She became a god

Have you ever seen all twelve moons appear at the same time?

The moon has twelve phases: new moon, second crescent moon, first quarter moon, waxing gibbous moon, full moon, waning gibbous moon, last quarter moon, waning crescent moon, blue moon, black moon, supermoon, and blood moon.

There can only be one moon in the sky.

The moon has only one shape each day.

But Wen Xichun saw twelve moons!

The twelve moons rapidly changed shape, appearing in all twelve phases and transforming into one another.

Wen Xichun frowned; she had never seen such a spectacle before!

She was certain that no one else in the world had ever seen such a spectacle!

She looked down and found that her lower body was submerged in mud.

But before the December spectacle, she was clearly on the shore holding a sword.

sword?

She also has a sword!

With the sword in hand, how many people in the world could stop her?

But when Wen Xichun's gaze fell on her hand, she discovered—the sword was gone!

How could a swordsman ever let go of his sword?

If a swordsman loses her sword without realizing it, then she is not far from death.

So, where did her sword go?

Who took her sword?

When did the sword leave her?

However, Wen Xichun didn't have time to think about all that.

Because the swamp began to move—the water that she had once guided into the sky with her sword began to flow downwards.

The water level in the pool was rising, but the silt had risen from Wenxi Chun's abdomen to her chest.

Water is light and mud is heavy.

Logically speaking, Wen Xichun's chest should have been covered in water, not mud.

Unless, she's sinking...

But... if a person in the water doesn't struggle, they should float to the surface.

Why did she sink?

The silt is still rising at an alarming rate!

When the silt reached Wenxi Chun's chin, it stopped rising.

At this moment, Wen Xichun faintly heard a clear and melodious female voice chanting:

"The moon has twelve phases, and friends gather for three or five cups."

Eight or nine stars, eight or nine shadows, ordinary alleys and lanes, ordinary wine.

Life is a hundred flavors, cooked in a hundred ways; a year's rise and fall, all swept away with a smile.

Don't ask about the waxing and waning of the moon, don't ask about separation; in this world, gatherings and partings are each in their own way.

The voice was familiar, but it was definitely not the same voice I had heard before the full bloom of December.

One is filled with resentment, the other with the sounds of forests and springs.

The next moment, that resentful female voice reappeared in Wen Xichun's ears.

"Damn it, you've ruined my plans again! One day, I'll..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, she let out a shrill scream.

"Aaaaaah! My hair!"

The woman's voice was filled with even more resentment, as if she were carrying immense malice. She laughed wickedly, "Since you care so much about Buzhitao, I'll kill her and break your heart!"

Wen Xichun was stunned. Although she guessed that she was in danger because she had been tricked.

Little did she know that others had plotted against her and killed her all to hurt another woman.

But... that person is likely to be disappointed.

How could anyone in this world possibly be sad for her?

How could anyone possibly care about her life or death?

How can someone whose parents are unknown, who has no teacher or friends, possibly receive genuine care from others?

At that moment, a soft sigh reached Wen Xichun's ears.

"Nuxi, I don't want to kill you today, don't force me."

It was Nuwa!

Nuwa's retreat earlier was indeed a trap!

But why did Nuwa choose this time and use such a special method to deal with her?

Even now, Wen Xichun is still unable to determine what methods Nu Xi used.

Perhaps it's a formation?

But it doesn't seem like it...

The formation could not possibly strip her of her weapon or render her unaware.

If it's not a formation, then what is it?

Illusion?

However, Wen Xichun considered himself extremely cautious and resolute, and it was impossible for him to have fallen under an illusion without realizing it.

Wen Xichun's mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but all of this was just a fleeting thought.

Nuwa's voice rang in my ears again, filled with deep resentment!

"So you really care about her life!"

The clear, melodious female voice said, "All things have a spirit, and I don't want to see any life disappear for no reason."

Nuwa asked, "If I were the one dying today, would you still save me?"

Wen Xichun thought that Nuxi seemed to care a great deal about the thoughts of that clear and melodious female voice.

However, Wen Xichun was also curious about the answer from the clear and melodious female voice.

I'm even more curious why the clear-voiced woman would meddle in other people's business and come to her rescue?

The clear, melodious female voice said calmly, "Yes. I don't want any fellow Daoist to die in this secret realm."

"why?"

Not only was Nu Xi puzzled, but Wen Xichun was also puzzled.

When did such a kind-hearted woman emerge in this vast land of China?

A clear, melodious female voice laughed, "I hope every fellow Daoist can leave the Lotus Secret Realm alive and congratulate me."

