Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 84 - 79 I’ve Always Been Waiting for a Moment to Set You Free

Afternoon.

Ji Wumian came home with a bag of dough and chopped meat, announcing that they would be making dumplings tonight.

Ji Jingqiu didn't say much; since the old man had decided, he would not obstruct.

The grandfather and grandson duo wrapped thirty dumplings; after boiling, the elder only served ten and told Ji Jingqiu to eat more of the rest.

Once dinner was over.

The grandfather patted the neatly packed simple luggage, which now also had an armband tied over his shoulder, reading "Little Red Flowers Tour Group."

"Let's go, see me off; it's a good chance to talk about some things on the way."

Ji Jingqiu nodded, helping the elder to lift the luggage.

He didn't know what it contained, but it felt quite heavy even for his strong physique.

He impulsively opened it for a look.

After all, they were family; no need for courtesy.

To his surprise, it was a suitcase nested within another suitcase.

"A Matryoshka?"

The old man glanced at Ji Jingqiu, who had always been overly curious since childhood, and did not stop him.

Being curious is a good thing.

Like the will to survive, it would drive Ji Jingqiu to keep moving forward.

As they walked out of the house side by side toward the destination given by the old man.

The evening breeze rustled as dusk faded and the sun set low.

Sunset has always been a solemn affair, symbolizing that half of the world is about to fall asleep.

"By the way, why am I the one sending you off?" Ji Jingqiu suddenly asked, "Shouldn't it be you watching me leave for the vast and prosperous central regions?"

The old man stroked his beard: "That would be too sentimental."

"Is this trip really for tourism?"

"Of course... while also settling some long-standing issues."

"Will there be danger?"

"Some people indeed wish me dead, but I'm not going to surrender without a fight. Until the end, no one knows who will lose."

The elder spoke these words calmly, unfazed even knowing traps lay ahead, simply continuing on his path as always.

It seemed as though time had only touched his age, without shaking his courage.

Then the old man told him a story.

The protagonist of the story, arrogant and stubborn, never bowed his head. He offended many throughout his journey and made some interesting friends, but he never reached the point where he could completely reject all the things he didn't want to do and bear their consequences.

In the end, the protagonist lost everything.

Those people still weren't willing to let him go, staking the lives of his few friends to challenge him to one last game.

He could have chosen not to go, but that wouldn't be him.

"Where is the final destination?" Ji Jingqiu pondered for a moment before deciding to ask.

It was a clichéd story, but since the protagonist was his grandfather, he at least needed to know where to find the old man one day.

"Heavenly Road, the place where Spirit Ocean and the material world converge and meld, a paradise for the strong." Ji Wumian whispered, "When the day comes and you've broken free from your Chains, you can try your luck there."

"I will," Ji Jingqiu crisply replied.

"Jingqiu."

The old man suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?"

"Do you still remember those years, when you were sick, and I always stood by your side?"

"I do."

Ji Jingqiu, enlightened since birth, vividly remembered the scenes from his childhood when he was ill; his parents were helpless while his grandfather stood by quietly.

But later, as his parents departed, the grandfather no longer stayed by his side as often.

"Actually, during those years, I was always waiting for a chance to give you relief."

The late wind from afar picked up the corners of their clothes and hair.

The elder uttered this shocking statement with a calm voice.

Ji Jingqiu's steps halted at an intersection.

Just as at the countless crossroads in his past life.

The sky gradually darkened, leaving only a tumultuous chaos of twilight clouds.

He turned back in the evening wind, looking towards his grandfather.

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The grandfather was also looking at him, his deep-set eyes as calm as the abyss, showing no ripples, nor revealing the depths below.

He told him.

Actually, he never liked his own son, that stubbornly foolish man.

But he had to admit, his son had given him a very interesting grandson.

Countless times watching Ji Jingqiu in the throes of illness, he wondered, why did this child not give up?

If this child even harbored a sliver of desire to give up, he would have delivered him from suffering without hesitation.

The human world is a sea of suffering, and people are adrift.

Sometimes being alive isn't necessarily a good thing.

Yet, that child never bowed his head, his stubborn nature seemingly inherited from him, as if in defiance.

He lived step by step to this day.

And intends to live even better.

"Turns out... I was crossing a slaughter ordeal all those years?"

Recalling the scenes of the past, Ji Jingqiu fell silent.

