Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

Xiang Qingyu's gaze swept over the entire venue, his smile icy as he said, "Additionally, those forces below the Ten Directions Sects should refrain from getting involved."

The venue fell into a slight silence.

A considerable number of representatives furrowed their brows. Were they being pushed out of the scene?

Just as the atmosphere turned tense, seemingly ready for a confrontation at any moment—

A ripple in the Void was felt, yet it was fixed within this realm.

The next moment.

"Ah..." A green-haired figure staggered into the Void, roaring with anger, as if having suffered an unprecedented humiliation, drawing the attention of all the powerful beings present.

"Oh, Brother Xiang, isn't that your youngster? How come he came out so soon? Is it a case of water and soil incompatibility?"

Jesting voices echoed through the Void, their source indistinguishable as someone mockingly jibed.

Xiang Qingyu's brows furrowed. He reached out, pulling his junior along the same sect to the front and inquired carefully about what exactly had happened.

With the strength of this Junior Brother, could it be he encountered a joint attack by other disciples?

"Speak plainly, if indeed someone broke the rules to gang up on you, your Uncle Master will seek justice for you afterward. Even if it is the Heavenly Venerable, they will bleed for this."

Xiang Qingyu responded coldly, his demeanor quite domineering. But his strength matched his arrogance, and few in the scene were willing to provoke this madman from the Blood Demon Palace.

However, even though his young junior was enraged, there was a sense of suppressed frustration. He was unwilling to reveal the truth, only pleading to be allowed to enter again.

Xiang Qingyu's brow relaxed as he handed over another life-preserving jade token, giving an approving nod, "That's right, if you truly fail, find your way back yourself, maintaining the spirit of our lineage. Go on."

Receiving the jade token, the green-haired young man was unwilling to linger, heading straight for the entrance of the Cosmic Light Fragments.

Shan Li frowned slightly. This young man lacked even basic manners, but he glanced at Xiang Qingyu's position, snorted lightly, and didn't make an issue of it, allowing this young man from the Blood Demon Palace to enter the Cosmic Light Fragments.

He'll be out soon enough... Shan Li thought to himself.

Regarding the green-haired young man's experience, Shan Li could roughly guess some things.

The young man from the Heavenly Saint Lake, even without achieving Heart and Body Unity, could easily crush the other disciples who entered this time.

"Future Divine Prohibition..." Shan Li sighed inwardly.

This Heavenly Saint Lake really deserves to be one of the oldest True Saint Dojos, quietly nurturing a Heart Image Invincible.

At that moment.

The Void rippled once more, waves of disturbance spreading.

Shan Li's eyes widened.

Impossible, so quickly?

But this time, appearing in the Void was a young man who had arrived previously with the red-haired figure.

After appearing, he staggered back, nearly sliced in two by a blade mark.

Qiu Chao instantly appeared behind the young man, pressing a hand on his shoulder to heal his injuries.

"Yan Fa, what happened to you inside?" he asked in a deep voice, "How is Yan Tian's situation in there?"

The young man named Yan Fa managed a bitter smile, "Ancestor Master, I brought shame upon you."

Qiu Chao shook his head, "Victory and defeat are common among warriors. In the Three Thousand Yanfu, who dares claim invincibility? Even your Ancestor Master hasn't."

Yan Fa took a deep breath and softly said, "Ancestor Master, from the Heavenly Saint Lake came an Invincible Heart Image; I believe he might have touched the Divine Prohibition!"

"What?!"

"Divine Prohibition?! Didn't the Heavenly Saint Lake only send a few ordinary disciples this time, with not even a single Heavenly King?"

"Boy, say it clearly!"

In an instant, the surrounding distinguished leaders couldn't remain calm, stirred into a commotion, their previously relaxed smiles now frozen.

Even the most domineering Xiang Qingyu turned stern.

"Is this true?" Qiu Chao asked solemnly.

Yan Fa struggled to speak, "I am not certain, but he was too strong. Not just me, even the senior brothers and junior brothers from other Taoist inheritances also were no match for a single strike from him."

"Hmph, boy, just because you couldn't cut it, don't drag our disciples through the mud."

Cold snorts resounded from the Void.

At that moment, the Void began to ripple again.

Not just once!

Continuously!

The ripples converged into waves!

Figures began appearing in the Void one by one, all of them disciples from various sides!

And those able to exit were the important disciples with life-preserving measures, those without...

"Qing Feng...!"

Xiang Qingyu's pupils constricted, for among those who appeared was the junior member their lineage had high hopes for!

The green-haired young man was unexpectedly present, compared to his previous complete retreat, a blade mark had embedded into his waist, almost severing him in two!

In a flash.

A chilling killing intent swept through the Void, all the young people feeling as if they were once again facing that person, a sharp blade at their throats, triggering a layer of goosebumps, icy and penetrating.

"Xiang Qingyu!"

A man in a Daoist Robe roared with anger, sweeping his sleeve across the Void, engaging invisibly while simultaneously pulling his young disciple to his side.

Xiang Qingyu's eyes flickered like a galaxy, emanating a bloody aura of destruction, daunting and intimidating, his whisper echoing as if from Hell:

"Heavenly Saint Lake?"