Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 1284 - 454: After My Departure, Who Will Establish Their Own Cults and Call Themselves Ancestors? (Part 3)
He watched the other party leave, then turned back to look at the complete stele.
——After I leave, I wonder how many will establish teachings and be called ancestors, and how many will dare to claim invincibility.
——I will not be disappointed.
...
Dong——
In Ji Jingqiu’s body, at the heart, it was as if a divine drum was struck, emitting a deafening sound that swept endlessly in all directions.
His aura was rising, accompanied by infinite light, growing increasingly vast and majestic, overpowering heaven and earth, suppressing the mist in the distance.
The latter retreated like facing a natural enemy, regressing like a tide until reaching the figure’s feet on the opposite stone bridge.
The Sword Master murmured, "This guy... Why do I feel like he’s stronger again? Is it an illusion? Standing in the Extreme Realm Domain and still advancing further?"
Cang spoke solemnly, "I’m afraid it’s not an illusion, nor must it be paving the way, but a revival, seeing old things, recalling more past events, retrieving former power."
The Sword Master suddenly discovered something, speaking in a deep voice, "The Dao Intent contained in the stele is pouring into his body!"
Cang sighed lightly, "Indeed so."
Ning was silent. These two had already determined that the World Venerable was ancient, moreover among the ancients, yet he still harbored doubts, suspecting this guy is a descendant of his Primordial Palace.
Of course, he didn’t say it out loud, otherwise, these two might glance at him sideways, giving him a look to self-understand the true meaning within, especially the Sword Master.
Ji Jingqiu’s transformation lasted for a long time, the radiant infinite light growing increasingly blazing over time, radiating magnificently between heaven and earth, with martial intent as intense as a great sun at the highest point of the human world.
This grand commotion and momentum made the three unconsciously solemn and vigilant, needing to divert divine attention to observe the surroundings, ensuring no strong enemies are drawn by this disturbance.
Strictly speaking, they were indeed protecting the path for the World Venerable.
Finally.
The divine light retracted, Ji Jingqiu’s terrifying and strong aura quieted down.
He opened his eyes, awakening, divine light shining in his eyes as he whispered:
"The past is dead yesterday, the future is born today."
The three had their spirits shaken countless times, seemingly seeing a glimpse of the World Venerable’s true identity through this sentence.
Cang and the Sword Master exchanged a glance, the seriousness in their eyes indescribable.
Ji Jingqiu awakened, pondering what he had seen during the Dao’s symbiosis, when that had happened?
"After I leave, I wonder how many will establish teachings and be called ancestors, and how many will dare to claim invincibility..."
Ji Jingqiu looked at the stele and whispered, then turned to look at the three,
"Nowadays, how many in the world boast to be invincible?"
He began to question the three, wanting to know how many transcendents have accumulated across epochs in the Sea of Realms.
The three appeared solemn, even Ning was thoroughly intimidated by Ji Jingqiu, combined with this stele, the "truth" was too terrifying.
The Sword Master’s gaze was deep, is this truly what the World Venerable left behind in the past?
A hundred epochs later, returning to the glory of those days, preparing to reignite the battle?
After a brief silence, seemingly the youngest Ancestor Ning present, spoke:
"All the ancestors are already on their way, yet to return, after several epochs, new ancestors are bound to be born, but the Sea of Realms covenant remains, rarely appearing in the world, no one knows the specific number."
Cang and the Sword Master chose to remain silent.
In some sense, they are indeed the ones establishing teachings and called ancestors on the stele!
At this time, everyone suddenly looked upstream.
A divine weapon, seeming like both sword and knife, floated on the river surface, floating down the stream, someone chased from behind, looked up and saw them, shouting:
"Taoist Friend, help recover my divine weapon, inadvertently fell into it, great rewards await!"
The few remained expressionless.
Ji Jingqiu didn’t look, his gaze falling on the silhouette on the other side of the stone bridge, his expression gradually serious.
He felt the gaze from the opposite shore.
The Sword Master stood with both hands resting on the sword, coldly laughing as he looked at the man rushing down from upstream.
Under his cold gaze, the rushing figure stopped, the original shout abruptly ceased, the opponent stood silently in the mist, with icy eyes locking onto Ji Jingqiu and his party.
The divine weapon floating in the river passed with the current, its final destination unknown.
And more silhouettes appeared in the mist, not just one.
"World Venerable, how should we handle this?" the Sword Master asked.
Ji Jingqiu confronted the silhouette across the bridge, whether responding to the Sword Master or warning the figure opposite:
"Those harboring malice, kill!"
