I Am Not The God Of Acting.

Summary

In a struggle against a mysterious white ash that clings to him, Chen Ling experiences a draining battle of will and identity. Despite his attempts to wash it away, the ash persists, marking him and sealing off his powers. As he navigates a flower thicket, he loses consciousness, becoming a solitary figure amidst the blossoms. Meanwhile, in the Red Dust Realm, a figure in a theatrical robe observes the distant sunset and the preparations for a performance, expressing a desire to see a missing disciple. The figure emphasizes the importance of completing their shows before seeking out their friend, hinting at deeper connections and unresolved questions about identity and purpose.

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