Chapter 230 - Small Book (2/2)

At that moment, he seemed to have turned back into an ordinary old man.

Wei Huo glanced at the ordinary notebook. It was closed, and its cover was black. There was not a single word on it. It looked very ordinary. A notebook with such a cover could be bought for five yuan at a stationery shop.

“Can I take a look at this notebook?” Wei Huo asked.

The old man said, “Sure.”

Wei Huo reached out with his hand. The notebook did not leave the stone table. It was just turned around, and then Wei Huo turned to the first page.

He read the content of the notebook. It was exactly the same as the copy of the Codex Revised Edition. However, the notebook was obviously thinner than the copy of the Codex Revised Edition. Wei Huo flipped through it and realized that this book could not be finished.

It was an Infinite Book that one could never be flipped to the end. Wei Huo flipped through it quickly. The law content in the Codex was soon over. Following that, names had been written one after another. The first names had been written in a traditional font with a brush.

Wei Huo kept flipping through the notebook. He did not know when the names had started becoming simplified. The blue, red, and black words were also not the same. That meant that many people had written other people’s names in the notebook.

In the end, Wei Huo stopped flipping through the pages when he saw three names: Gao Huo, Golden Armor, and Xiao Qian.

The difference of a single word could reverse everything. That was how simple stories typically were.

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 fountain pen in his hand and said, “Please write my name down in the notebook.”

Wei Huo did not take the pen. His goal was not to become the new ruler of the city. His goal was to completely refine this nomological creation and make it his own. He wanted to turn the Codex into the Book of Death.

The old man placed the brush on the stone table and said, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for over 50 years. I can’t write anymore.”

The old man seemed to think of Wei Huo as his heir. He then added, “A long time ago, I barged into this huge stone array and tried to change everything by myself. However, I eventually became a member of this cycle.”

At that moment, Wei Huo said, “The real method 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 knows this. However, if you stop writing, this world will be destroyed.”

Wei Huo knew what the old man meant. If people realized that the law no longer punished people who committed crimes, the resentment and anger accumulated in their hearts would be released in an instant. There would only be one outcome: Everything would end.

However, Wei Huo, who practiced the Dao of Nirvana, was used to seeing things end. Everything in the world would come to an end eventually. Everything would wither away. The planet under his feet would die, the sun hanging high in the sky would die, and the universe and the world would also die one day.

Everything in the world would die, but it would also be reborn. There would be no construction if the world was not destroyed. This was reincarnation.

That was why Wei Huo did something. He tore off every page of the notebook. However, this notebook was limitless. Even after he tore so many pages, the book did not become thinner.

The old man watched Wei Huo tear off the book silently. He did not say anything. He only sighed softly.

Wei Huo threw the torn pages away and said softly, “I’ll destroy it.”