She became a god

Is this what life is like after ascending to the throne of a god?

Ye Qingzhou's heart stirred.

The voice continued its seductive plea, "If you make a wish to me, all of this will be yours. Among billions of living beings, you alone have this opportunity. Are you truly not tempted?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled sweetly, "Thank you."

The voice paused, as if it hadn't expected Ye Qingzhou to say thank you first, or as if it was waiting for Ye Qingzhou to continue.

"Thank you for showing me a glimpse of my future."

That's well said, so what?

For a long time, Ye Qingzhou remained silent.

The voice urged, "Why haven't you made a wish yet? You're clearly tempted, so why don't you make a wish to me? I can grant all your desires."

"Making a wish is about wanting what you can't have, but I can have all of these things you've mentioned; it's just a matter of time. I can get what I want on my own, so why should I ask you?"

Ye Qingzhou's words thoroughly enraged the ghost, "You foolish little demon, you deserve to die!"

As the ghost's hoarse and unpleasant rebuke echoed, the world around Ye Qingzhou immediately underwent a dramatic transformation.

It felt soft, like the texture of severed limbs beneath my feet.

It was sticky; it was fresh, warm blood flowing down from his head.

Blood was everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground. The so-called lakeside was not a lake at all, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Ye Qingzhou saw familiar Tiger Clan fellow Daoists, as well as unfamiliar Iron-Eating Beast Clan fellow Daoists whose identities were easy to guess, and countless fellow Daoists from other races whom he had never met before.

They were all exceptionally talented individuals, yet they could only fall here, with no future ahead of them.

Now, even in death they cannot find peace, transformed into monstrous puppets, dragging their mutilated corpses, as they all pounce on Ye Qingzhou.

Ye Qingzhou dared not think too much, and wielded the Thousand Autumns Ruler to carve out a path for himself.

Whether it was because the Thousand Autumns Ruler was too useful or because he was really lucky, Ye Qingzhou felt nothing unusual except for the heart-wrenching sound in his ears.

After a long while, Ye Qingzhou finally left that bizarre and bloody world.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, where have you been enjoying yourself? Your little demon and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Ye Qingzhou said sincerely, "I'm going to die."

"Huh?" Long Yi's face was full of question marks.

Seeing this, Ye Qingzhou stopped teasing her. "I just encountered a ghost that kept pestering me to make a wish, and I almost couldn't come back."

"So how did you get back?"

Ye Qingzhou recounted the whole story to Long Yi and the others.

After listening, Long Yi gave a thumbs up, "Sister, you're amazing! A true woman cannot be corrupted by wealth and status! You are not swayed by external things!"

Ye Qingzhou smiled slightly, "I'm thinking..."

"What are you thinking, sister? It's really captivating when you stop talking halfway through a sentence. I'm so curious now."

"I'm thinking about the meaning of nursery rhymes."

The mountains are high, the waters are deep, the road is long, the fish swim, and they have entered the sky.

The mountains are low, the water is shallow, the road is narrow, the fish fly, and they end up on the table.

After listening, Long Yi said, "Actually, I also think this nursery rhyme is very strange. According to common sense, if the mountains are high, the water is deep, and the road is long, it would be difficult for fish to fly into the sky, let alone swim into the sky. The next part is even stranger: if the mountains are low, the water is shallow, and the road is narrow, then the fish should be able to fly into the sky easily, but instead they ended up on the table."

Ye Qingzhou smiled and said, "I feel that this mountain, this water, this road is neither a mountain, nor water, nor a road, and this fish is not a fish."

Long Yi waved his hand, interrupting Ye Qingzhou, "Stop with the riddles, just say what you want to say."

"Fellow Daoist, may I take a look at the invitation in your hand?"

Although Long Yi was puzzled, he still gave it to him.