The Divine Actor of Great Qian: My Maxed-Out Acting Fools the Heavenly Dao

“This isn’t singing opera. He’s summoning a god!” The candlelight flickers dimly in the mourning hall. The thirty-six figures seated below are not living people, but paper effigies with rouge-covered cheeks and eerie smiles. The corpse in the coffin is grinding its teeth, waiting for Chen Xuan to miss even a single word so it can burst out and feast. With death only a breath away, Chen Xuan can only open the opera trunk called [Taixu] and, trembling, press a mask of interwoven gold and crimson to his face. The next moment, his back straightens, and two flames of savage gold ignite in his once-timid eyes! The mourning staff in his hand becomes the phantom of the Sea-Calming Needle. With a single blow, he smashes the coffin lid of the man-eating corpse! “Demon! Open your dog eyes and tell me, who am I?!” … That year, the Great Qian Dynasty teetered on the brink of collapse. Gods and Buddhas across the heavens fed on humans, treating all living beings as mere players in a show. That year, Chen Xuan transmigrated into the body of a short-lived opera troupe leader. To stay alive, he had no choice but to use a mortal body to perform every god and demon across the Myriad Worlds.