The one speaking was a youth, wearing a white robe with three Bodhi seeds painted on the hem.
The robe as a whole exuded a sense of closeness to nature, but at this moment, it was stained with blood and somewhat tattered, appearing quite ruined.
"Ling Xin?"
Zhang Daoyuan’s heart stirred. Just a moment ago, he had been on the verge of falling into a demonic state, filled with maddening hatred.
At this moment, seeing a disciple who had survived within the sect, he finally regained a bit of his reason.
"You are still here?"
The boundless killing intent gradually receded, and the golden ocean that had submerged everything was drawn back into his body.
Ling Xin’s face was covered in dust and his robes were ruined, but one could still discern his handsome features.
He held a long sword, fiercely piercing through a cultivator from the foreign territory who was already lying on the ground, and then took a pure white jade bracelet from the cultivator’s hand.
Afterward, he respectfully handed this jade bracelet to Zhang Daoyuan.
"These are the classics left behind by the Patriarch; they are the inheritance of our Bodhi Mountain!"
Zhang Daoyuan understood the situation with a single glance.
The injuries on this person were basically all left behind by the cultivators from the foreign territory at the foot of these three mountains... well, now it was a plain.
Previously, this person must have been hiding well, likely tucked away in some small world.
But when he saw that the inheritance left behind in the sect had been packed up and taken away by the other side,
he could no longer care about anything else and came out to fight to the death.
The scars on his body were all left by this group of foreign realm cultivators lying on the ground.
If Zhang Daoyuan hadn't arrived quickly just now, he would have likely died here.
"Is there anyone else?"
A look of sorrow appeared on Ling Xin’s face, and he shook his head.
"No more, I did not see anyone else!"
Zhang Daoyuan could not help but fall silent.
Staring at this familiar yet strange area, he felt a sense of bewilderment.
The area where they once stood should have had a mountain peak that towered into the clouds.
The mountain peak was divided into one platform after another; the area at the foot of the mountain was where the outer disciples cultivated, and there were also many markets.
It was extremely prosperous at the time, and even some mortals would specifically run to this special place, hoping to make contact and obtain an immortal destiny.
The middle of the mountainside was where the inner sect disciples resided, and it was also where Ling Xin had lived before.
Disciples who passed the corresponding assessments could become inner sect disciples and then cultivate on the mountainside.
The platform at the top of the mountain was smaller and was the place where the sect elders and true disciples cultivated.
Everyone in the human dao realm could cultivate here.
At its peak, there were as many as tens of thousands of disciples here.
And that peak moment did not seem too far away in Zhang Daoyuan’s memory.
When he had just achieved a breakthrough to become a supreme being, he did not know how many senior brothers and junior brothers were by his side, congratulating him.
But now, there was not even a mountain peak here, only an endless plain.
That mountain peak had been uprooted by someone.
Recalling the past, Zhang Daoyuan did not know how to reminisce.
Only Ling Xin dug up a handful of black-red soil from not far away to fill in this spot.
Then, he took a Bodhi seed from his own storage bag and carefully planted it here.
"Blood must be repaid with blood!"
Zhang Daoyuan saw clearly that the handful of blood-stained soil contained both the blood of the Bodhi Mountain disciples and the blood of the foreign realm cultivators.
"Bodhi Mountain is gone, but Eldest Senior Brother, you are still here, so I am still here; Bodhi Mountain has not been destroyed!"
"Since the mountain is already gone, then we do not need the mountain. I will plant thirty thousand and six Bodhi trees here.
That is our former sect, that is our former senior and junior brothers."
"When we strike into the foreign territory one day, I will bring Bodhi Mountain back and plant all thirty thousand and six Bodhi trees on it!"
Zhang Daoyuan nodded and gestured with his hand, drawing over the group of foreign realm cultivators he had killed in his emotional outburst.
With a point of his fingertip, they all dissolved into Dao at the same time.
Rich heaven and earth spiritual energy permeated between heaven and earth.
Zhang Daoyuan then released thirty thousand and five Bodhi seeds from his hand, which sank into the empty plain.
Under the nourishment of the rich heaven and earth spiritual energy and in harmony with the great dao of heaven and earth, these thirty thousand and six Bodhi seeds sprouted rapidly, and soon, small Bodhi trees grew.
Ling Xin gritted his teeth and rummaged through the ruins on the side, finding a broken stone tablet.
The stone tablet was missing several corners, but the three characters on it were still clearly visible—Bodhi Mountain.
Zhang Daoyuan looked at it with a sorrowful expression; this was the place where he had originally cultivated.
Now, he could easily create a more impressive and sturdy stone tablet.
But he did not do so; instead, he personally stepped forward to straighten the tablet.
It stood right in front of this Bodhi forest.
The patriarch of Bodhi Mountain was Patriarch Bodhi.
He was a sentient Bodhi tree who had walked a long way in the true immortal realm and had the level of a quasi-immortal king.
Growing on Bodhi Mountain, all the disciples of Bodhi Mountain had their cultivation speed greatly accelerated while seeking enlightenment there.
It was easier for them to enter the enlightenment realm.
When the patriarch was still around, this was a famous spiritual mountain, not inferior to the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest.
Because of its uniqueness, Patriarch Bodhi even provided a certain level of enhancement for the enlightenment of immortal kings.
Back then, the Immortal Monk King had even sought enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, later achieving the status of an immortal king.
Therefore, immortal kings often came to visit Bodhi Mountain.
During its prosperous period, there were spirit medicines everywhere, with immortal cranes flying and Qilin lurking.
But now, nothing existed anymore!
After the brutal battle, Zhang Daoyuan did not find any trace of Patriarch Bodhi.
Then this person had likely already died.
There was no need to even say "likely"; Zhang Daoyuan knew that this person had no way to survive.
"In the future Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, that is, the post-desolate ancient era, there is a Bodhi undying divine tree, and there is also a chaos green lotus.
Some of them are likely the degeneration of immortal medicines from this era, but a large part should also be formed from the nirvana and gestation of true immortals who fell in this era..."
Zhang Daoyuan’s memory of the Covering the Heavens world and the events of the post-desolate ancient era was actually very deep.
And the Bodhi undying divine medicine, which was obtained by Ye Fan early on and gave him great help in the early stages,
helping him seek enlightenment and survive in the fire domain, left a deep impression on Zhang Daoyuan.
He just never expected that in this era, he would establish a connection with the Bodhi undying divine medicine in such a way.
Now Bodhi Mountain was empty, and the patriarch, who had left behind a portion of his true spirit, was nowhere to be found.
Zhang Daoyuan gazed at this world, and after a moment, he stepped firmly toward another direction.
Ling Xin tidied his robes, held his long sword, and followed by his side without a word.
The sun hung high, the sky was cloudless, and the weather was perfect—suitable for killing!
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