She became a god

For some reason, Ye Qingzhou felt that the words did not come from her mouth, but from the residual will of this divine body.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she felt a wave of fear wash over her.

If Zhao Ji truly has any lingering thoughts, then the one who is now occupying Zhao Ji's divine body would not be able to atone for her sins even if she were to die ten thousand times!

The power of the gods is so terrifying that cultivators like Ye Qingzhou are not even ants in His eyes.

How could a noble and powerful god allow ants to manipulate His divine body?

Where exactly is the spirit of Zhao Ji?

Ye Qingzhou's head ached from thinking, and she didn't want to make things difficult for herself anymore.

Just as she was about to return to her clone, Narcissus, she noticed a ball of energy clinging to her feet, with a faint calling voice coming from it.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for triggering the summons of the Lost Divine Power's Follower. You have received a reward of 150 points, for a total of 200 points.]

A call from believers?

Why didn't the Qinghe Divine Sacrifice trigger before?

Ye Qingzhou looked at the human who had summoned the god with a puzzled expression.

It was a woman, a human being whose face was unremarkable and who left no lasting impression.

No one knows where she picked a bunch of flowers that looked like chives or daffodils, placed them on the altar, performed strange rituals, and sang songs with odd pronunciations.

In the quiet night, the crowds had long since dispersed.

On the high platform, only the woman's low chanting could be heard.

Ye Qingzhou chose to exchange 5 points to check the bouquet's information. [Host, this flower has an ovoid bulb, flat and long leaves, and a dark green color. The flowers are pink, with pale purplish-red bracts. The flower shape resembles a daffodil, and it has six stamens with T-shaped anthers. According to the information, this flower should be a rain flower, a weather indicator plant. It always blooms before storms arrive, seemingly able to predict climate changes and forecasting rainy weather.]

The Wind and Rain Flower, the Goddess of Wind and Rain, Zhao Ji.

The gods of ancient Greece each had their own sacred flower.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the goddess of wind and rain, Zhao Ji, regarded the wind and rain flower as her sacred flower.

The chanting stopped, but the woman was not impatient. She possessed an indescribable, aloof quality, like a still stream deep in the mountains, or a lotus waiting to bloom on a snow-capped peak.

With just one glance, Ye Qingzhou knew that she was Wen Xichun.

The last time I saw Wen Xichun, she didn't seem to have this face.

Which one is her real face?

Or perhaps she possessed another person, which is even more unlikely.

“My faithful believer, please state your wish.”

"By the grace of Lady Zhaoji, I am a descendant of the first high priest of the Zhaoji Temple, and I have long admired your illustrious name."

"Tonight, I sing ancient sacred songs and worship devoutly, asking only that you grant my small wish: Who am I?"

"Who am I?" This is a question that seems ridiculous but is actually thought-provoking.

In the eyes of ordinary people, "I" is a being constructed by region, race, place of origin, gender, bloodline, marriage and master-disciple relationship.

But if we set aside these already established labels, who am I?

Even Ye Qingzhou couldn't guarantee a completely correct answer to such a profound question.

Fortunately, considering Wen Xichun's own life story, the question she asked, "Who am I?", was most likely a question about her background.

[Ding! The storyline "It's Said That Springtime in Shuangxi is Still Beautiful" requires 100 points to unlock. Please choose whether to deduct points.]

"Even Lady Zhaoji's memories only cost 50 points, and you dare to ask for 100 points for this?"

[Dear, a friendly reminder: the memories of Goddess Zhaoji that you obtained are only a part related to the Yuya Secret Realm. In the long divine life of Goddess Zhaoji, they are not even a drop in the ocean.]

Seemingly feeling it wasn't hurtful enough, 011 added another sentence.

Even if you complete all the strategy missions, special missions, and hidden missions, the points you earn will likely only be enough to redeem one ten-thousandth of Lady Zhaoji's memories. And, dear friend, even if you wanted to redeem more, the system's inventory is empty!

Having obtained the information he wanted, Ye Qingzhou feigned displeasure and said, "Go ahead and deduct it!"

[Host, there is too much data; loading is in progress. We suggest you select the most important information to communicate with your followers.]

Ye Qingzhou used his ability to skim through ten lines during open-book final exams in college to select some important replies for Wen Xichun.

“Your mother is the Goddess of the Western Ridge, and your father is the Lord of the Eastern Border.”

"Heaven and earth are separate, sun and moon are separate. Earth evolves into mountains and rivers, sky gives birth to wind, rain, thunder and lightning, sun and moon have light and darkness, gods are born and give back to heaven and earth."

"The gods each perform their duties, and procreate. The power of the divine children is not as great as that of their mothers, and they must face the great calamities of heaven and earth, and endure many lifetimes of hardship before they can achieve perfection."

"You are the offspring of a god and a cultivator, a demigod. Countless trials and tribulations await you ahead."

"You will walk this arduous and perilous path to godhood under the watchful gaze of the Mother Goddess, and in the name of Zhu Yan, become the God of War."

After saying that, Ye Qingzhou was shocked; the words sounded all too familiar.

"In the name of Zhu Yan, she is the god of war." Isn't that exactly the synopsis of her beloved, romance-free female protagonist novel, "The Legend of Zhu Yan"?

"The Legend of Zhu Yan" tells the story of the ancient mythical beast Zhu Yan's path to godhood. The story begins with the female protagonist, who was killed by her husband to prove her immortality, being reborn as Zhu Yan, starting the gears of fate and embarking on the path to godhood.

By the way, what was the female lead's name in her previous life?

Ye Qingzhou racked his brains and finally remembered the description in the original text of "The Biography of Zhu Yan".

"She really likes the name, Zhu Yan, a name composed of the most vibrant colors and the most intense emotions."

Her life should have been so flamboyant, instead of being as taciturn as in her previous life, living amidst slander and gossip, and finally dying at the hands of her so-called Daoist partner at the age of 55.

Zhu Yan thought, "From now on, I will never be soft-hearted again, never be bewitched by Lu Jin'an's gentle and kind face again, and never crave what doesn't belong to me, lest I be driven to my death again."

With such determination, Zhu Yan slays gods and Buddhas alike on his path of revenge, seeking only the Great Dao and not love.

“I will pull out all the tongues that only spread rumors; they serve no purpose in the world.”

"As soon as I appear among the people, war breaks out and never ends."

"I don't need to have murderous intent, because I am the embodiment of killing."

Many years later, Zhu Yan said something like that.

"Without friends, there are no enemies, and there is no self."

"Where my sword leads, that is my heart."

"War is never about winning or losing, but about living."

Zhu Yan is Ye Qingzhou's favorite novel character. She had guessed that Zhu Yan had a tragic past, but she never knew that the Zhu Yan of the past had a very gentle name: Wen Xichun.

I've heard that spring is still beautiful at Shuangxi, and I'm planning to take a light boat there.

Even though many people say that Wen Xichun is cold-blooded and ruthless, Ye Qingzhou always felt that she had her own gentleness, it's just that others couldn't see it.

At this moment, her Zhu Yan was not yet Zhu Yan, but merely a young girl questioning the gods.

It turns out that Zhu Yan was just as vivid before he became Zhu Yan.