Wang Xuan furrowed his brows, finding the lone page of scripture quite unorthodox, questioning the very fabric of existence and doubting the dimensions of time and space. This perspective, almost mad in its assertion, resembled less a scripture and more a cold, bizarre narrative. 0

"On bustling streets, amidst myriad lights, as you wander through the scenery of the crowd, are there truly others accompanying you? No, you're mistaken; in reality, it's only you. The vast city, the vibrant nightscape, they're merely figments of one's imagination."0

"The true you might lie beneath frozen soil or sprawl in the cold expanse of the universe. All splendors of the world, every brilliance, are but dreams spun by you alone."0

"Waking up, you might find the so-called bustling humanity, the brilliant fireworks, all dissipate like bubbles. Only you exist in the darkness. The universe and all its vivid past are but the musings of your mind. Upon awakening, the real you returns."0

"In the deep silence of the night, as you quietly read alone, do the city outside your window, the cars on the road, the distant towns, truly exist? No, all is illusion; you lie under the cold earth, and it's merely your active thoughts that have painted this reality."0

"There's only you, an illusion of one, where all things and scenes are extensions of your own thoughts, woven into a grand illusion. Awake now."0

"Perhaps the frozen soil and the deep space of the universe don't exist either. You're simply lying in...0