The old man suddenly felt somewhat guilty.

Guilty that he could kill people, but could not save them.

Ji Jingqiu stood in the twilight, somewhat dazed.

His grandfather's description reminded him of a scene from his past, just after he was born, his parents knelt by his bed for a long time, in agony not knowing how to decide amidst his crying...

Sometimes, it was not only the sick who were tormented by illness, but also all the people who loved them.

Ji Jingqiu earnestly said, "I will continue to live and live even better."

Ji Wumian silently raised his hand, pointing a finger at Ji Jingqiu's brow.

In an instant.

An inconspicuous spiritual seed took root in Ji Jingqiu's heart.

Just like the spiritual transmission method of Master Luo, but even deeper and more covert, with no leakage.

Ji Wumian sighed and said:

"Actually, I also know a bit of martial arts, but I can't teach you. If you learned it, even just a Divine Form, similar to my younger self by a third, it would be easy for others to recognize you, and then you would encounter many troubles and might not even be able to establish yourself in the Federation."

"It's good that you can find your own Martial Arts inheritance; our Ji Family's men are all like this, relying on themselves and friends when they are away from home."

"This Divine Intent seed... wait until you enter the Heart Image realm and have the power to protect yourself, then touch it."

Then there was a series of ramblings.

Just as he said before, it's all too sentimental.

In the end, Ji Wumian said that young people need to be a bit proud, but no matter what he learns in the future, he must remember one thing: the highest realm of Martial Arts is to have no one, nor any gods, before you.

He was far from achieving that.

But he hoped Ji Jingqiu could achieve it.

However long the road, there comes a time when it ends.

Ji Wumian picked up his luggage, did not look back, waved his hand, and walked towards Zhuang Fusheng not far away.

Ji Jingqiu watched as his grandfather waved goodbye to him.

Like the dandelions and grass debris scattered by the wind on the roadside, they wobbled and scattered in the air, gradually fading away in the radiance.

After a long time, his grandfather's figure was no longer in sight.

Ji Jingqiu sighed deeply.

His grandfather was right; these kinds of farewells are too sentimental, meaningless.

He didn't ask about his grandfather's past because everyone has their secrets.

As long as he continues to progress on the path under his feet, he will eventually hear his grandfather's name from others.

They will meet again.

After all, the old man said—

When he was young, everyone who saw him had to bow their heads.

Ji Jingqiu turned around and walked in the direction he came from, his steps light.

This city had lost another reason for him to stay.

He was determined to sprint to the Five Limits, heading towards the central area.

That evening.

Ji Jingqiu returned to the Inner Realm world.

Fatty Hu had disappeared somewhere again.

This guy had been going out frequently these days, running who knows where.

And each time he returned, the progress with the Ten Thousand Ancient Blade significantly increased.

Logically, the Fifth Limit is the hardest to break through, the difficulty akin to the sum of the previous four limits.

But with Fatty Hu's diligence, the Fifth Limit was already not far off.

When Fatty Hu returned, Ji Jingqiu, caressing the fifth Ten Thousand Ancient Blade, thought as expected.

The progress had risen once again!

The breaking of the Fifth Limit was now within reach!

Ji Jingqiu's gaze swept over the previous four blades.

"Follow this arduous journey, to reach the Morning Star."

"Today's training, the eldest senior brother deceived me with his Cultivation Body; I've noted it."

"Broke the third limit, tonight is for sour and spicy noodles."

"Congratulations to Comrade Fatty Hu for winning the title of Advanced Individual in this Grinding Competition."

Ji Jingqiu lost himself in silent laughter, feeling like he was rereading old space posts from a previous life.

Well, it's not that embarrassing yet!

Looking at the fifth Ten Thousand Ancient Blade in his hand, Ji Jingqiu decided to write a message expressing his own Martial Arts aspirations.

He sat quietly for a long time, recalling the history he had studied over the past years.

In the end.

He engraved eight characters:

"All the world's heroes, emerge from our ranks."

...

Three days later, Ji Jingqiu slashed open the last layer of the Heavenly Person Door with the Ten Thousand Ancient Blade.

With that, he broke through all Five Limits, refined the Reincarnation Body, and saw visions of mountains and waters ascend within his body, casting the strongest foundation of Body Refining.

Yet the Heavenly Person Door had not closed due to this.

It seemed there was still an open Dao path ahead.