Total Dark Manuscript

——Do you think Journey to the West is about learning Buddhist scriptures? No, it's about copying. The Three Realms are a piece of paper. All things are words on paper. Some people wrote the manuscript, some copied the rules, and some people lived in the ink and thought they were human beings. Ji Xuan is a casual cultivator. Twenty-four years old. There is a golden elixir embedded in the left eye, and the golden elixir is covered with a shell that cannot be removed - original manuscript. Stuffed in the shell was the remnant soul of a woman, remembering her name for him. His right arm was completely dark. So dark that you can't see the bottom. If it touches any inscription, it will swallow it. It doesn't light up even if you swallow it, like a well that can never be filled. He thought he was a cultivator. Later I discovered that I was the words on the paper. Later, I discovered that there was a pen above the writing pen, and there was a writing person above the person copying the rules. Level five. Read. Print. Change. Wipe. Inverse. Each level is a step deeper into the manuscript. Each step peels off a layer of skin. Reaching the final level, he erased himself from the definition of the manuscript—becoming an undefined existence on paper. Then he squatted on the white paper and watched the three realms grow on their own. The grass grows. Insects crawl. Water sloshes. The wind blows. There are no inscriptions, no rules, no author. He watched. ——A person who lived for hundreds of years on a piece of paper written by someone else finally wrote the word "" on the white paper.