Antique Appraisal: My Fakes Can Level Up!

Everyone is drunk, while I alone am awake.

I can define what is real and what is fake: if I say it is real, even a counterfeit becomes a national treasure;

if I judge it fake, even gods and Buddhas become nothing but clay statues.

I hold the reins of cause and effect, passing judgment on what is true and false.

But when I gazed upon the river of history that had been tampered with, I realized that the whole world was what needed to be “transformed.”