After Dying for Him, I Survived the Tribulation and Became a God

On the day the Demon Venerable got married, I blew myself to pieces.

The embers of my core burned through half his wedding hall and finally scorched away the centuries-old delusion I had clung to.

At first, he was only a little white dog I picked up.

He said he wanted to marry me, so I followed him into the demon realm.

He wanted the immortal herb I'd spent five hundred years nurturing to heal his wounds, so I gave it to him. He wanted half my demonic blood to keep him alive, so I gave that too. Until the news of the Demon Venerable's wedding spread across the demon realm. It turned out he'd already been promised to someone else, and I wasn't even worthy of the title of consort.

He personally had me placed in a prison for criminals, where I remained for twenty-nine years and three days.

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Five hundred years later, divine light appeared once more at the Guixu, and a goddess descended into the world.

He crippled his cultivation and extracted his demon bones to come see me. He prostrated himself at every step, kneeling all the way up the stairway to the heavens, his blood staining a thousand tiers of jade steps.

Surrounded by the gathered immortals, I looked down at him and smiled faintly:

"Wen Yuan, guess what I regretted most when I destroyed my primordial spirit back then?"

"Meeting you, or not blowing your primordial spirit to pieces along with mine?"

Later, he knelt in the snow and heard that I was reading marriage registers from across the Three Realms to choose a divine consort.

Only then did he finally understand: the goddess loves all living beings, and there was no longer any place for him among them.

Theme: Once you have a goal, pursue it without wavering.