Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

Ethereal, sacred, lofty, pure...

Vast and ineffable.

A soft chant, spanning countless light-years, reached Ji Jingqiu's ears.

The sound was very soft.

Yet it surged with an intense pressure and blazing heat that quickened the heart.

They said—

[We have been waiting for a long time]

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Central region.

Four Directions God Temple.

A man dressed in white priest garments smiled gently, surrounded by a group of chattering children in uniform attire.

"The official title for deities is 'Human Integration Thought Body'."

"They have no physical form, exist in the Void network, and can only manifest through the Power of Faith and Will of the believers."

"Moreover, most deities do not possess a clear consciousness; they are easily swayed by the faith and will of all living beings, their awareness sinking into obscurity and chaos..."

The children, semi-understanding, gathered around him, listening to his explanations.

Suddenly, someone pointed ahead, curiously asking: "Teacher, why do they have no faces?"

Following the direction of the child's finger.

They were the four imposing divine statues, representing the highest rank within the Federation's deity system, yet the faces of the statues were blank, as though untouched by any artist's brush.

However, this did not give an eerie feeling; combined with their overall form, it only imparted a sense of solemn sanctity.

The priest explained: "Because the deities are formless, They might be any one of us, or any ancestor who once harbored the federation and humanity in their hearts."

"Teacher! I heard the Four Directions God were once the four Marshals, is that true?" another student raised their hand inquiring.

Upon hearing this.

The priest looked up, his gaze passing through the layers of light mist inside the temple, seeing those faceless divine statues.

He lowered his head, solemnly saying:

"Yes, the origin core of the Four Directions God of the Federation lies in the Original Divine Fire of the four Marshals. The reason the statues are faceless is their intention.

They all had opportunities and qualifications to enjoy omnipotent power across many ages, but they all discarded them like worn-out shoes, choosing instead to pave the way for future generations..."

"Teacher, does that mean the Divine Lord is just those four Marshals?" another child raised their hand and asked.

Most of them did not understand the words of the priest, only more curious about those myths and legends.

The priest paused for a moment, somewhat melancholically shook his head, softly saying:

"They are no longer the same as they were."

In that long worship, the will of all beings merged into their origin, and even the powerful Original Divine Fire would be tainted and assimilated by the faith of all beings.

Till this day.

They are the beings.

And at this moment.

The four formless divine statues shone brilliantly!

The white-robed priest suddenly looked towards the outside of the temple.

Behind him was a radiant spiritual light, like numerous twinkling stars clustering together, resembling a great sun at this moment.

As the only Divine Chosen of the Four Gods of this era, he clearly sensed the fiery and profound expectations of all gods, intense yet profound.

Yet no matter how he inquired, the gods never responded, only remaining as ever, solemnly silent.

Is it... my successor?

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Federation administrative capital.

As the administrative hub of the Federation, it was not located in the central region but was in North 1 District of the twenty-four time zones.

In a quiet terrace, an old man squinted enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon tea.

Sitting here, the President's Administrative Mansion not far away was in clear view, and a slight turn of his head revealed the headquarters building of the Federation Central Security Administration.

The former was bustling with visitors, the latter was as quiet as deserted, the contrast could not be more stark.

The old man suddenly chuckled softly; he saw a car abruptly brake and then turn around as it reached the street where the Central Security Bureau was located.

This is the Central Security Bureau, an institution reputed to be so nervous that if you glance at them twice, they will sternly pounce on you and arrest you, suspecting you of some issue.

For someone like the old man sitting on the nearby terrace, staring straight at the headquarters building of the Security Bureau, according to the Bureau's standards, at least should be accused of spying on Federation secrets.

But the old man obviously did not care.

Because his department, independent of any system, can make the President yield if necessary and possesses the highest security level in the Federation.

Even the security level owned by the Central Security Bureau must rank behind theirs.

Therefore, at the founding of the Federation, the first director of the Security Bureau once slammed the table and roared, "What kind of security bureau is this? We might as well just give the name to them!"

But the result was still unresolved.