What's there to be happy about?

Unless she is...

The moment that conjecture popped into her mind, Wen Xichun felt as if she had a hawthorn in her mouth.

The bright red coat looks very festive.

But it tastes slightly sour.

When Wen Xichun was 11 years old, he ate a whole tree of hawthorns just to fill his stomach.

Towards the end, my tongue felt astringent and the sourness made my teeth ache.

At this moment, Wen Xichun seemed to have returned to that moment.

Nuwa's voice completely transported Wen Xichun back to that rainy night when she was 11 years old.

"Ye Qingzhou! Is being with Feng Hui really that happy for you?"

It's her! It really is her!

Ye Qingzhou said, "What reason do I have not to be happy?"

"You're already lucky enough!"

"Wouldn't it be better to be happier?"

"No!" Nuxi exclaimed, "No good at all!"

She still spoke with a lot of resentment, but this time she even had a childlike sense of grievance in her voice!

"Ye Qingzhou! I will not allow you to be happy!"

Ye Qingzhou smiled.

After a long while, Wen Xichun heard Ye Qingzhou's voice again, "It's time to end this!"

Then she noticed that the silt was receding!

Retreat at breakneck speed!

Wen Xichun looked down at the mud that had receded to her abdomen and clearly saw—a sword!

It was an ordinary-looking sword!

That was the sword she was used to using!

The sword was back in her hand!

Do not!

Perhaps the sword never left her hand!

She just didn't realize that!

Wen Xichun leaped forward, simultaneously unleashing a sword strike.

The sword's light was cold and clear, and wherever it went, everything became bright and clear.

Wen Xichun saw the moon in the sky amidst the sword light.

There is only one moon in the sky!

The moon has only one form!

The precious sword is returned to its sheath.

When Wen Xichun opened her eyes again, she found that everything in front of her had returned to the way she knew it.

There were just two more women.

Nuwa didn't even glance at her, but stared intently at the woman standing on the lotus platform in the air.

His eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Why do you always have to ruin my plans?!

Ye Qingzhou glanced at Nuxi indifferently, "Your resentment is about to burst out."

It seemed like a warning, yet also like concern.

Nuwa suddenly smiled smugly, "Ye Qingzhou, so even you can misjudge people!"

Wen Xichun was completely baffled. She glanced at Nuxi and found that Nuxi was looking at her.

He looked at her with an expression that was the complete opposite of friendly.

This gave Wen Xichun a bad feeling.

The next moment, this bad feeling came true.

"I'm not the only one who can't suppress my resentment; there's also this Buzhitao!"

Ye Qingzhou mentioned resentment many times in his conversation with Nuxi, and Nuxi's voice was always full of sorrow.

Did Nuwa use resentment as a trigger to attack her opponent?

As Wen Xichun was pondering the connection, suddenly—she noticed a gaze.

That was Ye Qingzhou's gaze, carrying a hint of pity and regret.

That glance was fleeting.

"Nuxi, do you really have to kill someone in the Lotus Secret Realm?"

"Yes."

Nuwa answered without hesitation, her gaze towards Ye Qingzhou filled with deep apprehension and resentment.

"it is good."

This "good" left the other two people present stunned.

Nuxi quickly realized what was going on and muttered reproachfully, "If you could agree, why couldn't you have agreed sooner?"

She spoke very softly and gently, but her gaze toward Wen Xichun was bright and fierce.

At that moment, Wen Xichun understood.

When Nuwa revealed that she had used resentment to trap herself, she considered herself a completely dead person.

Only death can prevent her exclusive secret from being revealed.

The moment Ye Qingzhou said "okay," he chose Nuwa and gave up himself.

Wen Xichun knew that Ye Qingzhou had no obligation to choose her.

But if you can't always firmly choose yourself, why choose yourself in the first place?

The bitterness in her chest almost overwhelmed Wen Xichun, and her hand holding the sword trembled for the first time.

Nuwa rarely showed a smile. She grinned and lunged at Wenxi Chun, but a leaf blocked her way.

She turned around and angrily shouted, "Ye Qingzhou, are you trying to go back on your word?"

Ye Qingzhou said, "It's your business to kill people, and it's my business to save people."

Nuwa was indignant. "So you really do care about her!"

"Ah."

Wen Xichun was startled. She looked up, trying to see Ye Qingzhou's expression.

But they found that Ye Qingzhou's face was expressionless.

It was as if rescuing her was just a spur-of-the-moment thing to do.