At this moment, the ancient book is surrounded by countless dark red flesh tendrils, with the mother hive exerting its full effort to infiltrate it with its own corrupt will, attempting to digest and assimilate it. However, the surface of the ancient book is always rippling with a weak yet indomitable halo. That halo is pure, vast, filled with order and reason, like an insurmountable natural barrier, stubbornly resisting the erosion of the rust force.
Each pulsation of the mother hive dims the halo slightly. Each flicker of the halo purifies the rusted flesh that approaches into nothingness.
This is a silent yet extremely perilous tug-of-war.
The guidance of Fire leads inevitably to this object! The divine court's Dao Collection Hall, with billions of volumes and scrolls, has its true core—the source and ultimate summary of all Dao and logic—in such an apparently ordinary ancient book!
