Not Crossing the Burning Soul

That day, the sky at the mouth of the well was red, and everyone in the village died, leaving her alone. She squatted in the well and hid helplessly all night. When she climbed out, a bloody sun hung in the sky. A passing monk said that she was "a waste of bones and veins, with no hope of lifelong practice." She ignored him and followed the monk for three thousand miles. Many years later, when she stood on the top of the divine realm, she finally realized that there was someone behind her every step of the three thousand miles. She couldn't see him, but he guarded her for eight hundred years. ——"The day you became a god, I personally crossed out your name from the list of heaven." Now, she knows everything, but the price of becoming a god is forgetting.