She became a god

Although Lu Mingze noticed Zhu Yan's unusual expression, he had no time to think about it. "Since you don't hate her, why do you still want her ashes?"

In this world, people take the ashes of the dead either because it's profitable, or to keep a memento like Lu Mingze, or to vent their anger.

There are always some narrow-minded people who, even if their opponent is dead, will not let go of their ashes.

Lu Mingze originally thought Zhu Yan was the last one, but Zhu Yan herself said that she did not hate Ye Qingzhou, so what was she trying to gain by insisting on having the ashes?

Ye Qingzhou was completely dead; his ashes had absolutely no value.

Zhu Yan couldn't possibly be just like him, clinging to a memory...

The moment the idea came to mind, Lu Mingze rejected it.

Who in this world would specifically mourn someone they killed with their own hands?

It really does.

"The reason you kept Lu Sinian's ashes is the reason I want Ye Qingzhou's ashes."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingze took a closer look at the person in front of him. She was indeed Zhu Yan, without a doubt.

"You mean you miss my sister?"

Zhu Yan said, "I want her to enter my dream."

There has been a long-standing saying.

According to legend, ashes are the last spirits of the deceased.

If the living hold the ashes of the deceased for many years, they may see the deceased in their dreams.

Lu Mingze was too lazy to remind Zhu Yan that Ye Qingzhou had died with her soul scattered. He sneered, "Entering a dream? Why would Zhouzhou enter the dream of the person who killed her? Zhu Yan, I think you don't need Zhouzhou's ashes. With your daydreaming state, you'll be able to imagine Zhouzhou coming to see you sooner or later."

Zhu Yan ignored his taunts and simply raised his sword.

"You're finally going to kill me."

Zhu Yan frowned. "I didn't intend to harm you, but you've brought this upon yourself. This is your last chance. Will you give me your ashes?"

Lu Mingze knew that although the cultivation level of the thirty-first heaven was high enough, it was still just an immortal. Compared with a true god, it could only lose.

Although both involve ascension, becoming an immortal and becoming a god are completely different.

Immortals are cultivators who have survived the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending Stage, while gods must comprehend a perfect law on top of that.

Legend has it that only the immortals of the thirty-third heaven can rival low-ranking gods.

The strength of gods varies greatly, depending on three factors: their comprehension of the laws, their combat abilities, and their mastery of the laws.

Zhu Yan comprehended the power of the Law of Slaughter, which is a superior law among the three thousand laws. She has been fighting for many years and is extremely proficient in comprehending and applying the law. She is one of the best among the younger generation of gods.

Even if Lu Mingze became an immortal of the thirty-third heaven, he would at most have the ability to escape from Zhu Yan.

Unless he can find the hidden laws of time and space, if he can become a god through either time or space, Lu Mingze is confident that he can kill Zhu Yan.

My uncle and sister are both dead, so there's no point in living anymore.

Then he smiled slightly, full of nonchalance, "Three thousand years have passed, and I still haven't been able to transform from an immortal into a god. I can't kill you, but I'll make sure you suffer too."

Lu Mingze channeled his immortal power, seemingly intending to self-destruct and injure his enemy.

Zhu Yan frowned. She only swung her sword once, and killed Lu Mingze before he could self-destruct.

Holding the box of ashes, Zhu Yan returned to the realm of gods.

Zhu Yan seems to be very busy; she is either fighting a war or on her way to one.

But she always carried that box of ashes with her in her arms.

In the realm of gods, time is immeasurable. One day, Zhu Yan murmured to himself as he looked at the urn containing ashes, "Why haven't you come to see me yet?"

No living being could answer her question.

A moment later, Zhu Yan smiled and said, "You're so stingy. You can stab me with your sword, but I won't let you stab me with mine."

"The sword you stabbed me with was so fast and so deep, it will forever be etched in my heart. Every time I look down, I can see my chest, that's where you stabbed me."

"Ye Qingzhou, how could you die? How could you die so easily? I haven't even asked you to die yet, how could you die?"

"Ye Qingzhou, I really want to hate you, but I can't hate you, I..."

At this moment, a divine decree arrived: "The seal is unstable, and evil spirits are stirring. War God, please set out immediately to quell the chaos."

“Zhu Yan is in command.”

Zhu Yan did not set off immediately. Instead, she looked at the urn, opened it, and suddenly poured the ashes into her mouth.

"Ye Qingzhou, you can never leave me again."

.........

Ye Qingzhou sighed deeply as he recounted this, "My dream abruptly ended here. I truly don't understand why she was so obsessed with me. Brother, in that life, was my interaction with her more extensive and deeper than it is now?"

Yuantong shook his head. “According to what I saw in my dream, you had no contact with her. After she killed you, no fellow Daoist could guess why she killed you. They all felt that she was becoming increasingly insane and was using you as a scapegoat.”

"This is too strange. In my dream, Wen Xichun was so obsessed that she wanted to eat my ashes, but in your dream, we had no connection at all."

"I also find it strange. Why would she suddenly say that you stabbed her with a sword?"

Yuantong knew Ye Qingzhou's character very well. She had never liked killing, and she would never resort to violence if she could use words, and she would never provoke trouble if she could coexist peacefully.

In Ye Qingzhou's view, as long as her vital interests are not infringed, everything is negotiable.

If described using the traditional culture of Earth, she is someone who prefers "non-interference" and "the golden mean," and has no particular hobbies other than making money while sleeping.

What exactly prompted Ye Qingzhou to kill Wen Xichun?

Ye Qingzhou himself didn't understand either. "Actually, if I really wanted to kill someone, I would definitely go all the way and leave no trace, making that person's soul disappear on the spot, leaving no trace of consciousness in the world. If I really killed someone in my dream, it would be too casual, which is not in line with my style of doing things. I would be completely out of my mind."

"Wen Xichun's soul should be waiting to be reincarnated in the underworld right now. Do you want to make a move?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled slightly, "Brother, if you really wanted to kill her, you wouldn't have come to ask me."

"I just feel that in my dreams I often do things against my conscience, but this doesn't seem like something Wen Xichun would do. Maybe she's just a pawn; if we kill her, there will be another one. We're familiar with Wen Xichun; if a new one comes along, it will only make things more complicated."

Because you are a story NPC!

It seems now that "The Legend of Zhu Yan" cannot be entirely trusted. The book only briefly mentions the six deaths of Zhu Yan in her previous two lives, and even her scumbag ex-husband Lu Jin'an is described very little.

In typical revenge stories, the female protagonist ruthlessly torments her scumbag ex-husband. However, in "The Legend of Zhu Yan," Lu Jin'an fails to reach the Integration Stage before the female protagonist can take revenge and dies under the lightning tribulation.

At the time, many readers still felt it wasn't satisfying enough!

Looking back now, the original work is told from Wen Xichun's perspective, focusing on love, hate, and grudges. However, the author wasn't Wen Xichun himself. While the events leading to godhood are likely true, some personal grudges were probably fabricated by the original author.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Qingzhou said no more. He put away the Mirror of Love and Lust and urged Yuantong, "Hurry up and head north. Your opportunity is coming. We can think about those troublesome things later."