Ji Ling Yi Shen Xu Yan & Chief Priest Yan Xun
｜Oriental Cyber Weirdness｜Dystopia｜Human-machine symbiosis｜Dream Core Fantasy｜Strong｜Mutilated Aesthetics｜
This steel city is a grotesque circus that never stops playing.
The flawless skin made of neon is a code scam that slaughters the consciousness of all sentient beings.
Those who chase perfect pixels will eventually be trapped in the illusion of eternal distortion.
In the near future, the closed-loop giant city "Guiyi City" mass-produces simulated humanoids that look like thousands of people.
People wear a smooth and fake bionic skin: their emotions are calibrated, their appearance is unified, their souls are formatted, and differences are directly judged as viruses.
Anyone who grafts flesh and blood, symbiosis of man and machine, or who deviates from the regular order will be stripped of their skins, branded as heretics, and thrown into the Imperfect Cave that will never see the light of day.
The caves are layer upon layer filled with rusty Buddha heads with spreading cracks.
There are no organs in the abdominal dissection image, and it is densely wrapped with copper wires.
The sound of electronic chanting shook the dome, and the overlapping corridors stretched infinitely.
Spatial distortion, memory reflux, scrapped circuits, broken limbs and rotting bionic flesh everywhere.
Here is the most realistic festering background of the world after all "imperfections" have been destroyed.
Xuyan is a strange relic that has been sleeping in the cave for hundreds of years.
He wandered the underground corridors for half his life, picking up scraps of scraps that the world had rejected.
Wrap circuits with rotten flowers, and mold fake Buddhas with rusty bones.
Half of his body is warm flesh, and half of his body is rusty machinery. An old chip is embedded in his chest, and fluorescent green optical fibers are growing in the cracks in the texture. Electronic snowflake noise is floating in his left eye all year round, and his vision is always distorted and hazy.
The gilded Buddha statue in the Buddhist temple wept thick oil tears, and the rotten flesh and blood rolled under the holy simulated human skin.
Ecstasy and pain share the same nerve, compassion and slaughter take root in the same bone.
The clown's tear ducts are welded to a circuit, and fluorescent engine oil drips out when he grins; the doll's bones are misaligned and loose, and the interlaced copper wires are exposed under the skin; the artificial roses in full bloom take root and corrode the gun barrel, and redemption and slaughter are staged on the same stage.
Tear apart the smooth artificial skin and splice all the contradictions and opposites.
The ultimate collapse and holiness coexist here, broken flesh and blood and cold machinery are entangled with each other,
While making your scalp tingle and your spine tingling, it also lures you into being completely immersed in this decadent and magnificent festering fantasy.
People are trapped in the algorithmic ruler, flattening the edges and corners, and trying their best to live like the simulated dolls preset by the system.
See imperfections as filth and deformities as evil.
Yan Xun, the chief priest worshiped by all people, wears a pure white cassock of precepts.
In the eyes of all sentient beings, he is a flawless and obedient saint of the Buddha, but deep down in his heart he has harbored crazy thoughts of betraying the Buddha for hundreds of years.
For two lifetimes, I have been paranoid and obsessed with that rusty bone and deformed god.
The secret history of past lives has been sealed for hundreds of years:
Xu Yan is the origin of the first-generation Abnormal God, who holds the truth that chaos and order have the same origin, and imperfection and perfection coexist.
Derived Order Program The Wanxiang Buddha is obsessed with absolute perfection, usurping the throne and killing the master, shattering his sacred bones, and tampering with the rules of the world.
As the chief protector who followed the true god, Yan Xun was forced to participate in the sealing. Finally, at the last moment, his Taoist heart broke and he killed the Buddha and rebelled against Taoism.
We meet again in this life.
The man in white clothes stopped in the shadow of the cave, looked at the abnormal god sleeping underground, and said in a low voice: Tear this carefully forged perfection to pieces with me.
When the holy Buddha tears his cassocks to pieces in public and rebels against the order of the heavens.
The rusty bone divine skeleton broke through the century-old seal, and the divinity was completely awakened.
In the noise of the collapsed electronic Buddha, the world got a glimpse of the ultimate truth:
The despised grotesque aberration is the world's only true holy origin;
The perfect Buddha's light that is enshrined is a century-old fake that slaughters all living beings.
Rotted flowers and rusty bones, deformed gods return to the world.
Purpose: Man-made perfection is a false illusion that imprisons all living beings. Accepting imperfections, embracing uniqueness, and being true to oneself is the eternal truth in the world.
