This year, Ji Jingqiu was sixteen years old. In order to survive, he visualized the Buddha's hell of fire, planted a Bodhi tree, and embarked on the road of martial arts. Many years later. The light rose suddenly, illuminating the endless darkness. A towering ancient tree was green and dark, standing tall like a canopy, and the clear light of glazed glass broke through the sky, supporting a piece of pure land of the kingdom of God, spanning hundreds of billions of calamities, illuminating the three realms and ten directions. This day. The martial artists in the world looked up at it, just like a mayfly seeing the blue sky. … … “There is a Bodhi tree inside, which I planted by hand when I set foot on the martial arts. Now it is standing tall like a canopy.” “I have seen everything in the world, and there is no one like me.” “That year I flipped through the history books. This history has no years. I looked horizontally and vertically, and saw eight words-the world's winds and clouds are all from my generation.” … – Excerpted from the autobiography of Ji Jingqiu, the pride of the martial arts world.