Since Ancient Times, There Has Only Been One Person

Wang Xuan frowned. This last remaining page of scripture was somewhat unusual, questioning everything and doubting time and space. According to it, everything except itself was illusory.

This viewpoint can be described as somewhat insane, unlike scripture, and more like a cold and bizarre description.

"The streets are bustling, and thousands of lights are on. As you stroll through the crowds, are there really so many people traveling with you? No, in reality, it's only yourself. The vast city and the bustling night view are just one person's imagination."

"The real you may lie beneath the frozen earth or lie across the cold universe. All things in the world, all the splendor, are just a dream woven by you alone."

"When you wake up, you may find that the so-called bustling world and dazzling fireworks have all vanished like bubbles, leaving you only lying in darkness. In the world, there is only yourself, and all the colorful past is just your own thoughts. You have woken up, and your true self has returned."

"In the stillness of the night, when all is quiet, you are reading alone. Does the city outside the window, the sounds of cars on the road, and the distant Village Town really exist? No, they are all illusions. You are lying under the cold earth, and only your mind is active, presenting all of this."

"There is only you in this world, a mere illusion. All things and scenes are extensions of your own thoughts, woven into a phantom yet grand bubble. Wake up now."

"Perhaps neither permafrost nor deep space exists; you simply lie silently in the unspeakable void, your body cold, your mind active, constructing a world with your thoughts. The dream has awakened, everything should collapse, and reality appears..."

Wang Xuan was lost in thought, somewhat dazed. Was this scripture?

Traversing Space-time, separated by countless years, words and language can no longer understand or pass on the legacy; what remains is this spirit that can resonate.

If what is written on this page is believable, then the real world is terrifying. All of this is merely an outward projection of one's own thoughts. Throughout history, there has only been one person; all things, the universe, are illusions.

Wang Xuan was completely bewildered. This scripture was somewhat demonic, brainwashing him. It was about idealism taken to its extreme, where nothing in the world existed except self-sacrifice.

"It looks like a diary left by a mentally ill person." He looked conflicted. Was this the final scripture? It didn't seem to matter to him.

However, it was written on ordinary materials in a civilized fire, yet it remained undamaged and was not burned out, indicating that the meaning it contained was extraordinary.

Fortunately, it was just a few scribbles, not the whole thing.

Wang Xuan threw it into the fire pit, continued to communicate with it, and after their mental fluctuations aligned, he once again captured its traces of thought.

"Do you believe me now? Since ancient times, there has only been one person in the world, and that person is you. When I am lucid, I leave a record. When your spirit extends, you will see the only piece of paper in the world that records the truth..."

Wang Xuan remained silent. The following entries were still from Mental Illness's diary, continuing the brainwashing process.

"Actually, this is just a hypothesis. Believe it or not, it's all true. The truth is more unpredictable and bizarre than what I'm saying. What I'm saying is just a reminder to you. Perhaps the truth is that you are a patient, having spent most of your life lying in a hospital bed. Your body has aged, and in your final moments, your spirit sketches out all things and scenes, and everything arises from this..."

"It's poisonous!" Wang Xuan exclaimed. Then, he beckoned to the Little White Tiger and said, "Come, I will reveal the true world to you and impart to you a supreme Scripture that will explain the essence of all things..."

Then, he unceremoniously poisoned the Little White Tiger, passing on this mental imprint to him.

Unexpectedly, the Round-faced girl became dazed, deeply engrossed in her dream, and kept muttering in her sleep, "How reasonable! The Demon Lord is my true form and main consciousness, while Wang Xuan is my spiritual dregs. Therefore, he should be killed. Of all things in the world, only I am real!"

Wang Xuan was speechless and didn't want to talk to her anymore.

He quickly tried to capture the mental imprint again, and finally saw the actual scriptures.

"What I have said is merely a starting point. The arising and ceasing of phenomena are determined by your own heart. The spirit is the only sharp sword that can cut through the fog and approach the truth, but the accumulation of True Energy and the use of the physical body as a shield for self-defense are also indispensable. If I were the only one in the world, then I would use this as a standard to capture the truth beyond myself..."

Next comes the actual scripture, but it is still based on the assumption of Mental Illness's diary, and is deduced from this premise.

"What the hell? If I want to learn your methods, I have to brainwash myself first and turn myself into a Mental Illness patient?!" Wang Xuan was almost speechless.

