A sheet of paper fell into Zhou Xuan’s hand.

This paper, in appearance, seemed quite like the bearer notes from the Jing Country Bank, about the size of two palms.

Once Zhou Xuan took the paper, and slightly perceived it, he felt this paper was lively and jumping, but it wasn’t the kind of jubilance of a "living creature", rather it was more like a "sound".

The vibration and washing of the paper, that kind of movement made a "rustling" texture, making Zhou Xuan feel that this paper was a materialization of a sound.

"Is this paper the stage conversing with me?"

Zhou Xuan pondered and felt that his phrasing was quite inappropriate—he was the stage’s Boss Zhou, the true master of this stage, so if the stage wanted to speak to him, how could he use the word "converse"? It should be a consultation.

However, this kind of consultation was vague, and he completely couldn’t understand what the stage wanted to say to him.

He bowed his head and asked the engineer within the Secret Realm, "Teacher Gong, what does this paper represent?"

The engineer’s consciousness manifested beside Zhou Xuan, and after carefully examining the paper, said, "This paper is the rules of the stage."

"But this paper doesn’t have a single stroke or dot, what rules does it represent?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Your current incense hasn’t burned down to the next inch, so you can’t see the rules on this paper."

"But my incense is about to burn down to the next inch."

Zhou Xuan looked at the incense in the Secret Realm—his method at this level was called "Drawing the Ground as the Stage",

relying on the techniques of Colorful Play to build a large stage, inviting audience and actors to enter.

Now, as the number of audience and actors increased, his incense was burning vigorously, and it was already about to burn down to the next inch.

"Then just wait a little longer, as long as the audience’s enthusiasm keeps rising, your incense will burn faster and faster too."

The engineer said, "Such a large-scale theater is enough for you to burn a whole stick of Colorful Play Incense today, but..."

"But what?"

Zhou Xuan sensed a note of concern in the engineer’s words, so he asked back.

The engineer’s gaze, mixed with a hint of fear, gazed at the holy eye in the sky and said,

"Such a large-scale Colorful Play, once performed, might draw the attention of the Heavenly Dome, and might cause a major calamity."

How did the Colorful Play Masters perish? Wasn’t it just because they were noticed by the people above the Heavenly Dome and then a myriad of god-level and Daoists were sent to hunt them down?

And the engineer, too, because of this innocent catastrophe, was suppressed by the joint forces of the first generation "Star Lord", "Peng Hou", "Mountain Ancestor", and "Ghost Hand", trapped underground in East Market Street, imprisoned for two thousand years.

When thinking of those days of darkness without sky, the engineer couldn’t help but feel a tremor in her heart.

"If the Heavenly Dome truly holds us accountable, then we’ll be locked up together, and I’ll come up with a ’civilization’ game for you all—two thousand years won’t be enough to play a few rounds, absolutely thrilling and a time-killing tool."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

For some reason, as long as the engineer saw Zhou Xuan’s smile, she felt an immense sense of security. Even if there was a mountain of knives and a sea of flames ahead, she firmly believed that Zhou Xuan could lead her across safely.

"Perhaps, following Boss Xuan to roam the world, there’s really nothing to fear."

The engineer thought to herself.

...

Between the Heavenly Dome and the human world, there are a scarce few passages.

At the end of each passage, it’s called a "sick window" by the people of the Heavenly Dome.

Just like the observation window on a ward door, the purpose of the sick window is to monitor the "sick village" of the human world.

Mr. Yan, as usual, hummed a little tune, occasionally popping a couple of elixirs into his mouth, chewed as the juices flowed freely.

The elixirs nourished his maggot-like body, causing his excess flesh to twitch constantly,

an overall sense of comfort was continuously surging within his body.

"Ah, comfortable... really comfortable..."

Mr. Yan was sighing in comfort when he suddenly saw a coquettish flower blooming on the land of Mingjiang Prefecture.

The flower was seven-colored, shrouded in radiant hues, exceptionally beautiful.

"How could such a beautiful flower bloom in the sick village of the human world? Impossible... impossible..."

Mr. Yan quickly stood up, turned his right hand into a claw, dug it into his eye socket, and fiercely gouged out,

a warm, pulsating eyeball fell into his palm, and he swiftly threw that eyeball towards the human world.

The eyeball swiftly passed over Xie Family’s Cave in Mingjiang Prefecture, where he saw eternal spring, layered mountains, and numerous people wearing clean and tidy clothes, bathing in the elegant scenery.

"The human world is a sick village, this is fake! Fake!"

Mr. Yan roared, in his angry emotions, there was also a barely perceptible sense of jealousy.

How could those patients in the human world see such splendid scenery? Even if these sceneries were illusory, they weren’t worthy of being seen!

What should patients see? Grisly crimson colors, decaying flesh, filthy and stinking ditches!

"I remember, this is... Colorful Play."

Mr. Yan’s reason was restoring, he remembered, remembered when over two thousand years ago, when the Colorful Play Master’s Tangkou rampaged with impunity, the sick village of the human world was everywhere dotted with beautiful flowers...

"Right, it’s Colorful Play, it’s Colorful Play, a new Colorful Play Master has appeared in the human world."

"Who is that Colorful Play Master? Who is it exactly? Don’t let me catch them."

Mr. Yan let out a vicious roar, compelling his eye to see more.