Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 992 - 359: I Am the Host! (Part 3)

Mu Shitian smiled and said, "Taoist Friend, you're being pretentious."

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Above the starry sky.

Countless "meteors" fell like rain, crashing into the planets within the Federation's territory.

These "stowaways" from various realms each chose a portal, ready to see who would first attack the core of the Reversed Ten Thousand Spirits Array.

In the end, these strong warriors from different factions met in one area.

Even if they had omnipresent traits, they still struggled to break through the Dao's suppression.

With a flapping cloak and clattering armor, a man from the Blood Demon Palace lifted his eyes, the tip of his spear dragging on the ground, his grin wild and unrestrained:

"In the end, it's Cang Ming who came out on top."

He looked back to see several dignified figures approaching from behind.

Cang Ming raised his eyebrows, suddenly focusing on the man closest to him.

He was a calm man, undisturbed by the heavens' collapse, wearing a snow-white robe, a colorful belt at his waist, a gold ring by his ear, and a demeanor approaching that of a God.

In fact, this man, known as Quan Jun, had served as a Mountain God for hundreds of thousands of years, reaching the limit within the Inner Heaven and Earth of a Saint, equivalent to Heavenly King Perfection.

Eventually, he garnered the admiration of that Saint and was allowed to cultivate in the True Realm, successfully advancing to the position of Heavenly Venerable.

Unfortunately, the limitations of his innate body meant that his limit was becoming a Heavenly Venerable, and progressing further was difficult.

This time, he was willing to break his own Daoist career for a chance to start anew.

Cang Ming's gaze swept over, passing by several martial artists with notable backgrounds.

A gentle-looking man in a green robe, with a face like jade, named Luo Yu.

His background was outstanding, almost among the top in the realms, with ancestors who were True Saints, and both parents were Heavenly Venerable. Eventually, he apprenticed under a True Saint of the Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect and, not long ago, obtained a Supreme Method.

Unfortunately, his realm was already high, making it hard to forge a Dao Foundation despite practicing the Supreme Method, so he asked for help from his ancestor, broke his own Heavenly King Daoist career, and prepared to rebuild his Dao Foundation.

This time, he came to earn some sect merit and please his master.

Behind him stood his senior brother, a Heavenly Venerable from the Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect.

And another figure, who caught Cang Ming's side glance, matched the demeanor of the Mountain Lord, a young man.

Another Heavenly Venerable.

This one, named Li Meng, practiced the Great Dream Path. His purpose for coming here was not due to any grudge against the Federation, but merely to catch a glimpse of the true form of the Dream God Hela.

The kind he'd dream about wanting to see.

Cang Ming glanced around, a grave expression on his face, but then he chuckled lightly.

What a lively scene!

The lineup this time could be described as "luxurious," far beyond expectations!

Various factions had indeed bled heavily, fearing they couldn't suppress that young anomaly of the Federation, sending more than one Heavenly Venerable.

To attract more than one Heavenly Venerable, to cut their own Daoist careers, just to suppress a single Heavenly Person...

The individual involved in this event would be enough to engrave their name in each faction's history, a record among extraordinary people!

No one spoke; they exchanged glances and went their separate ways, each moving forward.

The Yanhuang Federation was clearly prepared; regardless of where they entered the array, they would ultimately converge in one place.

Before long.

They sensed a strong presence of thunder, destruction mingling with a vibrant vitality, spreading like ripples.

At the end of the path beneath their feet.

A figure sat cross-legged.

Countless thunders fell from the void, pouring down like a waterfall over the body of that figure.

From outside to inside, not a single spot was missed.

The thunders were vast and dense, surging like the sea, making it almost impossible to see that person's figure within the interwoven lightning.

Only the calmly meditative face appeared and disappeared in the sea of thunder.

Sitting cross-legged and unmoving, he transformed within the sea of thunder, his breath serene.

"Thunder Disaster?" Luo Yu whispered, laughing softly, "Somewhat overconfident."

He had just taken a step forward, his foot suspended in mid-air, not fully stepping down, when he realized something was wrong.

"Here is..."

A step forward would lead directly into the Inner Heaven and Earth of the person crossing the Thunder Disaster!

Everyone looked up.

In heaven and earth, there stood only one mountain.

Majestic towards the heavens, unmatched in grandeur, shrouded in mist concealing its shape, only half of its true form visible.

Suspended at the mountain peak was a bright, clean moon.

"Only the sun's form is missing..." Quan Jun murmured, his gaze suddenly fixed on that mountain.

What kind of mountain is this?

Generally speaking, the mountains and rivers manifesting within the Inner Heaven and Earth reflect a person's Daoist career.

Quan Jun paused, the ripples in his heart growing more intense the more he observed.

Born in the Inner Heaven and Earth Universe created by a True Saint, further limited by the Power of Incense, he halted at being a Heavenly Venerable. No matter how he tried to forge a different path, progress eluded him.

Yet at this moment, gazing at that mountain was like seeing an opportunity for the future Dao, a hope for Enlightenment!

Gaining this mountain would not only mean freedom, but also a bright future in the Dao, a True Saint Path!

The fierce and murderous aura surged powerfully!

"What are you waiting for?"

Suddenly, a martial artist from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Mountain said indifferently. He stood nine feet tall and wielded a Fangtian Halberd. His voice clanged like metal striking, cold and sharp, exuding a sense of iron-blooded slaughter,

"By order of the Ancestor Master, to protect the Yanhuang Federation's path, today, whoever obstructs us shall be slain!"

The Green Gold Long Halberd swept across, splitting the sky. Divine Light crisscrossed, immensely ferocious, obliterating all, filled with killing intent and revealing a demonic nature!

Boom!

A sweep of the halberd seemed to raise a vast ocean, the terrifying surge instantly filling heaven and earth!

Everyone's gaze focused.

No need for much thought, one could guess who was crossing the Thunder Disaster.

At this time, this place... who else could it be but the renowned Ji Jingqiu?