Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 362 - 175: Trial Gate, Cangqing Lineage - Part 3

He nodded to Yue Wukong and said solemnly, "No problem, as recorded by our clan, a Superior ranking allows entry into the outer sequence of the Divine Temple!"

Yue Wukong breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Ji Jingqiu, courteously saying, "Ji, how about we take turns civilly?"

Ji Jingqiu nodded, looked behind him, and asked, "Who wants to go first?"

Diao Xingyun rubbed his hands together and grinned, "I'll go test the waters for you guys!"

He handed his spear to Ji Jingqiu and strode into the Trial Gate.

A moment later.

Green light spread again from under the gate, this time extending up to eight and a half rings.

Numerous Martial Artists from other civilizations were surprised, was this individual slightly stronger than that Sealing King Genius from the Black Sun Clan?

After Diao Xingyun exited the Trial Gate, Yue Wukong also unexpectedly gave him a glance; this individual was clearly an example of potential surpassing current Combat Power.

Returning to Ji Jingqiu and the others, Diao Xingyun revealed what he had obtained, excitedly and uncontrollably exclaimed:

"Putting everything else aside, this Divine Temple is truly extravagant! Have you ever seen such a large piece of Divine Remains?"

The Divine Remains he showed were the size of an adult's fist; Ji Jingqiu's eyes widened in astonishment.

The Divine Remains powder he had previously obtained from Qingyang Ancestor, used to nurture his Innate Divine Ability, wasn't even one tenth the size of this piece!

Everyone was momentarily as energized as if filled with chicken's blood, jostling each other eagerly.

With the maintenance from various groups, they began to form a long orderly queue, entering one after another.

Green lights spread out from under the gate, with most stopping between four to six rings, namely the Mid-grade.

Those below four rings, Lower Rank, and above six rings, Superior, were rare because generally, only top-notch geniuses of each civilization are eligible to step into the Po Suo Half-plane.

What shocked all parties most was that although there were the fewest Martial Artists on the Federation side, only about twenty or so, among them, excluding Ji Jingqiu, nine stepped into the seven rings!

This ratio far exceeded the other civilizations.

"The Yanhuang Federation..." Many people murmured under their breath, beginning to recognize the potential of this civilization, not solely because of Ji Jingqiu's presence.

Even among first-rate civilizations, Sealing King-level Martial Artists are absolutely top tier among their peers, above them are only a handful of two or one at the Sealing King Peak.

After each Martial Artist completed their test, everyone chose not to leave to explore other areas of the Divine Temple, but instead waited patiently for the tests of Ji Jingqiu and Yue Wukong, wanting to see into what tier these two Sealing King Peaks could rank.

Yue Wukong turned around and said, "Ji, do you want to go first or should I?"

"You go first Yue."

"Alright!" Yue Wukong didn't demur and promptly strode towards the Trial Gate and stepped inside.

Soon after, a more intense, dazzling green light burst out from behind the gate, like a tide, directly breaking through seven rings and advancing to the eighth.

It finally just barely reached eight and a half rings, slightly short of the Ninth Ring, a result that made the Martial Artists of the Black Sun Clan boil with excitement!

"It's so close to the Ninth Ring!"

"Can't even Sealing King Peak reach the Ninth Ring?"

"Not necessarily, there's a hierarchy among Sealing King Peaks..." The man speaking glanced at Ji Jingqiu, the implication clear.

After Yue Wukong came out, his spirit soared, his face full of joy, clearly having gained a lot.

Ji Jingqiu looked towards Diao Xingyun and the others, nodded, then under the expectant gazes of the crowd, stepped into the Trial Gate.

"What do you think Ji will achieve?"

"Isn't it obvious, definitely the Ninth Ring!"

"To be fair, I think the temple's standards aren't thorough enough, why only up to the Ninth Ring?"

"That makes sense! Is the difference between Ji and that guy from the Black Sun Clan really just half a ring?"

Listening to the discussions of the Federation side, Yue Wukong ignored them, but he was also curious whether Ji Jingqiu could reach the Ninth Ring.

According to the clan records, a million years ago, the Heavenly Pride Martial Artists from various civilizations ultimately had only one person who touched the limits of the Ninth Ring, who appeared to have come from... the Elf clan?

Yue Wukong instinctively glanced in Mu Rouzhi's direction.

High-ranked Elf Holy Bloodline?

Most likely she sneaked out on her own...

Suddenly, a chaotic hustle of footsteps came from behind them.

Another group of Martial Artists entered a side chamber.

Yue Wukong turned back, saw the newcomer, and immediately smiled.

