Chapter 726: Drama God Dao, and the Drama God Dao's Natural Enemy

Compared to when it was in the Mortal Realm, the "figure's" condition seemed to have deteriorated. Its shadowy body, as if cut by scissors, had many nicks and gaps along its edges. The large red paper umbrella it carried on its shoulder was covered in mud, and the connection between the canopy and the handle seemed broken, making a creaking sound.

This apocalyptic war had shattered the world. Although Chaozai ultimately fought through the Whispering Wilderness, it seemed to have paid a significant price.

Wailing—the wind across the Whispering Wilderness blew in fits and starts, like the mournful cries of the desperate.

The "figure" emerged from the shattered wilderness. There was no calamity creature in sight to obstruct it. Carrying the only vibrant red umbrella in the Gray Realm, it resembled a victorious king.

In the wailing wind, a corner of the red umbrella's rim lifted, and its gaze fell upon the Master not far away.

Its scarlet, crescent-moon-like eyes narrowed slightly.

It did not stop.

It calmly advanced, holding the umbrella, its steps unwavering. Even injured, the king's arrogance still surveyed the world. Without any attempt to dodge or yield, it walked directly towards the Master, as if the one blocking its path was merely an insignificant ordinary person.

Beneath the lead-grey clouds, two figures slowly approached each other.

"Chao," the Master said calmly. "...You should return."

Its scarlet, crescent-moon eyes swept over the Master, curving into an even more exaggerated arc, as if filled with disdain and mockery.

The Master's eyes narrowed slightly. When the gap between them was no more than five paces, his wide sleeves gently flicked. The next moment, the surrounding scene abruptly changed.

Countless skyscrapers, mountains, and rivers rose from the five-pace gap between them. Space was instantly stretched indefinitely, and layers of vastly different worlds enveloped the "figure" like patches.

These worlds were not mere shells; various characters could be seen living and moving within them. There were snowy palaces with figures in ancient costumes, steam trains with people in Republic of China era attire, modern skyscrapers filled with brand-name clothes, and even non-human scenarios featuring lions, cats, mice, and bears as protagonists.

Like real worlds born from dramas, they enveloped the "figure's" immediate surroundings. Time and space lost all meaning here; escape was impossible in any direction, whether to the past or the future, because what trapped it now was "story" itself.

Yet, the "figure" did not halt its steps. Instead, it calmly continued to walk forward at its original, slow pace.

It walked amidst the endless stories, one hand casually raised, a fingertip lightly tapping the void. As it advanced, ripples spread out from the void.

Jagged cracks instantly broke open from its fingertip, spreading like a spiderweb frantically across the surroundings. In an instant, they covered these endless worlds, and the stories still unfolding froze simultaneously, losing their vibrancy.

It withdrew its fingertip, then gently placed its index finger over where a mouth would be on its shadowy face, playfully making a "shhh" gesture.

It had negated all the stories that were being enacted.

Bang—!!! The next moment, all the worlds shattered into smithereens!

The magnificent worlds were torn to shreds in an instant, scattering down from the gray sky. Almost simultaneously, the "figure's" steps paused in mid-air.

The curtain in the void gradually drew back, and the Master's figure had vanished.

Immediately after, the surrounding world folded and converged like a tide, and the "figure" also continuously shrank. When it looked up, the Master's colossal hand seemed to reach from beyond the world itself, grabbing towards it as if to blot out the sky.

Both it and this space-time were being sealed within that disc!

The "figure," holding its umbrella, gazed up at the scene. The next moment, its form was folded into the converging world and vanished.

Finally, a blank disc settled firmly into the Master's palm.

The Master looked down at the disc, but his expression showed no relief; instead, his brows furrowed even deeper. He put the disc into his robes, turned to leave, and then suddenly froze in place.

Wailing—the mournful cold wind ruffled a corner of his theatrical robe.

Five paces behind him, a figure holding a large red paper umbrella silently gazed at him, its scarlet eyes full of mischief.

"...Did I fail?" The Master's expression shifted repeatedly, finally culminating in a helpless sigh. "As expected of the Thespian Deity's nemesis. My abilities are mostly ineffective against you."

Chaozai possessed the power to negate everything, which naturally included the "performances" of the Thespian Deity's path. Even though the Master was of the same rank, he was completely suppressed. Even methods capable of freezing figures like the Lord of the Mortal Realm and Xicai were useless against Chaozai. It was the true nemesis of the Thespian Deity's path; any practitioner, regardless of rank, was virtually incapable of defeating it!

"Fortunately, I wasn't without other preparations." The Master calmly stated the rest of his sentence.

He raised his sleeves, and four streaks of light instantly shot out. The moment the "figure" sensed these objects, its body trembled slightly, and a rare flicker of警惕 appeared in its scarlet eyes.

They were four ancestral tablets. They resembled ancestral tablets taken from a shrine, still retaining a faint scent of incense. They stood like four immensely oppressive steles, suppressing the "figure" in the center by positioning themselves in the four cardinal directions—east, south, west, and north. Each of these tablets was engraved with the same name:

—Nameless Thespian.

The moment these four tablets appeared, four auras of the Thespian Deity's path erupted simultaneously. They assaulted the "figure's" body, and even its damaged red paper umbrella began to creak loudly and gratingly.

The "figure's" expression changed. It immediately tried to break through the blockade of the four tablets, but an invisible wall seemed to exist between them, one that even it could not pass through.

Meanwhile, the Master, standing beyond the tablets, slowly spoke:

"—Lock."

As his voice fell, the four tablets rotated and began to shrink towards the center. The invisible wall trapping Chaozai also rapidly contracted, completely sealing off all its space for movement.

Finally, the four tablets transformed into four white paper strips, locking the "figure's" limbs like shackles. Though they appeared weightless, they dragged the "figure" down, slamming it heavily into the ground with a resounding crash!

Thud—!! Jagged cracks spread across the ground. The "figure's" power was instantly sealed away.

It furiously tried to break free from these four white paper shackles, but no matter how hard it struggled, it could not tear them from its body.

The Master, clad in his theatrical robe, walked slowly with his hands behind his back to stand before the furiously struggling Chaozai, and spoke in a deep voice:

"I'll say this once more..."

"Give me back my disciple."