She became a god

Why the hatred?

“I become someone else whenever I see her, but I don’t like that.”

"She poisoned you."

"No."

"Then what do you hate? It's you who wants to change for her, not the other way around."

"But I am not reconciled."

Why are you unwilling to accept this?

"She never changed for me."

The Goddess of Xiling gently shook her head. "Why do you think she should respond to your change?"

"Everything has a cause and an effect. The Mother Goddess wanted me to become a god, so I risked my life. People wanted to kill me, so I killed them. I devoted myself to cultivation and mastered the way of the sword. I changed for her, so how could she remain unmoved?"

"I live in an environment where you reap what you sow, and you have to give to receive. Why isn't she like that?"

"Chun'er, not all efforts are rewarded. You're obsessed."

"Mother Goddess, you blame me for being without desires, but when my desires come to fruition, you blame me for being mad. Do you ultimately want me to have desires or not?"

The Goddess of Xiling said solemnly, "I hope you can have normal emotions and desires."

Wen Xichun said earnestly, "The God of Slaughter doesn't need these; I only need her."

"Even if she weren't dead, you're still being ridiculous! You were born a divine child and later became a high-ranking god. You should have the world in your heart and benefit all living beings. How can you entrust all your desires to a little demon?"

“I hope you will have desire for all living beings, and not just for one demon.”

"She is clearly your tribulation. You have already become a god, so why can't you let go?"

Wen Xichun gripped the sword in her hand, smiled sadly, and said, "How can you talk about letting go if you never possessed it?"

At this moment, the Goddess of Xiling finally realized that the little demon named Ye Qingzhou had long become an unforgettable obsession in Wen Xichun's eyes.

Perhaps Wen Xichun didn't really love Ye Qingzhou, but she had developed too many feelings of resentment towards him.

This is exactly what Wen Xichun cannot accept.

If Ye Qingzhou hadn't died, Wen Xichun's resentment could have been fully expressed, and she probably wouldn't have been so insistent on asking, "Do you have any regrets?"

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life.

"Since she is the embodiment of your desires, it means you are not incapable of generating and pursuing desires. Chun'er, for the sake of the Mother Goddess, could you try to have desires for others?"

The embrace of the Goddess of Xiling was warm, something Wenxichun, huddled in the dilapidated temple, longed for.

Wenxi Chunhui embraced the Goddess of Xiling, as if repaying her younger, more withdrawn self.

I will give it a try.

"Can you rest and recover first?"

Wen Xichun did not answer, but continued carving the sacred wood in his hands. After a long while, he finally said, "Okay."

The Goddess of Xiling glanced at it casually and exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you carving a little dog?"

Wen Xichun gripped the wooden carving in her hand tightly, pursing her lips.

"Is it a kitten? It's quite cute."

"Red panda." Wen Xichun repeated, "Red panda."

Seeing Wen Xichun's anxious expression, the Goddess of Xiling immediately realized that her only son was reminiscing about her past when he saw the object.

"If you really like these little animals, you can go to the lower realm and find one to be your spirit pet..."

"No!" Wen Xichun hugged the wooden panda sculpture to her chest. "I only want this one."

Seeing Wenxi Chun's intense reaction, the Goddess of Xiling could not say anything more, but she had already made up her mind to ask the God King to treat Chun'er.

After the Goddess of Xiling left, Wen Xichun mixed her own blood essence into the paint and used it to color the wooden carving, muttering to herself, "After drinking my blood, you can no longer pretend to be asleep."

After a short while, the two eyes of the wooden carving moved. "Wen Xichun, you just can't bear to part with me."

Wen Xichun was startled. She released her divine sense and looked around, but found no fluctuations of divine power.

Therefore, there was no deity deliberately casting a spell to play tricks on them; the wood carving was genuinely speaking.

You look so weak!

This is the second sentence in the wood carving.

The woman's face, reflected in those black and white crystal eyes, was haggard, pale, and disheveled; she appeared to be in very poor condition.

"It seems like I've become your dark moonlight!"

This was the third sentence from the wood carving. Wen Xichun had no time to think about what Black Moonlight meant, and simply said, "You're not quite dead yet?"

"No, no, no! Being loved by you is a sin, and I can only atone for it with my death."

Wen Xichun's furrowed brows slowly relaxed. Very good, he still speaks with that same sassy tone. It's definitely Ye Qingzhou.

Do you have any regrets?

The wooden panda sculpture, which could only move its eyes, suddenly moved. It stretched out its two little paws to push Wen Xichun's chest and used the recoil to jump out of Wen Xichun's embrace.

Standing on the temple ground with its two little hind paws and its two little front paws on its hips, it rolled its eyes at Wen Xichun and said, "Hmph! I don't regret it at all."

Wen Xichun laughed, "I should have known that someone as narcissistic and selfish as you would never admit to being wrong."

Ye Qingzhou tilted her head innocently and asked, "What did I do wrong?"

He thought to himself, "This 'Floating Life Joy' is actually quite useful, as it has allowed me to reach the end of the river of time. But why is Wenxi Chun treating me so specially?"

Although I am incredibly charming and have countless strengths, what exactly is the reason that makes her both love and hate me?

I wonder when this dream will end? And whether I'll ever dream of this place again? I'd better take this opportunity to ask all the questions I need to know.

"You've made too many mistakes, too many to count."

[...Damn it, we couldn't get a single piece of information out of them!]

"It doesn't matter if you don't know where you went wrong; your punishment will not change because of that."

Ye Qingzhou's eyes widened. "You can't even point out my mistakes and you still have the nerve to punish me? How can this be? I protest!"

Wen Xichun grabbed Ye Qingzhou's large tail and lifted her upside down, saying, "Protest denied."

Inside the majestic temple, an indifferent red-robed deity held a mischievous wooden puppet.

The puppet kicked and punched, but it couldn't break free from the god's embrace.

Ye Qingzhou realized that there was a huge disparity in strength between the two, so she resorted to psychological warfare, deliberately provoking Wen Xichun, "Do you know what you look like right now?"

Wen Xichun said calmly, "What do you want to say?"

"You're right now like a crazy villain who's driven by love turned to hate and is forcibly taking advantage of the protagonist. You're destined to die a horrible death."

Wen Xichun wasn't angry; instead, she gave a mocking smile. "Besides storybooks, what else is in your head?"

"And you."

Wen Xichun suddenly raised her hand and lifted Ye Qingzhou into the air.

"Wen Xichun, what are you doing?"

The god pointed with his index finger, and many pits appeared outside the temple.

Ye Qingzhou's heart pounded, and she swallowed non-existent saliva. "Why did you have to tear the house down for no reason?"

"Four thousand pits, one pit takes a year to complete."

The gods' words became law. Ye Qingzhou looked at the huge pits around him, so high that he couldn't jump out, and cursed, "Wen Xichun, you freak!"

"Someone like you, who never utters a word of truth, is best suited to be buried alive."