The old sage's eyes flickered as he said, "If you want to return, you must obtain the Book of Evil Spirits. But where is your book?"
"Didn't you come to this era together with the book?"
"The book?"
Ash froze at those words.
When he had been sucked into the passage, he had indeed been holding the book. But amid the violent airflow and while he was suspended in the air—
the book had long since slipped from his grasp and flown off somewhere unknown.
He did not even know whether it had fallen into this era.
"I can sense that the book is in this era," Wu Heng said softly.
"Yes. We can use divination to locate the book, but Evil Spirits will be guarding wherever it landed, so you'll need to retrieve it," the old sage said.
"Then what are we waiting for? Divine its location already," Ash urged impatiently.
The old man then took out several objects resembling clay jars and wooden plaques, arranging them repeatedly across the table while muttering under his breath.
The wooden plaques actually began jumping on their own.
At that moment, Wu Heng released his Nightmare Power. He could sense that the force controlling the slight movements of the plaques was weak, yet it originated from this world.
It was like manipulating the world's code and using a search engine to conduct a query.
This sort of search could only locate certain specific things, and the Book of Evil Spirits happened to be one of them, since it was a defining feature of this world.
Or rather, it was a special form produced by the distortion of some Origin Sea.
The ordinary Intangible Form creatures that should have been born from the Origin Sea of this story world had undergone a malformed