Hell, the bloody sunset is about to disappear.
In front of the dilapidated town, Wang Xuan’s figure became blurred and was about to disappear outside the city wall.
In the indescribable atmosphere, several demon fairies including the Black Swan, the Bull Demon, and the Yin-Yang Dog felt extremely uneasy, and their perception was actually degenerating.
They did not see the fog, but it was so close that they could no longer see Wang Xuan.
They even looked at each other and found that the "familiar monster" beside them had also dimmed, with only its outline remaining, without a clear appearance.
For a moment, several demon fairies trembled in fear. What was going on? Kong Xuan was practicing martial arts and became so weak. Were they going to disappear as well?
"No, we are still here, but our minds are clouded and we deny our own existence. This is more terrifying than the 'Only I and Only the Truth'." The spirit of the Ten-Tailed Demon Fox is abnormal after all. It is extremely horrified when it senses the changes in itself.
They don't need anyone to cast a spell on them; now, they themselves are suggesting that they should "erase" themselves from the real world.
The fog was thick, and what Wang Xuan saw was completely different from what they saw. Everything in the world seemed false, and the truth was covered by a layer of fog.
He had already stood up, holding a paper in his hand, and walked into the fog. In the eyes of several demon fairies, it seemed that he was about to disappear from the real world.
The demon fairies could not see the fog, they only saw the last bloody sunset of hell absorbing him.
"He's going to die!" The Bull Demon didn't know whether to be surprised or terrified. If something happened to the quality inspector, would they be able to escape, or would they be implicated?
Although they can move, their abilities have been sealed. Not to mention the dangers that may arise at any time in the wilderness, the changes in Kong Xuan himself are the most unstable factor.
"My mind seems to be covered with a black cloth. It has deteriorated so badly that even you can hardly see it."
"This...are we really going to be killed?"
They were frightened and had a bad feeling.
Kong Xuan was practicing martial arts, and it seemed that he had comprehended something extraordinary. This was a bit outrageous. How could he comprehend it in such a short time?
Everyone in the Demon Court knew that the "Only I, Only the True Scripture" was mysterious, and only a few people spent decades to master it, that is, to be able to circulate the scriptures. But if you want to deeply comprehend and truly study it thoroughly, it would take an unknown amount of time, and it is estimated that only a few high-level members can do it.
Kong Xuan studied the scriptures that were integrated into the paper, and he suddenly realized it after observing it? Several demon fairies were shocked and awed.
Wang Xuan found that the world was quiet, as if it was a world that belonged to him alone. He saw the rotten dust half-submerged several demon fairies and covered the city behind them.
The whole world felt fake, and he pushed away the fog and kept moving forward, wanting to see the real place and reach the source of light.
His spirit resonated with the paper, and he comprehended new meanings of the scriptures and supplemented the original Dharma. Moreover, he also heard voices in his ears.
When he first got paper, he had a strange experience.
Now, the feeling is even more real, accompanied by a brainwashing whisper.
"What is the truth? There is only one person in the world, and the continuation of your thoughts and feelings has created the blue sky, white clouds, and all things in the world. You look up at the deep sky, and the stars and the brilliant sea of stars are just the sparks of your thinking. You walk in the world of mortals, and that is your thoughts drifting. You see your relatives, friends, and colleagues, but they are just bubbles you imagined. You really exist, but what you see, hear, and feel are all false. The world is made up of your thoughts and feelings, which deceive you at this moment."
Wang Xuan walked through the fog, looking at the place with hazy light and fog in the depths. He wanted to get closer, but there was always a distance.
He listened to the sounds around him and immersed himself in a special atmosphere.
"In the dead of night, when everything is silent, your thoughts pause briefly. Therefore, all the worldly scenes, your relatives, friends and everything else all disintegrate and disappear from your sight."
"The sun is rising. It is only an appearance, not the essence. It is actually a signal of your spiritual revival. Your thoughts are thus chaotic and disordered, giving rise to all kinds of scenes, and you see a series of mottled images. The mountains and poems in the distance, the floors, streets, vehicles, and people in front of you, everything is illusory, formed by the divergence of your spirit, and your thoughts overflow and interweave into various scenes."
"The world you see is actually just the expansion of your own thoughts. No one is there for you, and the world outside is only you. You seek truth in books, and you are outside of books. All the worlds are dreams you weave. You are the only one in the world who is true and unique."
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Wang Xuan walked forward, still unable to approach the light source in the fog. Listening to the voices in his ears, the whispers from his true self, he felt that this was simply poisonous. Want to turn the real into the unreal? It was the exact opposite.
However, after deep thought, he realized that how could the entire world, all the people and scenes, everything in the world, be said to be true?
"Perhaps, there is really only one person in the world. All behaviors, all experiences, all scenes, the entire universe, and relationships with relatives and friends are just the divergence of my unique and true thinking?"
"It's really poisonous!" he said to himself again.
He stopped and wondered if he wanted to turn the false into the true, or the true into the false, to return to the essence and break free from the existing state? However, this required a choice. Should he think that what was in front of him and in the present world was false or real? The result would be completely different, and perhaps even earth-shattering.
These sounds were just the spread of the Dao rhyme of the True One Sutra, not its core essence. Wang Xuan silently looked at the withered yellow paper, approaching the essence of the True One Sutra, trying to dispel the interference of the sound. His figure became more and more blurred, entering the depths of the fog and heading towards the light source.
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More than two hours passed, and the Yin-Yang Dog, Black Swan, Bull Demon and others all felt as if they were suffocating, their perception was abnormal, and everything they saw was blurry.
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