She became a god

Am I her entire happiness?

No, no!

This must be Wen Xichun lying to him.

Wen Xichun may seem indifferent and lacking in desire, but in reality, she has dedicated her whole heart and soul to the Dao and the sword.

If one had to say what brings Wen Xichun happiness, it would surely be her Dao and her sword.

The idea that I can make her happy is nothing but self-deception.

It was an excuse she used to explain why she was so obsessed with me.

"Wenxi Chun, do you really understand happiness?"

"An'an, I am very happy when I am with you."

"Even without a sword, even without a chance to achieve the Great Dao, as long as I'm by your side, will you be happy?"

Wen Xichun suddenly bent down and leaned close, his hot breath falling on Ye Qingzhou's tender skin, making her dizzy.

"An'an, you're making things difficult for me again."

“Wenxi Chun, the one who has made things difficult for you has never been me, but yourself.”

"It is you who have endless desires for me."

"You are the one who cannot love me but insists on loving me."

"It's because you can't hate me and you can't forget me."

"It is your own shallow love for me that makes me yearn for you forever."

"You knowingly continued this relationship even though you knew it couldn't last."

"It is you who are greedy for pleasure and unwilling to let go of love."

Ye Qingzhou smiled sadly, "Wen Xichun, you always act like you love me deeply, but you can't even do that without hurting me."

"You say I am your everything, but if you lose the sword and the Dao, will you really be happy?"

"Why? Why do you always have to deceive yourself? Wen Xichun, tell me."

Wen Xichun reached out her hand, wanting to wipe away all her sorrowful and grief-stricken tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "An'an, don't be like this, it hurts me to see you like this."

Ye Qingzhou dodged that hand, that warm hand.

"Then tell me, why won't you let me go?"

She didn't understand. Even if they were in a certain time and space, and truly had deep feelings for each other, and loved and killed each other, one fell and the other became a god. They often complained about each other, yet they still swallowed each other's ashes to live together, and exhausted all their fate to have a dream. Why bother?

With tears in her eyes, Ye Qingzhou looked at Wen Xichun, or rather, Zhu Yan, the God of War from beyond the heavens who wielded the law of slaughter.

At first, Ye Qingzhou also thought that this was Wen Xichun before she became a god.

But how could Wen Xichun, who had not yet become a god, possibly admit to love?

Her happiness isn't just about me anymore.

Rather, her happiness only needs me.

She had divine honor, the power of laws, the favor of the God-King, and the love of the Mother Goddess.

The only thing she didn't get was me, her "lover" who didn't obey her.

I am not the only one she has, but the only one she can't have.

Half an hour passed, and Zhu Yan still kept his eyes down and remained silent.

The lake breeze was cool, and Ye Qingzhou's heart was even colder.

After doing so much, why can't I still make sense of things?

Ye Qingzhou did not believe that Wen Xichun's love for her was untainted by any personal desires.

What exactly drives her to cling to herself?

A gentle breeze blows, the bright moon rises over the mountains, and the cicadas continue their song.

Everything was running smoothly, except for the two women embracing each other, who seemed frozen in time.

Just when Ye Qingzhou's mind was in utter turmoil, Wen Xichun suddenly came to add to the chaos.

"My desire for you is insatiable."

Ye Qingzhou looked up and stared blankly at Wen Xichun. The seriousness and determination in the other person's eyes were unmistakable.

The kiss of desire almost overwhelmed Ye Qingzhou, and in his ear was Wen Xichun's murmur, "Mountains and seas can be moved, but desire is hard to quell. If possible, let us not meet."

Ye Qingzhou reminded him, "It was you who insisted on coming to see me."

Wen Xichun did not deny it, "I can't be rational with you."

"Is this your reason for killing me, my father, my mother, the entire panda clan, and Lu Mingze, among other beings? You can't act rationally, so how can you kill so many lives?"

"I am the one who has a grudge against you. I have already been killed by you. Why won't you let the innocent go?"

Wen Xichun takes pleasure in killing, but when Ye Qingzhou criticizes her, she discovers that she too can hesitate because of killing.

“If I kill you, they will seek revenge. I cannot leave myself in danger.”

Perhaps realizing that her words were a bit too harsh, Wen Xichun explained, "I have always been like this. In my previous life, I killed a third of the human population, and I almost wiped out the men. I have also killed countless beings in the other five realms. It's not that I'm deliberately targeting your family."

Ye Qingzhou was too lazy to listen to Wen Xichun listing the evidence. She drew the sword from Wen Xichun's waist and stabbed him without hesitation.

After the sword was thrust out, the surrounding environment collapsed rapidly.

Ye Qingzhou knew that this dream was about to end.

Wen Xichun asked in a mournful voice, "An'an, are you going to kill me again?"

"Yes. You owe me so many lives, if I don't kill you, my Dao heart will be damaged!"

Ye Qingzhou pushed the sword forward a little further, piercing Wen Xichun's body.

"No need for pretense. This is your dream. Even if I kill you hundreds of times, once you leave the dream, you will still be that high and mighty, all-powerful war god. But all my relatives and friends died because of you and will never come back to life."

“An’an, this is my dream, but I am also a living being with flesh and blood, and I also feel pain. Especially since this sword was offered to me by you.”

Ye Qingzhou sneered, "Haven't you always wanted me to sincerely apologize? Let me tell you, that's impossible."

"I have no regrets about killing you, only regrets about not being able to kill you completely. These are my true feelings, are you satisfied now?"

"If you're satisfied, then end this dream."

"After this dream, you will never see me again, and you will never have any inner demons to stop you again. Isn't this what you wanted?"

Wen Xichun said in a deep voice, "But An'an, I want to stay with you forever."

"You have your duties as a war god, and I have my own life path. Wen Xichun, stop disturbing others and yourself because of your selfish desires."

The surrounding environment had completely disappeared, leaving only Ye Qingzhou and Wen Xichun in a void and distorted space-time.

Where are there any more wounds on Wen Xichun's body?

As for the sword that Ye Qingzhou snatched and held in his hand, it was worn intact at Wen Xichun's waist.

The only one injured was Ye Qingzhou; her soul floated in an extremely faint form.

Wen Xichun stared coldly at her, at her faint soul that seemed on the verge of extinction.

"An'an, this is the price you pay for killing a god. Gods live as long as heaven and earth, shine as brightly as the sun and moon, and will never perish."

Ye Qingzhou smiled gently, "Wen Xichun, if you think about it carefully, I've already killed you twice. Do you think I can kill you a third time?"

Wen Xichun choked, finally swallowing the words she was about to say, "An'an, I begged the God King and asked the God of Reincarnation to send your relatives and friends to reincarnation. I don't owe you anything anymore."

She knew that even if she said these things, in the other person's eyes, she would still deserve to die.

If she is destined to be the one hated, then why should she make the other person feel comfortable?

Time and space collapsed, and the dream was over.

An'an, you must remember me for the rest of your life.

I hated you my whole life, and you hated me my whole life too.

I killed you twice, and you killed me twice.

If you could love me a little more, then we would truly be even.

But I know we can't be even, because I still have lingering desires for you.