Under the silent watch of the moon, another sacred text made its descent, positioning itself above the humble bamboo raft. Wang Xuan, his hand resting on the hilt of his short sword, looked on with a furrowed brow, a mix of skepticism and wariness in his eyes. The persistence of this celestial angler, casting from the moon itself, was unnerving.1

The very existence of the Departed Land had brought forth the extraordinary, predating even the ancient lineage of the immortals. "What kind of entity is up there, angling from the lunar sphere?" Wang Xuan pondered, his face a canvas of shifting thoughts and emotions.0

Suspended in the air, the manuscript radiated a soft, rosy luminescence, encapsulating the very essence of Taoist mystique. Though its pages remained sealed, a plethora of enigmatic symbols shimmered into view, each one a testament to the text's profound significance.0

"The Divine Illumination of Inner Landscape," Wang Xuan whispered, fixated on the cover. His heart quickened at the thought—this book might illuminate the much-revered Inner Landscape, an aspect of his practice about which he knew startlingly little, having always experienced it as a passive participant. Could this volume hold the key to understanding those depths?0

He turned to the Ferryman and asked, "What do you make of this scripture?"0

"It is a treasure among Taoist scriptures," the Ferryman responded with earnest veneration. "Its wisdom is typically entrusted from master to disciple, seldom committed to the written word."0

"And where does it stand in the annals of texts on the Inner Landscape?" Wang Xuan asked, his curiosity piqued.0

"With its unique perspectives on the Inner Landscape, it's undoubtedly prestigious. I would place it within the top seventeen,"...0