Everyone thought I had been cast down to the mortal realm for breaking the laws of heaven. They whispered that I was unworthy of the exalted title of High God.
No one knew the truth.
Three hundred years ago, my beloved's primordial spirit shattered, and his soul vanished. Heaven could not kill him, so it destroyed him. I chose to defy the entire Celestial Court.
The gods were enraged. They punished me with heavenly lightning, sentencing me to eight lifetimes of reincarnation and ordering me to gather the bitterest tears of the mortal world. Only after collecting all eight tears could I become a god, and only then could I find the fragments of his soul scattered across heaven and earth.
Seven lifetimes as a mortal, seven heartbreaks. In my final life, I searched everywhere for a tear, but could not find one. At last, I stood on the Executioner's Terrace, ready to join him.
But then I saw him smile and ask, “Do you regret it?”
I wept. “Never!”
The final tear, it turned out, was a tear of grief...
I wiped away my last tear and drew the Godslaying Sword. “Out of my way. I'm taking my husband home today.”
