After the ninety-nine and eighty-one strokes of whipping were over, Jiang Mianmian staggered to her feet, wiped away the golden blood on her lips, walked towards her hope step by step, stepped over the snake eggs and stepped off the whipping stage.
It was separated from her, but it was enough for her to know that it was alive.
Passing by her father, mother, brother, every clan member, and every breeze from the divine world, she walked into the prison that belonged to her. The prison closed her and her heart.
For the next three hundred years, Jiang Mianmian was punished with ninety-nine lashes every day in order to atone for his sins from his subjects in the God Realm.
What she looks forward to most every day is walking up the steps of the Whip God Platform with bare feet. She can always step on the snake eggs accurately and transmit a little bit of the magical power she accumulated that day to her child. Thanks to her efforts, the snake egg always sprouted with vitality, and there was always a smile on her lips.
Her cultivation has never improved. She has gone from youth to old age in three hundred years, and has gone through thousands of whippings.
She climbed onto the whip platform for the last time.
The first time I fell down, I never got up again. Her face was pressed against the snake egg, smeared with golden blood. She seemed to hear "Mother".
She rolled her eyelids and her mind fell from the sky. A chubby doll ran towards her and bumped into her arms.
Intention: Love is both giving and receiving.