This year, Jing Qiu was sixteen years old.
To survive, he meditated on the fiery hells and planted a precious Bodhi tree, embarking on the path of martial arts.
Many years later.
A bright light rose, illuminating the endless darkness.
An ancient tree, majestic and ancient, stood tall and lush with verdant foliage, like a canopy reaching for the heavens. From it, a divine light pierced the sky, establishing a pure land, spanning countless eons, and illuminating the Three Realms and the Ten Directions.
At that moment,
All martial artists looked up, feeling like a mayfly gazing upon the vast blue sky.
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"Within, there is a Bodhi tree, which I planted with my own hands when I first stepped onto the path of martial arts. Now, it stands tall and proud."
"I have witnessed all that is in this world, and none can compare to me."
"Back then, I searched through the historical records, but this history has no dates. I looked from all angles, and I saw eight words—The worlds storms and clouds, all arise from our generation."
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- Excerpt from the autobiography of Jing Qiu, the proud sun of the martial world.
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