I'm not a drama god

"Stop fighting! All of you stop fighting!"

"You've all eaten so much, leave some for the people at the back!"

"It's so delicious! My child has never had such a good cake before. I want to take some home for him..."

"I want to take some too. If we can't finish them today, we can eat them tomorrow!"

Please leave some for me, I beg you... We haven't eaten a single bite yet.

"..."

The cake tower crashed to the ground, but even so, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd.

They didn't care whether the ground was clean or not; they just rushed forward and stuffed the delicious cakes into their mouths or pockets as if they hadn't eaten for days. They even got into fights over it.

"Wait until then—"

"The smoke of war has cleared and the drums and music are loud, and the farmers are laughing and talking happily on the ridges."

"Children, unaware of the bitterness of war, chase after kites, dancing gracefully!"

"With full granaries, the people live in peace, and famine no longer troubles their hearts!"

"Warm smoke rises from every chimney, and people sleep soundly at night with their doors unlocked!"

Zhao Ziqian's hopeful opera singing still echoes melodiously within the opera house.

Bloodstains of calamity splattered on the doors of the theater, staining the dimly lit front hall crimson; ferocious figures lurked inside the safe theater, frantically plundering the dust-covered cakes, hurling insults and punches at each other.

As a wisp of thought carrying a terrifying pressure drifted out from the stage, the chaotic crowd instantly rolled their eyes back and fainted...

The chaotic opera stage was suddenly filled only with the clear echoes of opera singing.

The audience seats below the stage were now empty, except for one lone, thin figure sitting upright, tears streaming down his face.

……

"Seal off the surrounding area, don't let it escape!"

On the outskirts of the Hidden Cloud Realm, at the farmer's command, the figures surrounding the area immediately dispersed, remaining on guard against the giant, bloody shadow that was constantly falling from the sky, fearing that it would once again burrow back into the soil.

The butcher moved. He picked up a kitchen knife from who-knows-where and slashed straight at the giant shadow's outer shell. The pressure of an eighth-order God of Strength surged from his body, and layers of halos gathered around him, as if a god had descended to earth, unstoppable!

clang--! ! !

Under the butcher's full-force attack, the cleaver in his hand shattered with a deafening roar, but at the same time, a large crack also appeared in the thick, giant shadow shell...

Beneath the outer shell, there was nothing but emptiness, with no sign of life, as if it were just a giant cocoon left over from molting.

Upon seeing this, the butcher's pupils contracted slightly:

"This is fake!!"

……

Zangyun Base.

Ground.

In the corner of the corridor, a smooth tile trembled slightly, and soil rustled from the cracks around it, as if something was about to emerge from beneath it.

With a crisp crack, the tiles cracked, and a section of blood-red plant root crawled out from inside the wall... followed by writhing fleshy branches and leaves, and tumor-like flowers.

It stood there in the deserted corridor, and from a distance, it could barely be mistaken for a human figure.

A faint, miasma-like aura, like a Buddhist light, emanated from the fleshy flower. It slowly moved its roots, swaying precariously, and crawled towards the room at the end of the corridor...

The branches and leaves got tangled in the doorknob, and with a slight force, the door shattered in mid-air.

A clean and tidy room was exposed in front of it.

This is a secret area that most people in the Hidden Cloud Realm have never been to. It is the lifeline that supports the operation of the entire Hidden Cloud Realm, and also the spiritual tomb that buries countless bitterness and pain.

The sheets around the edge of the hospital bed fluttered silently in the gentle breeze. A withered figure lay quietly in the center of the bed, his scarred arms resembling withered branches on the verge of decay. The only sound in the quiet room was the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of his breath...

At the same time,

On the chair next to the hospital bed, a white-clad figure wearing a tie slowly raised his head... looking at the eerie "figure" outside the door.

He seemed to have anticipated the impending disaster, a slight smile curving his lips as he gently tugged at his tie and slowly rose from his chair...

"Your target... is indeed him."

Zhuozai was stunned.

It had thought that the remains it left behind in the suburbs would fool these foolish humans, but it never expected that this man would appear here...

Who was that Cangyun Jun who appeared in the suburbs just now?

"You might be wondering, if I were here, who was that handsome guy outside just now?" Cangyunjun chuckled. "You're not the only one who knows how to play the feint... you idiot."

Zangyun Jun was not stupid. When Li Qingshan came to see him last night and told him that Chen Ling felt that there was something wrong with the turbid disaster aura in the suburbs, he had actually thought of this.

After all, the Turbid Calamity is a world-ending disaster. If it really wanted to find a place to rest and recover its strength, why didn't it go to the Gray Realm? Instead, it kept circling around the Hidden Cloud Realm.

You should know that the Cangyun Realm is currently under the command of the Cangyun Lord at his peak. Doesn't he know that he will definitely be discovered after staying here for so long?

Even so, it stubbornly remained in the Hidden Cloud Realm, and there was only one answer...

There are things in the Hidden Cloud Realm that interest it.

What could be more interesting to Zhuozai than the body of a Nine Lords who can evolve infinitely and possesses infinite vitality?

The Hidden Cloud Lord can survive on the blood of the South Sea Lord. If the Turbid Calamity were to devour the South Sea Lord now, its terrifying vitality would probably restore it to its peak state in an instant. If that were the case, then its long wait would have been completely worthwhile!

Therefore, it used its own remains as a pawn, waiting for the time when Lord Cangyun and the others discovered its aura and then came out in full force... so that it could take the opportunity to approach Lord Nanhai and swallow him whole.

Unfortunately, although Zhuozai was somewhat wise, he could not compare to Sizai's infallible strategies. In front of Cangyunjun, Zhuozai's thoughts could be guessed with just a little questioning and thinking.

Now, with the appearance of Cangyun Jun, Zhuozai's ambitions have been completely shattered. Its tumor-like head glared fiercely at Cangyun Jun, then turned its head and burrowed back into the soil!

"Want to leave now? It's too late."

Zangyunjun snorted coldly.

Just as the roots of the calamity were about to touch the wall, the wall suddenly trembled and turned into a wisp of ethereal mist. It turned and tried to burrow into the earth from another direction, but no matter which direction it rushed in, the corresponding wall would instantly transform into clouds and mist...

The current calamity is like being in an infinite world with only a ceiling and a floor; no matter which direction you run, all that remains is ethereal mist.

Enraged, the calamity plunged headfirst into its own ground, but then the earth itself crumbled instantly, and its body seemed to have reached a height of ten thousand meters before crashing down!