Ashen Theater Core: Mending Souls Along the Threads of Fate

Only when Chen Ling, an intern television director, dug his own heart out of a coffin did he realize that this world was nothing but a corrupted ghost opera.

Twenty-seven Nuo masks inside him drank human blood and shouted, “I want a refund!”

Nine bronze coffins stood by the graves, each bearing the birth details of his younger brother Chen Yan, whose heart had been cut out.

And the ashen core of the Theater God Path, worshipped for a thousand years, was actually a living coffin fed by the souls of the closest kin on the God of War Path.

Chen Ling tore open his burial shroud, and a bloody tattoo crawled up his collarbone:

“Mess up the performance and you’ll be reduced to ashes. Do it right… and I’ll tear down this man-eating stage!”

Life and death reversed, fate’s threads woven through souls. If this performance of Devouring Heaven cannot be sung to its end, then he’ll burn the mortal world for lamp oil.