She became a god

Wenxi Chun has been in the Lotus Secret Realm for seven days.

In those seven days, she didn't see a single lotus flower.

I haven't encountered a single fellow Daoist.

She had to admit that she wasn't very lucky and had very little connection with most of the monks.

But... why should I?

Why is she so unlucky?

Why should she be trapped in old dreams?

Why is it that Ye Qingzhou has long forgotten her, yet she still tosses and turns at night because of him?

God, this is so unfair!

Why... why did she have to endure so many unfair things?

Emotions such as resentment, anger, and hatred are like fruit pits buried deep in the earth; given the opportunity, they will inevitably sprout.

Those long-suppressed emotions, intertwined with this carefully designed tribulation of love by the gods, and eventually evolved into a "mortal tribulation".

The tribulations of the mortal world include tribulations of love, but they are by no means the only tribulations of love.

The proud Wen Xichun never cared about those emotions before, and she doesn't now.

She firmly believed that as long as she took the "Eternal Lotus Heart," these uncomfortable emotions would completely disappear.

With this belief, Wenxi Chun walked and stopped for seven days, and finally saw a lotus pond and Nuwa beside it.

Nuwa scrutinized Wen Xichun with a wary expression. After a moment, she sneered, "So it was all because of you!"

Wen Xichun was baffled. She drew her sword and shouted, "Let's fight!"

Nuwa said, word by word, "I want you dead!"

This woman must die!

A woman who can manipulate the resentment within her through emotions must die!

She, Nuwa, will absolutely not allow any living being to obstruct her path!

The next moment, the sound of swords rang out through the sky, and the cold blade was aimed directly at Nuwa's throat.

Nuwa transformed into a wisp of green smoke, dodging the attack, and drifted behind Wenxi Spring.

Wen Xichun drew his sword and slashed behind him, but Nuwa scoffed, "Quick reaction...what a pity..."

Wen Xichun didn't bother to analyze the deeper meaning of her words, and continued to draw her sword.

As long as she has a sword in her hand, all demons and monsters are nothing but illusions.

Unsurprisingly, this move also missed its target.

Wen Xichun was not disappointed, as Nuwa's cultivation was a whole realm higher than his own.

Although sword cultivators excel at challenging opponents of higher levels, Nuwa's techniques are unpredictable and can completely suppress the sword cultivator's unstoppable momentum.

If she could injure Nuwa with her second move, then there would be something fishy going on.

Before they knew it, they had exchanged hundreds of moves.

Wenxi Chun usually made the moves, while Nuxi mainly focused on dodging.

This is strange.

Wen Xichun recalled that Nuwa had once said she wanted him dead, so it was impossible for the other party to deliberately let him go.

There are only two possibilities: either Nuwa doesn't have a viable offensive technique to use.

Secondly, Nuwa planned to use a deadly move to kill herself.

Wen Xichun is more inclined to believe the second possibility.

She was on high alert, but after several dozen moves, Nuwa suddenly flew away.

Weird!

Weird!

Today, Nuwa's every word and action is strange. What exactly does Nuwa want to do?

A moment later, Wen Xichun set up a sword formation and flew towards the depths of the lotus pond.

To prevent any omissions, Wen Xichun spent three days carefully checking each lotus flower, but she couldn't find the "Eternal Lotus Heart".

Could it be hiding at the very bottom of the pond?

Wen Xichun had a sudden thought, and with a swing of his sword, he swept up all the creatures in the pond.

In an instant, water flowed upwards, flowers fell in all directions, and mud and sand filled the sky.

Wen Xichun used his divine sense to distinguish these things one by one, trying to find the ten-thousand-year-old lotus heart among them.

But she was really unlucky; the Eternal Lotus Heart was not in this pond.

Despite all that effort, they still couldn't find the treasure they were looking for.

Wen Xichun couldn't help but feel a little irritable. The resentment, anger, and hatred that she had forced herself to ignore a few days ago surged up in her heart again.

Why...why is she so unlucky?

Why does she not receive any reward despite her efforts?

This is not fair!

Resentment gradually eroded Wen Xichun's heart, and she faintly heard the sound of folk songs in her ears.

The folk song is called "Song of Lament":

The sky leaks red rain and weeps, the earth cracks and stretches out withered arms.

The well demon stole my clothes, and instead cursed me with the crow's wrath!

The reflection in the mirror escapes; is it the moon that steals its body?

I moved through the mountains at midnight, only to find myself lost on the path.

A moon eclipse makes the toad lazy, and decaying grass turns green with sarcasm.

No matter how many mistakes I made, they were not my fault; I boasted of being a flawless gem!

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I tossed and turned all night, unable to fall asleep, and suddenly thought of Zhouzhou in my sleep.

I used the Six Lines divination method to ask if Zhouzhou was happy.

The divination result, however, indicated that despair was crushing hope; she was experiencing a spiritual winter, and happiness was a luxury for her.

The story I haven't written is gnawing at her soul; she senses my "abandonment."

But... how could I abandon Zhouzhou?

If I wanted to abandon the book, I would have ended it when it failed at the first attempt of 100,000 words, instead of writing it until it was nearly 800,000 words.

Besides, how could I bear to see Zhouzhou unhappy?

Zhouzhou must be happy!

I documented her story to help her grasp happiness, not to watch her suffer.

Zhouzhou, you are the biggest surprise in my writing.

You and I have never been a creator god and a creature, but a priest and a deity.

You are my god, and I am your believer.

I believe that somewhere in the universe, there once existed a world called Miaoti Si.

I am merely a mortal from another world who has been fortunate enough to glimpse some of your temporal and spatial trajectories.

I never created your story or wrote your destiny!

Instead, you find a way to transcend yourself in countless parallel timelines!

I can see it sometimes, and I can't see it sometimes.

If the hexagram's predictions are true, perhaps my observation and record will give you strength at some point when time and space intersect!

It turns out that the power of a believer's vows can reach you even across the vast universe.

My dearest Zhouzhou, I will try my best to see more of your destiny, to see further, and to see the happiest path in your life!

The historian has his own selfish motives, and so do I; all I want is to see you embrace a stable and happy life.