The newcomer was none other than the West Emperor who had chosen another path earlier.

Comparatively, they took noticeably more time to arrive here.

Right now, the expression on West Emperor's face was not very good, paler and uglier than before he had entered.

Behind him, the Martial Artists from the Demon Eye Empire and others from different civilizations had almost been decimated by half!

"Have you arrived?"

"Yes." West Emperor took a deep breath, and upon seeing the Trial Gate, walked over enthusiastically with fiery eyes, "Have you gone in already?"

"Hmm, eight and a half rings, similar to that predecessor in the history of my clan," Yue Wukong nodded.

West Emperor nodded, aware of what eight and a half rings signified.

"Guess who is inside now?" Yue Wukong suddenly asked.

West Emperor frowned, he looked around, suddenly his expression changed dramatically: "Why have so many of you come? Didn't anyone get lost halfway? What challenges did you encounter on the way?"

Yue Wukong's smile was subtle: "It seems you've lost quite a bit."

West Emperor took a deep breath, isn't this nonsense?

Why did they originally drive so many Martial Artists to the Divine Temple?

It was because, whether the Divine Temple was open or not, it housed many dangers, requiring people to "wade through"!

Their route had lost more than a third, only then did they manage to pass without any serious dangers.

"What kind of challenge did you encounter?" asked West Emperor.

"Qujing Tongyou."

West Emperor felt a sudden suspicion in his heart, this challenge was not easy to pass, either one must have a strong Spirit Realm or astonishing Martial Wisdom.

And to bring so many people through together... Could it be that this person, filled with vigor, also possessed outstanding Martial Wisdom, leading everyone on a safe path?

Wait a moment...

West Emperor seemed to recall something and exclaimed:

"Ji Jingqiu also came in?!"

Just at that moment.

Buzz!

A violent and deep trembling sound resonantly came from the Trial Gate.

This sound, like a God's whisper, pulled at every inch of space, every thread of air, and even the heartstrings of everyone present.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the gate.

With the precedent set by Yue Wukong, everyone quietly awaited the emerald light to suddenly burst forth, like a tide overwhelming, rushing towards the Ninth Ring!

However, after a long wait, they saw no green light emerging from beneath the gate, leaving everyone in shock.

Did something unexpected happen with the Trial Gate?

It was impossible for everyone to suspect there was something wrong with Ji Jingqiu, so the problem could only be with the Trial Gate.

"Look beneath your feet!" suddenly, a voice carrying disbelief, shattered the quiet inside the hall.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked down, nearly jumping, as they saw an unknown source of emerald light, like flowing water, spreading across the hall. It slowly flowed and gradually covered everyone's feet, lower legs...

The entire side hall was enveloped in emerald light, its origin unknown, more and more of it accumulating, rising higher, until it spread all the way to the Ninth Ring surrounding the Trial Gate, from the ninth ring down to the Trial Gate below, containing a myriad of phenomena.

When at last, the emerald light covered the entire floor of the great hall, sublimely and saintly, it left everyone in awe.

"How many rings is this?" someone murmured.

No one answered.

This scene had already surpassed everyone's understanding.

Yue Wukong murmured: "What does this count as?"

West Emperor, speechless, stared at the water-like flowing and undulating emerald light covering his lower legs, lost in thought for a long time.

...

...

When Ji Jingqiu opened his eyes again.

All around was an empty, dark void.

Only in front stood a courtyard-sized Pure Land, emitting emerald light, standing quietly in the void.

He looked up to see, at the center of the Pure Land, a sapling rooted, even "younger" than his family's Bodhi Tree.

And in front of the sapling, stood a woman.

Dressed in black, with black hair cascading like a waterfall, her large sleeves fluttering, her whole being enveloped in a mysterious and ancient charm.

The wind from the void blew her hair, giving her an ethereal and elusive fairy charm, transcending and otherworldly.

Ji Jingqiu cautiously glanced around and asked, "May I ask elder, is this the Cangqing Divine Temple's Inheritance Land?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to trigger some keyword.

The tender green sapling at that moment swayed slightly, emanating a subtle emotion.

Before Ji Jingqiu could delve deeper.

The woman in black, smiled, not quite smiling, lifted her eyes to glance at him, her pupils carrying a misty fog, swirling with the vicissitudes of time, as if she had long seen through the world's ups and downs.

She gently parted her lips, her tone light yet teasing:

"Ten thousand years ago, didn't your World Venerable Lineage look down upon our Cangqing Lineage? Has your World Venerable Lineage changed its nature after ten thousand years?"