A few simple poems naturally posed no challenge for Lu Youqi. Once he had finished reciting them, the eyeball floated up again and flew toward the top of the library.
After a while, it returned. An ancient-looking book was wrapped around the writhing optic nerve suspended behind it. The eyeball gently placed the book before them. "This is the knowledge you seek."
Mo Ling hurriedly looked at the cover. The book's outer layer was made from a special material. It looked like metal, yet felt soft. The entire book was bronze-green, as if it had rusted.
After examining it for a while, Mo Ling noticed something strange. The "rust" on the book was actually surging like algae floating on water, continuously rippling with the waves. At times, it formed mysterious patterns; at others, it dissolved into disorder.
"What kind of book is this?" Mo Ling could not help asking. He had not seen a title on the cover.
"It has no name," the eyeball replied flatly. "But the knowledge you need is within it."
"No name?"
"Yes. It cannot be described by an orderly name. Any specific summary would restrict its changes. I came up with many names for it, but none of them fit. Later, I realized that since external definitions did not suit it, I might as well leave it undefined and let it exist namelessly."
The eyeball had spoken a long string of baffling words, making Mo Ling even more curious about the book.
"Shall we open it?" Mo Ling asked Lu Youqi beside him.
Lu Youqi looked toward the Little Sprite, who gave a slight nod as well.
Knowledge, of course, could only be gained after reading...
So Lu Youqi placed a hand on the cover, hooked his fingertips beneath the bronze-green outer layer, and gently