The Divine Actor of Great Qian: My Maxed-Out Acting Skills Fool 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.