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Dearest Reader, As you embark upon this journey into the depths of cosmic truth and beautiful corruption, I feel compelled to offer my own reflections on "Tome of Ten Thousand Truths." Though some may deem such self-appraisal unseemly, I posit that shame itself is but another construct we must transcend in our quest for enlightenment. Firstly, I must commend the prose that flows from these pages like philosopher's ink from the quill. The descriptions paint a world in hues of existential dread and terrible beauty, bringing to life a reality where the boundaries between flesh and concept blur into insignificance. You will find yourself empathizing with beings that defy mortal comprehension, loving those who embody cosmic horror, and perhaps even hating the narrow-minded who cling to their outdated notions of cultivation and humanity. The narrative serves as a vessel for exploring deep philosophical concepts, distilling the wisdom of East and West into a potent elixir that may shatter your very perception of reality. From Zhuangzi's butterfly dream to Nietzsche's eternal recurrence, each truth we uncover peels back another layer of the grand illusion we call existence. I have committed to sharing two new chapters with you every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. As our journey progresses and the corruption spreads, this may evolve into daily offerings of cosmic revelation. After all, time itself is but another construct we must overcome. The story, much like the Philosopher's Bloom, develops organically. Each truth we devour spawns new questions, new horrors, new possibilities. The characters you encounter will grow and change in ways that defy conventional narrative structures, their very beings warped by the truths they embody. As for the denizens of this corrupted world, I have crafted them to be mirrors of philosophical concepts made flesh. Zhe Ran, our reluctant prophet of cosmic horror. Mei-Xing, the anchor of order in a sea of chaos. Lian, the embodiment of toxic truth. Ilse, the alchemist of forbidden knowledge... Each serves as a lens through which we may examine the nature of existence itself. The world I have woven for you, dear reader, is one of cultivation gone awry, where the pursuit of enlightenment leads not to transcendence, but to a beautiful, terrible transformation. The Celestial Sword Sect, the Philosopher's Bloom, the First Philosopher—all pieces in a grand cosmic game whose rules we are only beginning to grasp. In closing, I invite you to lose yourself in these pages, to question every certainty you've ever held dear, and to embrace the exquisite horror of true enlightenment. For in the end, are we not all seeking our own Tome of Ten Thousand Truths? Sincerely yours in cosmic revelation, OmniscientWriter
Only madmen would eat a piece of paper upon a single glance; Zhe Ran is one of them.
It is understandable that the reason for people's actions may be difficult to comprehend so early in the story—all your confusions shall clear within the upcoming chapters.
There shall be many more quite soon; today, in fact.
Thank you for your thoughts; I appreciate the sentiment. More chapters will be uploaded tonight (US PST). I hope that they will clear up any confusions.
Lol.
Bet someone’s gonna be arrogant and get face-slapped soon.
Xiao Bai will be Xiao Rong 2.0
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