Pinned to his knees on the Execution Platform by heavenly soldiers, I heard Taibai Jinxing say he was going to erase my memories.
Trembling, I pulled out a battered die. “Listen, old man. You recite the laws of Heaven, and I’ll roll. Let’s bet on whether the Jade Emperor will kick you down to the mortal realm tonight.”
The die landed.
The Thunder God’s lightning struck and knocked Lao Jun’s alchemy furnace askew. The Matchmaker tied her red thread around the Thunder God’s and Lightning Goddess’s necks.
They called it “severing fate.” I just watched the show.
It wasn’t until Xing Tian loudly declared he was going to chop down the Jade Emperor, and the Judge turned around and shackled the Great Emperor Haotian, that I realized every “accident” rolled by this die was connected to the memory someone had erased: the memory of me personally killing the emperor.
My name is Cheng Du.
Anyone who dares erase my memories will be the one who dies most horribly in the ensuing chaos.
