows Ancestor Master's order!"

After saying that, he gave his teacher a wink.

Mu Yun remained silent and began to roll up his sleeves.

The young man held his disciple, looking at his own grandson with a grin: "Aren't you running off quick?"

Yun Jinghe chuckled and swiftly departed, his departing figure carefree and at ease.

Watching this youngster's disappearing figure, the young man's gaze slightly drifted, as if reminiscent of his own youth, and finally he cursed and laughed:

"What a carefree and unrestrained scoundrel, truly worthy of being my grandson!"

Mu Yun sighed: "Teacher, Jinghe's actions today might provoke dissent and criticism within the dojo."

The young man lightly said: "Let them come then. Besides, it's not only our Jinghe involved."

Mu Yun nodded, then suddenly asked: "Teacher, how will the Federation deal with Zhuang Butong."

This question made the young man instantly silent, after a long while, he slowly said:

"Although Zhuang Butong has established tremendous merit today, he also steps further into association with that evil spirit, I fear..."

I fear no one is capable of suppressing him anymore!

Unless the Four Directions God himself decides to intervene continuously to suppress the Dream Demon's will, but the cost would be too exorbitant.

The young man suddenly shook his head, changing the subject: "You don't know, just now I made contact with those old immortals, each one of them cursing their own disciples who are growing rebellious, opting for their own pleasure and disregarding the Ancestor Master's legacy as trivial, only two old timers remained silent, their faces black as coal."

Mu Yun was initially stunned, but soon understood, his expression odd.

Does that mean... there are still two dojos' people who chose to seize the opportunity to open the Heavenly Gate?

He couldn't help asking: "Which two?"

He suddenly felt thankful for Jinghe's choice earlier.

"Tianfang Dojo and Mude Daoist School." The young man sighed: "As the saying goes, a crooked frame leads to skewed beams, the kind of people that lead out that kind of disciple."

Mu Yun dared not speak.

"By the way, what's that kid's name?" The young man suddenly asked.

"Are you talking about... the one who covered for Zhuang Butong, with the Tiangong Heavy Workshop showing up on his behalf?"

Mu Yun thought for a while, only able to think of this person.

"Umm." The young man nodded, "Show me his details, he seems like a good kid, can we recruit him into the dojo?"

"Difficult, we've checked, this kid not only has ties with the Tiangong Heavy Workshop, but is also very close to the Dragon Tiger dojo."

Mu Yun accessed his projection terminal, opening Ji Jingqiu's profile.

Studying the information in the projection, the young man suddenly furrowed his brows.

He's a good kid.

But how is this face...

So displeasing?

...

...

A tall tower.

The wind is fierce today.

A sturdy young man squatting at the edge of the high tower, having evaded the pursuit of his elders, stretched lazily, stood up facing the intense wind, his body as stalwart as a long spear, immovable as a mountain, unyielding.

He looked towards the distant night sky, suddenly laughing loudly:

"To exist in the same era as you all, truly Diao's honor!"

His eyes fiercely bright, his smile wild, his entire being emanating an intense spear intent, finally, soaring through the Sixth Limit, nearly unimpededly breaking through the Sixth Gate!