Nightmare Light

Chapter 293 The Infinite Book

Lin Wang's reaction was remarkably quick.

The instant the Blood Bishop stabbed himself in the neck, he had already summoned a block of ice, which appeared on the woman's neck in an instant.

But it was only then that he realized that the Blood Cult did not need to completely release all the blood in their bodies when they spat out blood.

That's more like a "symbolic act." As long as the two elements of "stabbing" and "bleeding" are met, the Blood Cult can escape the body.

She instantly shrank and collapsed—becoming an empty pile of clothes.

"Damn it! She got away again!" Cang's voice was filled with shame. "The Northerners, I didn't expect this..."

Lin Wang shook his head: "It's not your fault. I didn't expect the Blood Cult to escape like this either."

Previously, although he left a spark on the apostle and followed the spark here, he did not personally witness the apostle stabbing him—the process of reincarnation—so he was unaware of this process.

Now, the Blood Bishop has escaped right under their noses using the same method. It can only be said that these cultists' methods are truly bizarre and unpredictable.

Fortunately, she kept her things.

Lin Wang turned his head and looked at the large book in the center of the room, and the blood-red ball of light floating in mid-air next to the book.

"Is this the book? The Book of Infinity?" Lin Wang asked curiously, looking at the book in front of him.

"This thing is dangerous, don't touch it." Cang floated closer to the book: "Let me take a look."

Lin Wang agreed with Wenqu Jun's statement—after all, this was the creation of a great ruler.

An ancient artifact, a creation of a great ruler.

Its origin and manufacturer are unknown.

Even the purpose of creating this thing is unclear—it's unlike the tree fern or the white fire. The former is a tool used by a world ruler to control the world, equivalent to the root server of the internet.

The latter, however, is essentially the primordial power of an evil god.

But the Book of Infinity is different; it is a tool created by a mysterious great lord.

The creation of any prop is always accompanied by some purpose.

What was the purpose of that mysterious ruler in creating this book? And what is its function?
Will there be any danger?

The god of knowledge possesses all knowledge and has studied this book for a long time; his understanding of it is far deeper than mine.

Lin Wang stepped aside.

Cangfei stepped forward, waving its tentacles, but did not rush to touch it. Instead, it flew around the book cautiously.

"Oh...I see...Interesting, very interesting."

His tone was melodious and rhythmic.

A few seconds later, He raised one of His tentacles: "This is not the original, but a counterfeit copy."

Lin Wang was very curious: "The power contained in this book is so great, how did you figure it out so quickly?"

"It's written on the cover, you see—The Book of Infinity, Copy—Second Revised Edition."

"..." Lin Wang's lips twitched.

This crazy, eccentric brain of his is beyond saving.

Since the book is just a fake, he has nothing to be afraid of.

Lin Wang walked up to the book and flipped through it casually.

He discovered that every page of the book was blank and faintly glowing.

“The Book of Infinity doesn’t contain any direct information; you need to communicate with it using your mental power,” Cang explained from the side. “But I don’t think that’s a good idea—the book might contain some kind of danger.”

Lin Wang nodded: "You're right, we should be more cautious."

Then he placed his hand on the page.

Wenqujun was taken aback: "What are you doing! I just told you to be careful!"

"I was careful. Didn't you see how carefully I pressed it on?" Lin Wang said casually, and began to mobilize his mental energy to try to establish communication with the book.

It wasn't that Lin Wang was reckless. He had already given it careful consideration—this was just a fake, and its power was destined to be much weaker than the original.

If cultists of ordinary origin can use this fake item without it breaking apart, instead of it exploding into pieces with a "bang," then they have no reason to be afraid of this thing.

He tried to put his mental energy into the book.

The next second, a screen full of glaringly bright red characters suddenly appeared on the book pages—

caveat!

warn!warn!
Unauthorized visitor!
Unauthorized visitor!
……

Lin Wang's expression remained unchanged; he had already anticipated this situation—this made sense—it would be incomprehensible if a divine creation of this caliber lacked even the most basic security measures.

A ball of white fire flowed into the book along with the spiritual energy and quickly located the "firewall".

Thanks to the tree fern, he is now more familiar with the "data logic" of a divine creation than anyone else in the world.

He seemed as familiar as a programming guru with a gleaming bald head.

The Blood Cult members designed a firewall for the "visitor" access settings, but in Lin Wang's eyes, that firewall looked like a ridiculous defensive line made by a group of elementary school students using wooden desks and chairs, trying to block the headmaster with it.

Lin Wang broke through the firewall with almost no effort and blocked the guest function.

Then he continued on.

His mental energy began to advance deeper into the data channel—

Since this book is a fake, it must possess the ability to exchange data with the genuine article...

By following the clues, we can find the real culprit...

He found it.

Lin Wang was overjoyed and used his spiritual power to gradually probe the other side of the passage.

The next second, the book suddenly trembled.

Then that passage was completely shut down.

At the same time, the pages of the book were filled with "errors," and no more content could be displayed.

Lin Wang stared blankly at the page.

Cang leaned in from the side: "...It's broken?"

"broken."

How did you break it?

"Would you believe me if I said I only touched it and it broke?"

"..." Cang curled his tentacles and shook them from side to side. "Forget it, it's just a fake anyway. The Divine Blood Society probably has a copy for every bishop—we still need to find the real thing... What are you doing now?"

Before Cang could finish his sentence, he saw Lin Wang put his hand on the book again: "Isn't this book all broken?"

"Yes, but even if the creations of the gods are broken, there is still a lot of information that can be extracted."

Lin Wang said.

"Moreover, in some ways, without the main source, it is actually more convenient for me to search for information."

Retrieve the logs.

Retrieve recent access records.

A few seconds later, the Blood Bishop's recent usage records of the book appeared before Lin Wang and Cang.

“Crimson purification…a technology to block divine pollution…how to extract the pollution resistance from the blood…” Wenqujun read from the interview log, his tone gradually becoming serious, “What are they planning to do…”

Suddenly, He saw something and asked in a slightly confused tone, "Skin whitening? What's that?"

“…That’s not important.”

(End of this chapter)