Of course, from the author's perspective, everything seems so natural; this was originally a letter he wrote to himself, believing that he was the only one in the world.

This passage suggests that real influences are everywhere and resonate with me, but real Energy Substance is difficult to capture.

Only by purifying one's spirit, recognizing that only oneself has ever been able to cultivate Spiritual Heavenly Eye, can one capture the splendid Real Substance at the end of the boundless darkness, accumulate it within oneself, and use it for one's own benefit.

"I don't even need to purify myself anymore; I already possess Spiritual Heavenly Eye. According to this logic, am I a born severe Mental Illness patient?"

Wang Xuan thought to himself, "This guy is really interesting. Is he serious? It feels like he's subtly messing with future generations."

According to the scriptures, if one could cultivate Spiritual Heavenly Eye, the temptation alone would be enough to make some practitioners risk their lives and drive themselves Mental Illness.

However, the following scriptures are indeed insightful, but he needs to view them critically and extract the essence himself; otherwise, he will truly become a "severely ill patient."

"In the cold universe, I am the only one. The various illusions I encounter, such as birth and death, such as the sudden disintegration of a radiant star, all emit specks of Real Substance within the illusion, which are worth cherishing and extracting..."

Wang Xuan went to great lengths to decipher the mental state of seriously ill patients into chapters that suited him, extracting their essence and eliminating their spiritual ailments.

Whether it's the lifespan of a living organism or the energy released by a brilliant star, in this scripture, they are all "External Sensation," an illusion that stimulates one's own perception.

Extracting fragments of Real Substance from that illusion, which interact with the one True Self, strengthens oneself and prepares for a future closer approach to reality.

As Wang Xuan delved deeper into the interpretation and rapid analysis, he became somewhat frustrated. All things are External Sensation, and they all interact with the inner self. He felt that he had been misled by the scriptures.

"External Sensation, internal ailment, ah..." He couldn't help but shout, feeling that he should throw this scripture at Old Zhang and drive him Mental Illness.

Wang Xuan was worried about giving the scriptures to the Demon Ancestor, Mingxue, Zheng Yuantian, and others. It would be one thing if their primordial spirits were damaged, but what if they managed to master them?

If given to Old Zhang, at worst he'll develop a mental disorder, which he can gradually recover from. And even if he manages to master it, it won't become a major problem.

Wang Xuan practiced for a long time and found that he couldn't master the meaning of this scripture unless he put himself into it and turned himself into a seriously ill patient.

Moreover, he needs to believe that the world is as it is, that his thoughts are correct, and that things should be this way.

He was lost in thought for a long time, trying to hypnotize himself, and surprisingly... it worked!

"No, such an unconventional method and such patients do not necessarily have a disease of the primordial spirit. I think he is deliberately tormenting future generations, testing them, and making them correct themselves to restore the essence of the scriptures."

He glanced back at the Little White Tiger; it was truly poisoned, dawdling there, its eyes vacant, absorbed in its own world.

"Since it's just me, then sever the cause and effect of all things, starting with the dregs of my spirit, and destroy it." The Round-faced girl was about to push Wang Xuan into the embers within the ashes.

Snap!

Wang Xuan smacked her on the forehead, waking her up instantly, and then ignored her with a dark expression.

"This scripture is very interesting. Give me the second half; I want to study it!" The Round-faced girl was very excited after waking up, looking extremely happy.

"Find a cool place and clear your head." Wang Xuan pushed her aside.

In the end, standing before the fire, he realized that interpreting this scripture from his own perspective meant discarding all External Sensation and internal ego. In his own cultivation system, this meant... all things are layered with reality, and he needed to find and absorb that rare yet truly existing special substance.

This may deviate from the original meaning of the scriptures, but this is the only way he can practice; it is the path that suits him best.

"Different people have different understandings. We can take it back and exchange it with Old Zhang for the Heavenly Medicine. If he is fine after practicing it, we can consider promoting it and showing it to Fang Yuzhu so that the Sword Immortal can comprehend it."

After all, this is the only page of scripture that was not burned, so it must have extraordinary value.

Wang Xuan secluded himself here, absorbing the strange substances in the embers while practicing this scripture, searching among all things, opening his Spiritual Heavenly Eye, and carefully discerning the essence of the world.

