Su Wuwei patted Withering on the shoulder and gazed down at the Present World.
"If you had to fight a Deity, what do you think your odds would be?"
Withering sneered. "Three to seven. They count to three, and I get split into seven pieces."
Su Wuwei glanced at him. He certainly knew his limits.
"But if you had no choice but to fight, would you think your current strength was enough?"
Withering chuckled coldly, folded his arms, and told the truth.
"Enough. Enough to find myself a grave."
Su Wuwei looked at him again. Who had he learned that slang from? Was that a graveyard joke?
Then shouldn't he tell it at the River of Forgetfulness?
Speaking of the River of Forgetfulness...
These fellows probably weren't interested in the River of Forgetfulness. Hopefully, they wouldn't take an interest in that place.
[Thought-Madness] suddenly spoke. "Let's skip the subject of Deities. Just hearing about it feels heavy. I want to see this River of Forgetfulness you keep mentioning."
He just had to bring up the wrong subject. The roof leaks, and only then do you notice the rain; your shoes wear out, and only then do you think to run.
Su Wuwei shrugged very reluctantly. "Obviously, I don't want to take you there."
"Why?"
"Why?" Su Wuwei repeated, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"If I take you into the River of Forgetfulness today, word will spread tomorrow that Hold Up the Heavens has betrayed everyone. I'd have to be insane to let you into the River of Forgetfulness.
"But if you insist on going in, there's a way. Kill yourselves. It's the resting place of the dead. Once you're dead, you can get in."
And become materials for repairing the bridge.
[Thought-Madness] held down his wine flask. "But I