The two people and two animals continued reading, but the Origin Codex had very limited records on the Prometheus Domain. The rest was all text describing its scenery.
It existed within the Seventh Dimension. Its observable and comprehensible form was said to be a massive planet, with beautiful pale blue land and energy storms shrouding it year-round.
It possessed a huge, elongated satellite, described in the book as looking like a floating turd or a bitter melon orbiting through space. It was incredibly ugly, yet its name was "Paradise."
According to the Record Keeper's deduction, no one remained in the Prometheus Domain, because the Hands of Creation had already left that cradle and entered Hypertime to work.
That was more or less all there was to it. As mentioned before, this book was merely "comprehensive." It was not omniscient; it depended on what the Record Keeper had entered into it.
Clearly, that skeleton in the spacesuit only knew this much. He had already written down everything he knew, and the intelligence Su Ming and the others could see today was all the intelligence he possessed.
Furthermore, the records were full of terms like "it is said," "rumored," and "possibly," which showed that the man had never been to the Prometheus Domain himself.
So there was no route explaining how to get there, nor were there any precise coordinates. All they knew was that it lay within Hypertime, at the edge of the Omniverse, and within the Seventh Dimension—the intersection of those three concepts.
That was the intelligence currently available to them. Next came analyzing it, making some reasonable guesses, and then taking action.
"Slade, do you think those three brothers know the way to their mother's hometown?" Having finished the book, Bobo looked up at Deathstroke before him, the Light