Under the Throne of God, I Have a Thousand Faces

When the mask is put on, one becomes a god, but when it is broken, one becomes a human being. ——When I am shattered into thousands of faces, I will be the only true god. In District 9, which is flooded by neon lights and acid rain, technology is the new religion and plutocrats are living false gods. Chen Nianqing wanders on the boundary between life and death, carrying a silver box and collecting bones. He should have rotted in the sewer like a rusty screw until he opened the door to "Dayan". There is a place abandoned by gods where incense has faded and demons have stolen the country; This is a cyber wasteland where data is immortal and flesh and blood are weak. He took on a mortal body and used it to borrow divine will. He is Zhong Kui, he is impermanent, he is Yama, he is Taixu who cannot be looked directly at. He dances between the two worlds, using ancient Nuo opera masks to recast the way of heaven in this absurd era. "I have no emotions, I'm just pretending to be a sentient being."