Nightmare Light

Chapter 288 Wenqujun

Tangsheng City, outside Lushan Mountain, in the mountains and forests.

A tall man stands on the ground, a slender girl hangs from a tree, and a big-headed girl beats a fallen man with a whip and stones.

If a novelist dared to write such a passage, he would at least be sent to a mental hospital for a few days of electrocution, starting with 250 volts.

But now, in the forests outside Deer Mountain, all of this is happening in real life, and the facts are even more absurd than described in words—that brain can talk!

"Hypnosis!"

After using physical hypnosis to knock the man in the black and red robe unconscious, Da Naozi said to Lin Wang and Tian Taozi, "We met before at the Federal Library."

Lin Wang tried hard to recall, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind. He then remembered that there was a plain-looking man in the library who had no distinguishing features...

"I remember now! That day, someone brushed past us and smiled at us!"

Lin Wang said.

My brain bobbed up and down for a moment, then I said with certainty, "Yes, that's me."

Tian Taozi, hanging contorted in a crooked position from the tree, exclaimed in a startled tone, "Ah! So your plastic surgery wasn't very successful!"

"Ah, I'm so sorry you're not satisfied with my appearance." The big-headed creature coiled a tentacle in front of it, examining it for a while. "I'm quite satisfied with this form, though; I don't need to worry about the skin..."

Lin Wang's face twitched: "Let's put that aside for now, who exactly are you?"

"My name is Cang."

“You know that’s not the name I’m asking about.” Lin Wang looked straight at it, or rather, at it, his tone was calm, a flash of fire in his eyes disappearing in an instant.

"Ah...you really can see my true form...so, you really have inherited something...I understand." The big, gray one, with two tentacles coiled up, tied a knot in front of him, making a gesture similar to "crossing his arms over his chest".

He said to the two of them, “Then, let me formally introduce myself… My original name is Cang, a sovereign-level deity, the god of knowledge and wisdom, whose divine title is Wenqu Jun… I used to be.”

Wenqujun? A deity of the highest rank?!

Lin Wang felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment: "Wenqujun... but why have you become like this?"

"It's a long story."

Cang said, "I'm sorry, the circumstances were special at the time, and I had to erase your memories..."

“The Blood Cult was trying to capture me at the time—these crazy, merciless people would attack anyone who might know anything about me, so I had to erase the memories of those who saw me.”

Lin Wang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.

"Of course, you've become very capable now. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't do it anymore."

After apologizing to the two, Cang fell into a long silence, seemingly sorting out his thoughts.

Having experienced a long past and the hardships of hiding and fleeing, Lin Wang understood this feeling, so he didn't urge him but simply waited quietly.

More than a minute later, still in the "arms crossed" position, He spoke—

"Um, can anyone help me? My hands are tangled together and I can't get them free." With a snap, the branch that Tian Taozi was on broke off and fell to the ground.

Lin Wang's face stiffened as he stepped forward to help Cang untangle two tentacles that were intertwined—the tentacles felt like finished leather to the touch.

The floating, giant brain coiled up a tentacle: "Thanks, I'm still getting used to this form... Where were we?"

"They said the Blood Cult arrested you, and you went into hiding everywhere."

“Yes, in the past hundred years, the Divine Blood Cult has captured many immortals and gods, and they are also looking for me everywhere.” Cang’s tentacle twitched up and down.

"What?! Capturing immortals and gods?"

Normally speaking, a mortal who can cultivate to the Venerable level is already an extremely powerful person—the vast majority of mortal powerhouses will stop there in their lifetime, and only a few powerhouses can break through this shackle and reach the level of immortals.

Even so... immortals and gods are not mindless beasts, how could they be captured by mortals at will?
Lin Wang felt an urge to immediately explore the place where the Divine Blood Sect imprisoned the gods, but he forced himself to suppress it—things had to be done step by step.

"You mean, these lunatics from the Divine Blood Cult are capturing 'immortals' and 'gods'? How do they have such power?!" Lin Wang frowned.

“I suspect that the Divine Blood Cult has obtained an ancient treasure, or at least a replica of it—a treasure that contains all knowledge—including the weaknesses of all immortals and gods,” Cang said.

At that moment, Tian Taozi picked up two pine cones from somewhere and held them up to Da Naozi. Da Naozi's two tentacles crossed in front of him with a whoosh: "What are you doing?"

"I want to give you a pair of glasses; you look strange like this."

"Thank you, I don't need the pine cones, but you're right... wait a moment." Cang declined Tian Taozi's pine cones, his brain folds twitched a few times, then with two "plop" sounds, two eyeballs squeezed out from between the folds and rolled left and right.

"That's much better now, isn't it?"

Lin Wang: “…”

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Lin Wang pulled Tian Taozi away and said to Da Naozi, "Alright, stop fooling around, let's get to the point. We're at a crucial moment—what is that ancient treasure?"

Cang pointed his tentacles and said, "The Book of Infinity."

“The Infinite…Book?” Lin Wang frowned. “This is not a name that can be given to an ordinary, mundane object.”

“That was not an ordinary thing,” Cang said. “I am the god of knowledge and wisdom. I know the vast majority of knowledge in this world, but if one day I write a book, it can only record most of the known knowledge in this world—it is not worthy of being called infinite.”

"Therefore, a book called infinity..."

He pointed at Lin Wang with one of his tentacles: "You inherited the tree fern, right? The creator of the Infinite Book and the master of the tree fern are at least at the same level—that is to say, the genuine Infinite Book is equivalent to a tree fern."

"These cultists possess a treasure equivalent to a tree fern?!" Lin Wang exclaimed in surprise.

“No, I believe they didn’t get the genuine product,” Cang said. “Otherwise, whatever they wanted to do… they would have succeeded long ago.”

Hearing this, Lin Wang understood a little why He always frequented places like libraries: "So your presence at the Federal Library and later at the Deer Mountain Library was all for..."

"That book couldn't possibly be hidden in a place like this, but I think there should be clues in a place like this." At this moment, the black-robed figure on the ground seemed to show signs of slowly waking up, but was hit on the head by Wenqujun with another stone and fainted again.

"Moreover, as the Lord of Wisdom, I always feel a sense of familiarity in such a place."

(End of this chapter)