At the bronze table in the Spirit Void Realm, the final act of the Fate Jester has yet to end.
When Chen Ling picks up the robe soaked in his brother’s blood from the Abyss of Ghostly Laughter, time and space beneath the Scarlet Throne suddenly split apart. The charcoal fire for brewing tea in the Ming Dynasty still burns, while the Spirit Void Lord’s chessboard already stretches across the sky.
“They say an actor is always just a puppet…”
He smiles, brushing the cinnabar between his brows. Behind him, countless calamities kneel like a surging tide.
“But who will carry on the script of this world’s destruction?”
The Yellow Dusk Society’s tattered scrolls rustle as they turn. The final actor’s wail pierces three hundred years of blood mist, while Han Meng’s gun and Jian Changsheng’s cursed blade both point toward the end of the abyss.
And the dissipating fragments of Chen Yan’s soul burn in his palm, forging the final paradoxical choice:
Will he be an actor who slays gods, or become something more insane than calamity itself: the
God of Drama?
(A fanfiction based on God of Drama, written by a reader who’s become obsessed waiting for Sanjiu to update. It picks up from Chapter 1480, “When Kings Meet.”)
Although this one written in big letters is a fanfic, it is not the same as Sanjiu (crossed out) Erjiu, but it is very beautiful and the description is very exciting. I guarantee Sanjiu's life, and I will definitely not lose money after reading it [Chigua]