bookrebus Chapter 745 The Book of Purple
Chapter 745 The Book of Purple
He took a deep breath and delivered the worst news:
"They have adjusted their deployment. The Fifth Divine Punishment is about to leave his original area of operation and is ordered to head west to join the 'Fire Lord'."
His gaze swept over Zhang Leiyuan's suddenly solemn face, finally settling on Zhang Heng, who was holding his breath, and he said, word by word:
"Their goal was clear—to join forces to wipe me out. To completely remove me, this 'nail' that had taken root in the Northwest and held something they feared."
Zhang Heng's brows were already tightly furrowed. He felt the same sense of oppression that Xing Wence had described.
Despite the defeat of the Fourth Divine Punishment at the hands of Li Guanjun, the arrogance of the Creation Palace did not diminish in the slightest. On the contrary, it intensified, becoming even more rampant and its plans even more far-reaching.
Now, they even have to mobilize two Divine Punishers to concentrate their forces against Xing Wence!
"So, I'm in a very passive position right now, and time is running out." Xing Wence's voice was resolute, filled with a do-or-die determination.
"I desperately need to increase my strength, break the existing balance, and at least be able to protect myself against the combined attack of the two Divine Punishers, or even... retaliate!"
His gaze became intense and resolute as he looked at Zhang Leiyuan, and then at Zhang Heng:
"The fastest way is to acquire new, powerful mythical beast companions as a trump card and a variable. I need power strong enough to turn the tide of battle!"
A brief silence fell over the office, with only the soft glow emanating from the emerald green stone slabs flowing silently.
The aroma of tea remained, but the atmosphere was completely different, filled with a tense feeling of impending storm.
Zhang Leiyuan slowly put down the teacup, the ceramic making a soft "click" sound as it touched the wooden coffee table.
He raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, and looked at Xing Wence.
"Speak, Old Xing..."
Zhang Leiyuan's voice was steady and powerful, carrying the decisiveness of an East China champion.
"What do you need us to do? What's the target?"
Xing Wence felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at Zhang Leiyuan's decisive and unwavering acceptance.
He took a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions, but the fleeting gratitude and relief in his eyes behind his glasses could not escape the notice of the two perceptive people present.
He nodded slightly; he remembered this favor.
"The Grass-type legendary Pokémon I'm about to capture, or rather... it might be closer to the future timeline. The clue lies within it."
Xing Wence said in a deep voice, his tone a mixture of certainty and a hint of caution in the face of the unknown.
As he spoke, he took out a metal sphere about the size of a fist, with a matte dark gray finish, from the side pocket of his tactical backpack.
The sphere's surface was perfectly smooth and seamless, with only a tiny, almost imperceptible indentation at the top. He gently pressed his thumb into that indentation.
"Om..."
A very faint, yet distinctive start-up beeping sound, characteristic of high-precision machinery, rang out.
Immediately afterwards, the sphere gracefully unfolded and floated outwards like a petal, revealing a rhomboid crystal at its core that was suspended and rotating, constantly projecting tiny particles of light.
The next moment, above the tea table, countless particles of light rapidly converged and wove together, and the outline of a thick book transformed from indistinct to solid, becoming clearly visible.
It was a book with an extremely old-fashioned appearance, even tattered.
Its cover is a deep, dark purple leather that looks like it has been weathered by time, with severely worn edges that reveal a light-colored lining underneath.
The original gold-stamped or embossed patterns and text in the center of the cover have now faded and peeled off, leaving only the outlines of some complex, swirling vine-like patterns and the remnants of an abstract symbol resembling a sun or an eye.
The books don't feel like well-preserved classics from a library; they're more like relics unearthed from the depths of some damp, ancient ruin, exuding a mysterious and weathered aura.
Zhang Heng's gaze was fixed on the ancient book projected in 3D, and his heart skipped a beat.
A strong sense of déjà vu struck him. The book's style, its mysterious purple color, its dilapidated appearance... unfamiliar, yet stirring up a vague echo deep within his memory.
"This book...I'm absolutely certain I've seen it somewhere before!"
His mind was in turmoil as he rapidly searched through the vast game memory database from another world.
"The Pokémon world... a key item related to books... not a trainer's guide, not a TM instruction manual... it's a story-driven... purple book?"
"That's right! The Book of Purple!"
He almost blurted it out, but reason held him back.
He couldn't explain why he could recognize the origin of this unique ancient book at a glance.
He could only force himself to maintain a calm exterior, but his slightly constricted pupils and subconsciously held breath still betrayed a hint of inner turmoil.
Xing Wence was unaware of the turmoil raging in Zhang Heng's heart; his attention was entirely focused on the projection.
He stretched out his slender finger and gently tapped the cover of the floating purple ancient book from a distance.
As if receiving precise instructions, the 3D projection slowly turned the cover of the tattered "Book of Purple" backward, the movement carrying a smooth yet unrealistic lightness unique to the virtual world.
The first page that catches the eye is even more shocking.
The page itself has a fragile texture that looks like it has been damp and then dried. It is covered with yellowish-brown water stains and mold, with curled and broken edges, and even holes in many places.
The writing on it is neither the common language of China nor any common international language, but a strange writing system with unique strokes and a compact structure, full of exotic and ancient atmosphere, ahead of the understanding of the real world.
In the center of this tattered page, with its illegible handwriting, is an equally blurry illustration.
Due to its age and poor preservation, the details of the painting have been severely lost, and only a rough outline can be barely discerned.
It resembled a slightly elliptical carapace, composed of many tiny hexagons tightly joined together, quietly placed in the center of the picture.
There seemed to be some incomprehensible traces of energy flow or environmental background around, but they were all blurred.
"This is an original ancient book that I finally managed to borrow from the old man of the Min family after much pleading and begging..."
Xing Wence's voice rang out at the right time, explaining the origin of the projection, his tone filled with respect for that archaeological giant.
"The Min family's authority in archaeology and historical documents is top-notch in the world. What they collect and endorse is by no means unfounded, but often points to lost history or unproven mysterious existence."
“I used a high-precision scanner to record the entire contents of the book, and what we see now is a projected copy of the scanned data.”