Every time he thought of this old piece of news, the old man couldn't help feeling some regret.

He felt that if he had been there, there wouldn't be a Central Security Bureau now.

The somewhat hurried footsteps came from behind.

The old man sighed, lamenting that his afternoon tea had just begun and was already ending.

A middle-aged man quickly walked up to his side, leaned over and whispered:

"Highest alert—"

"Four Directions God and eleven Divine Venerables have simultaneously manifested! The reason is still unclear! They have rejected our contact, this is the second time in Federation history!"

The old man's deep and calm eyes flickered with solemnity.

Four Directions God and eleven Divine Venerables represent a divine system built by the Federation over thousands of years.

Somewhere in the universe, something significant must have occurred, causing them to be unable to stay still upon sensing it.

"Is there any movement in the Extreme Abyss?" the old man asked, "Those eleven are unreachable, what about the All Gods under their command?"

The middle-aged official forced a smile, bypassioned understanding in his eyes, and whispered:

"The formerly obscure Extreme Abyss has now been illuminated by the Divine Country of the Gods."

"Moreover, all the deities under these fifteen's command have also manifested in the mortal world, silently gazing into the depths of space, and our analysis based on the direction they are looking at points to the Eastern District of the Federation!"

The old man frowned and said, "What has recently happened in the Eastern District?"

"The East 3 District has recently produced a master," the middle-aged official quickly replied, "Additionally, it's worth mentioning that a unique event recently occurred on the East Three Bright Star, involving news brought back by Zhang Chongba and Leng Dao, which you've seen before."

The old man was silent for a long time before saying, "Since it's the second time, when was the first?"

"According to the records, it was when the Mu Family and the Ministry of Defense Research Institute collaborated to allow a fragment of Marshal Mu's Divine Thought to reappear and blossom in the world!"

The old man nodded, "Then contact the Ji Family and inquire if this may be related to Marshal He or Marshal Ji."

"Right away."

"If the Ji Family is unclear and the Four Directions God does not mention this matter afterward, then seal it completely," the old man said sternly, "Externally, claim that the Four Directions God is possibly having a breakthrough and the Gods are offering their congratulations."

"Understood." The middle-aged official once again consulted, "Should the President's Mansion and other peer departments inquire the same?"

The old man spoke seriously, "Our Administration Bureau does not need to be responsible for any departments, so naturally, there's no need to answer them."

The middle-aged official took his leave instructed.

The old man glanced at the steaming teacup and lost the desire for tea.

Only the manifestation relics of the other three Marshals could possibly cause the collective movement of the Four Directions God.

If he was not mistaken, this matter would most likely remain unresolved, and the Gods would maintain their usual silence, revealing nothing.

The old man sighed.

The Western rebel army rekindling warfare certainly indicated powerful backers and family support.

The Spirit Ocean, the integration point between reality and the Divine Road—the Heavenly Road—has also been a hotspot of issues recently, drawing attention from various masters.

Now coupled with the simultaneous manifestation of the Gods...

An eventful autumn indeed.

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Eleven majestic figures, too radiant to look directly at, took their seats one by one, holding up an illusory Bitter Sea above the canopy.

As a fragment of the Guardian God's spirit, the White Tiger was measuring this Inner Realm.

They, eleven Divine Venerables, guided by the Bodhi Tree and following the original covenant, came to protect the Dao for the second generation "World Venerable."

But that's all.

If the ancient Seven Marshals could rise from insignificance, those they chose must do likewise.

The Guardian God suddenly stopped, a descendant holding a blade came running and placed the knife down in front of him, then stepped back, looking up at him expectantly.

The Guardian God looked down, puzzled.

This blade...

Seems to be the legacy left by Marshal He long ago—[Ten Thousand Ancient Blade].

To this day, despite countless modifications by later generations, its essence remains unchanged.

Hmm, the blade is not yet Perfect, lacking a bit...

Is he expected to complete it?

Looking at the little one with a tiger-like demeanor before him, the Guardian God unusually fell into deep thought.