They are the blossoms at the end of the thorns, the sunrise atop the lofty mountains, the reason this world is still worth believing in.

The Seven Marshals from ten thousand years ago were such.

Huang Fuxing and his disciples were such.

Senior Yan was such.

So was the logistics company that risked its operations to transport supplies for refugees.

Cheng Xin was such too.

A few years ago, someone said to him, Ji Jingqiu, do not be anxious, before you become the mountain you can rely on yourself, there will always be people willing to be your mountain.

So, who will be their mountain?

"Ji, are you going to save this city and confront the Star Thief of the Sima Family?"

Luo Tianyou suddenly spoke up, courageously fixing his gaze on Ji Jingqiu, he asked,

"Ji, why take the risk for people who have no relation to oneself and get stuck in the quagmire? Is it truly worth it? Is pursuing what is right important, or is chaos the norm?"

In this period, he had stepped out of the Luo family's door, witnessed the real world, and encountered many bewildering crossroads. The education he received from childhood told him they should intervene.

But his father said this was the helplessness and reality. Sometimes, rightness isn't important; "tradition" is important, and the Luo Family cannot defy it, only adapt.

This rhetoric plunged Luo Tianyou into even deeper uncertainty.

He hoped Ji Jingqiu could give him an answer.

Ji Jingqiu patted his shoulder, not saying much, only three words:

"Watch me."

It is said that in temples, Buddha and Bodhisattvas keep their eyes lowered, not looking at sentient beings, because sentient beings' suffering is such that seeing it, they cannot help but want to save the world, and by entering the world to save it, they too would fall into calamity and navigate it like all beings.

Ji Jingqiu took a deep breath, the scent of gunpowder filling his lungs.

He heard the rising wails.

Life has always been fragile.

So fragile that just the aftermath of gunfire could easily snatch away countless vibrant lives.

Figures laughing one second might lie forever on the cold ground the next.

The world hands over the power of destruction to All Spirits, yet never bestows them the authority to resurrect.

Ji Jingqiu understood this since childhood.

The world is cruel.

Sometimes, wanting to stay alive is a luxury.

At this moment.

He gazed at the city under the boundless night, those long-confused eyes suddenly becoming clear.

He stood in the impending storm.

Just like Majestic Mountains.

A massive resolve already formed, sharp as a long blade.

Suddenly, a rustling wind arose between Heaven and Earth.

The city's wind at this moment followed unknown trajectories from all directions, converging overhead into a slowly descending whirlwind.

Only the Heavenly Person could extract the mighty Void Essence, which at this moment was pouring down, infusing into Ji Jingqiu's body.

He raised his head, Heart Moon radiantly shining, this planet responding to his spirit, answering all his needs.

Luo Shangye was greatly shocked.

Such a degree of Unity of Heaven and Man...

Definitely exceeds seventy percent!

But how is that possible?

Ji Jingqiu suddenly smiled in relief.

Because in this moment, he saw his Heart Image world.

It was a summer street in the afternoon.

On the bench at the end of the street next to a dozing youth, seemed to be a figure sitting back to him.

That figure, like Divine Mountain, once indestructibly blocked the fleeting storm for him.

...

That year, someone intruded into Ji Jingqiu's Heart Image world without permission.

He wished the youth could someday be a somewhat more selfish sun,

To be a sun, not to hang high in the sky illuminating the whole world, but to shine on the land around, exclusive to our Pure Land.

He always felt, if a person with immense selfishness slowly becomes great, extending his selfish realm from "self" to include the world...

Perhaps, that is what a Saint is?

He said, Ji Jingqiu, isn't the goal of becoming a Saint too vast?

Then switch to another.

Ji Jingqiu, you shall be Invincible.

...

Some things, perhaps from beginning to end, are very simple.

When unsure which path to take next, just ask the seniors.

Ji Jingqiu responded in his heart:

Alright.

This moment.

All sentient beings in the Western region, sensing, ignited as if kindling incense, not praying to the Divine anymore but carrying a common hope, converging towards a certain place.

The numerous shining spiritual lights of the beings, guided by some invisible force, submerged Ji Jingqiu's spirit, pointing out the road to the Seventh Shackles.

The shackles of the world are but a dream, Formless and selfless.

His spirit at this moment was like a full moon, resplendent with shining golden light, no doubts left in his heart, in the scriptures, this is the sign of a person of Dao achieving enlightenment.

He said.

He will cease wars in the West.

He dares to teach the sun and moon to change the skies.

He will strike till the Federation has no dissent.

...

Mu Family ancestral home.

Mu Juncheng suddenly looked up, he saw that ancient and silent Green Lamp that had been dim for countless millennia, at this moment brightly shining!

The light was not dazzling but carried a warm power, illuminating the depths of people's hearts, guiding sentient beings to the other shore.

That faint yet perceptible, once thought to be an illusion, the chant of Buddhist mantra, gradually grew vast and majestic.

Resonating through the ancient temple, as if grand bells vibrating, solemn and profound.

The entire ancient temple cleared of dust, spotless and pure, as if the Six-character Mantra was resounding.

Mu Juncheng looked bewildered, what is this situation?!

...

Qin Family.

Heavenly Blade resonated sharply, hovering above the girl's head,