Sunlight shone through the skylight and shone on the old man. From this angle, he looked like an ordinary old man. His hair was white, and his face was covered in wrinkles.
He looked very ordinary. Wei Huo walked up to the old man invisibly.
The moment Wei Huo saw the notebook, he understood everything. This ordinary notebook was the Codex. There was Rule Power flowing in the book. Anyone whose name was written in it had to abide by the laws of the Codex forever. Otherwise, they would die. Wei Huo nodded and said, "Wei Huo, this is the Codex.
That was the rule.
Wei Huo arrived in front of the old man and looked into his eyes. He really wanted to know what the person who ruled the entire city with a pen looked like. He wanted to know how sharp his eyes were. Was a real emperor like this? Wei Huo walked in front of the old man and saw his eyes.
Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were calm. There was even a hint of kindness in them. He was an ordinary old man. He could not be any more ordinary, but the burden on his shoulders was not ordinary at all.
The old man waited for about three minutes. He seemed to be thinking, but he also seemed to be thinking about nothing. Three minutes was not long, but it was very precious to the old man. The moment of peace he could enjoy was probably the three minutes before he started writing.
Not thinking about anything was actually a very happy thing …
Then, the old man picked up the fountain pen.
At that moment, the old man's eyes suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see every corner of the city through the stone table.
Without a doubt, the fountain pen was just an ordinary fountain pen. There was nothing special about it. In fact, because it had been written for a long time, it was shining from the friction, and the paint on its surface had fallen off.
However, the old man who had picked up the pen seemed to have become a God at that moment. The aura on his body emitted made the small world turn into a Divine Realm.
How could a person's temperament change so drastically after picking up the pen? It was probably because the moment he picked up the pen, countless people's fates were tied to the old man's hands.
The old man took off the pen cap, revealing the golden tip of the pen. The tip of the pen flickered with golden light, and there were beautiful patterns carved on it. There was a gap between the tip of the pen, and black ink began to slowly fall from the gap. Finally, it filled the gap, and the golden tip of the pen was divided into two parts by the black ink.
Then, the old man picked up his pen, looked at the information on the side, and began to write down names in his notebook.
The old man did not write quickly, but his strokes were heavy. Every stroke was written with extreme seriousness because this name would decide a person's fate.
Wei Huo walked over and sat opposite the old man. He saw the old man writing down new names in his notebook. After he finished writing the names, the ink would quickly dry up. A faint ink fragrance would be emitted as the water evaporated. It had the effect of focusing one's mind and being eye-catching.
However, when the old man wrote the tenth and a half name, he suddenly stopped. Wei Huo's figure had appeared.
The old man paused. His continuous aura was suddenly cut off, and his eyes flickered. In the end, he became calm and peaceful. He lifted the pen, but he did not write the remaining half of the name. He covered the pen with the cap and looked up at Wei Huo calmly. The old man was stunned. Wei Huo nodded.
The old man saw Wei Huo's eyes. They were a pair of eyes that represented nirvanic extermination. They were like bottomless abyss.
The old man understood everything when he saw those eyes.
The old man closed his notebook and put away his pen. Then, he walked to the side and poured two cups of tea. He placed one cup on the stone table in front of Wei Huo.
"Please have some tea," the old man said calmly.
At that moment, he seemed to have returned to being an ordinary old man.
Wei Huo glanced at the ordinary notebook. The notebook was closed, and its cover was black. There was not a single word on it. It looked really ordinary. A notebook with this kind of cover could be bought at a stationery store for five yuan. Wei Huo looked at the notebook.
"Can I take a look at this notebook?" Wei Huo asked.
The old man said, "Sure."
Wei Huo reached out. The notebook did not leave the stone table. It only turned around and opened the first page.
Wei Huo had read the contents of the notebook. It was exactly the same as the Codex Revised Edition. However, this notebook was obviously thinner than the Codex Revised Edition. Wei Huo kept flipping through the pages and realized that he could not finish the book.
This was an Infinite Book that could never be finished. Wei Huo flipped through it very quickly. He soon finished flipping through the laws in the Codex. Next, names appeared one after another. The first names were even written in traditional Chinese with a brush.
Wei Huo kept flipping through the pages. He did not know where the names had started, but the names had turned into simplified characters. Then, the names were blue, red, and black. The fonts were also different. This meant that many people had written other people's names in this notebook.
In the end, Wei Huo stopped flipping because he saw three names. 'Gao Huo', 'Golden Armor', and 'Xiao Qian'.
The difference of one word had reversed everything. Stories were often that simple.
One wrong word had changed everything. It had changed the fate of the notebook, the old man's fate, and the city's fate.
The old man understood everything. He handed over the pen in his hand and said, "Please write my name in the notebook."
Wei Huo did not take the pen. His goal was not to become the new controller of the city. His goal was to completely refine this nomological creation and use it for himself. He wanted to turn the Codex into the Book of Death.
The old man placed the pen on the stone table and said, "I've been waiting for this moment for over 50 years. I'm old and can't write anymore …"
The old man seemed to treat Wei Huo as his successor. He added, "A long time ago, I barged into the stone array like this. I tried to change everything with my own strength, but in the end, I still became a member of this reincarnation."
At that moment, Wei Huo said, "The real law should exist in people's hearts. People respect it, but they are not afraid of it."
The old man lifted his head and said slowly, "Everyone understands this principle. However, if we stop writing, this world will perish."
Wei Huo knew what the old man meant. If he stopped writing and people realized that the rules would no longer punish those who broke the law, the dissatisfaction and anger in people's hearts would be released in an instant. There would only be one outcome. Everything would end.
However, Wei Huo, who cultivated the Dao of Nirvana, was already used to seeing the end. Everything in this world would come to an end. Everything would die. The planet under his feet would die, and the sun hanging high in the sky would die. The universe and the world would also die one day. Wei Huo's eyes lit up.
Everything in the world would die, but it would also be reborn. There could be no construction without destruction. This was reincarnation.
That was why Wei Huo did something. He tore off every page of the notebook. The notebook was an Infinite Book. Even after tearing off so many pages, the book did not become thinner.
The old man watched Wei Huo tear off the pages quietly. He did not say anything. He only sighed softly.
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