Indeed, in the void, there were wisps of strange matter flowing, their origin unknown, as if born from the superposition of all things. However, the quantity was far too small; expecting such accumulation to become substantial would require a great deal of time.

Then he saw an object, teeming with life, containing a substance that was almost real, much more concentrated than in the void.

She is... Little White Tiger.

"In other words, cultivators absorb various Energy Substance, some of which contain rare and almost real objects that need to be refined and extracted?"

Wang Xuan closed his eyes and Transcendent Travel.

When he opened his eyes again, the fire was dim, and the embers were about to go out completely. At that moment, his body trembled, his spirit and body resonated, and a dazzling beam of light rose up, cleansing him. From the inside out, strange substances flowed, cleansing his marrow, revitalizing his five internal organs, and his form and spirit radiated a faint white light.

He broke through the Void it, officially establishing himself in the Seven-stage Realm, his cultivation reaching a new level, and he achieved this by using near-real materials.

That special energy mostly comes from the Fire Ember.

"What's going on?" Wang Xuan asked in surprise. Around him, many corpses hung from the ancient buildings, swaying in the wind.

Those weren't ancient people; they looked like descendants of immortals and demons who had come in with him this time.

The Little White Tiger whispered, "It's been half a month, and you've finally woken up. All those people who wanted to get close to the fire have mysteriously hanged themselves."

Wang Xuan was startled and asked, "Is this world closed off? Are we trapped inside?"

According to the plan, this exotic area will only be open for three days to see the results before deciding how to open it further.

"After the time was up, it was closed for ten days. It reopened for another two days, and this time it will be open for a month," the Little White Tiger informed them.

"Without going to the Land of Nothingness, I broke through to a higher level in the outside world with the help of a scripture. It all comes from 'External Sensation.' However, without the large amount of strange substances contained in the fire, it would be difficult to succeed. It would take years to accumulate." Wang Xuan pondered.

He stood up and looked at the old square and the silent streets. Many of the hanged people were familiar faces, such as a fairy with her tongue sticking out, wearing armor and revealing her snow-white waist. She had spoken rudely at the entrance and died just like that.

There were six or seven powerful individuals who were hostile to him. They had tried to block him at the entrance and hunt him down. There were men and women, demons and descendants of Transcendent Immortals. They were all hanged.

"The embers of a civilization's remnants are not for just anyone to approach. You did not die unjustly."

The Round-faced girl nodded and said, "They deserved to die. Some people rushed over, trying to ambush us, but they ended up getting themselves killed. They deserved it!"

"Let's go," Wang Xuan said. It was time to leave.

"Where's that scripture?" The Little White Tiger glanced around with its big eyes, still thinking about it.

"I'm afraid you'll develop problems with your primordial spirit. By the way, where's my image-recording crystal? If you don't give it to me, I won't take you out!" Wang Xuan threatened.

The Little White Tiger was stunned. Was she going to betray the demon lord? She felt a pang of guilt. Although she knew the demon lord wouldn't punish her too severely, he would most likely still spank her bottom!

"I didn't bring it with me, I'll go out and find it for you!" she shouted.

"Then you can stay here by yourself, I'm leaving first!" Wang Xuan flashed away, leaving the square and disappearing without a trace.

"Come out, I'll give it to you!" The Little White Tiger suddenly became anxious. There were so many people hanging in the street, all fresh corpses, and she was afraid of becoming one of them.

Wang Xuan frowned, standing in the street, and saw the group of people outside.

The first one is the Mo Si. He has a delicate face and a thin, frail body, but he is absolutely powerful and ruthless. He is almost the strongest one this time!

In another direction, Qi Chengdao in snow-white robes, stood with the beautiful and ethereal Ming Xi, like a pair of celestial beings. He smiled faintly and nodded to Wang Xuan.

This guy is a formidable opponent, ridiculously powerful.

In the distance, there was a tall figure exuding a terrifying aura. It was a young man who, although he appeared calm, had a madness deep in his eyes.

He was Qi Liandao, the second son of the Demon Ancestor. He smiled and greeted him directly, saying, "Fellow Daoist, it's fate that we meet. Thank you for bringing my family's Ancestor Artifact — the God Slaying Banner —here. I am truly grateful!"

He was polite and not crazy. He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed slightly to Wang Xuan.

"Something's up!" Wang Xuan's heart skipped a beat, because the God Slaying Banner on his body was actually shaking slightly. What had piqued its interest?