I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1140 Book of Chaos
It was just a few simple poems, which certainly could not stump Route. After reciting them, the eyeball floated up again and flew towards the top of the library.

After a while, it came back, with an ancient book wrapped around its squirming optic nerve. The eyeball gently placed the book in front of everyone: "This is the knowledge you want."

Mo Ling quickly looked at the cover of the book. The outer cover was made of a special material, like metal, but it had a soft feel. The whole book was copper green, as if it was rusted.

After looking at it for a while, Mo Ling discovered something strange again. The "rust" on the book was actually surging, just like the algae floating on the water. It was constantly rippling with the waves, sometimes forming mysterious patterns and sometimes falling into disorder.

"What book is this?" Mo Ling couldn't help but ask. He didn't see the title of the book on the cover.

"It has no name." The eyeball replied calmly, "But the knowledge you need is within it."

"no name?"

"Well, it cannot be described by an orderly name. Specific generalizations will limit its changes. I have thought of many names for it, but none of them are suitable. Later, I realized that since external definitions are not suitable for it, I simply don't define it and let it exist in this way without a name."

Eyeball said a long and confusing sentence, which made Mo Ling even more curious about the book.

"Open it and take a look?" Mo Ling asked Lu Qi who was standing beside him.

The router looked at the elf on the other side, and the elf nodded slightly.

Knowledge, of course, can only be obtained after reading...

So, Lu Qi touched the cover of the book, hooked the copper-green outer cover with his fingertips, and gently opened the strange book.

What Mo Ling didn't expect was that when the book was opened, the copper-green color seemed to be completely out of control. It was like a huge wave. Countless "algae" surged out as the book was opened. The copper-green smoke instantly occupied the area around the book and began to spread to other places...

"What is this?"

Before Mo Ling could react, the copper-green smoke rushed towards him and quickly enveloped him.

His vision shuttled through the smoke, and he could only see countless intertwined "rust marks". Most of the time, these rust marks were chaotic, spreading randomly in the air, but at certain moments, they would happen to form some regular patterns.

After being enveloped by the smoke, Mo Ling suddenly had an epiphany. He seemed to understand what those rusty patterns were...

“It’s words!”

Those rust marks are words!
The rolling verdigris covered everything, but Mo Ling understood at this moment.

“Is this how this book is to be read?”

However, those words are floating everywhere, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and it is impossible to form complete sentences. How can I read them?
Mo Ling stared at the words intently, moving back and forth in the copper green.

What he didn't notice was that while he was focusing on these words, his body disappeared, the router and the elf beside him also disappeared, the table disappeared, the bookshelf disappeared, the entire library disappeared, leaving only a surging verdigris.

Mo Ling's attention had been completely drawn to the completely unclear words. The harder he tried to see them, the farther they drifted away from him. He could only follow them, spinning around in the copper green. The more he tried to figure out the meaning of the words, the more confused he became.

After wandering in the copper green for an unknown amount of time, Mo Ling suddenly came to his senses and looked towards the "back", only to find that his vision had gone too far and he had long been lost in this green turbulence.

He couldn't find himself anymore...

Except for the still wandering "vision", all perceptions disappeared. He forgot where he was, could not feel his body, could not hear any sound, could not smell any smell, and even the sense of gravity disappeared. He didn't know which was the sky and which was the earth. His direction was completely disordered.

"How could this be?"

Mo Ling suddenly couldn't remember how long he had been lost in this copper green.

Is it a few minutes? A few hours? A few days? A few years? A few hundred years?

Time seemed to pass with the rolling of smoke, but it also seemed as if it had not passed at all. Mo Ling suddenly found that he had lost his concept of time. It was as if a stone was suddenly stuck in his brain, making him forget how long a second was and how long a minute was. He thought frantically, but time became more and more chaotic.

"What's wrong with me?"

He still had consciousness and could remember what happened before.

A copper-green smoke surged out of the book, and then...

"Was I included in the book?"

"So the words I saw were the words in the book?"

But why are those words floating around randomly, one after another, unclear and impossible to grasp?
What exactly is recorded in this book?
According to Eyeball, as long as they read this book, they will be able to obtain the knowledge on how to bypass the Abyss. However, in this book, there is only a green chaos. Where is the knowledge?
Now, not only can we not acquire knowledge, we can’t even get out.

His vision seemed to have become a rootless duckweed, wandering in the chaos. There was only endless copper-green smoke around him, and even his consciousness became more and more chaotic.

I pursued aimlessly, and when I saw words, I followed them foolishly, breaking through the mist, and fell into confusion again. When the next word appeared, I followed it again blankly...

Mo Ling is now in this state. He doesn't know why he is so obsessed with those words. Maybe it's because those words are the only orderly things in this chaos. He wants to grasp this "order" and get out of the chaos.

However, such behavior made him even more confused, and he completely became a headless fly, spinning around in this messy copper green.

Bumping around like this, Mo Ling had no idea how many words he had bumped into. The words were blurry and the strokes were a little awkward. What was even stranger was that as long as he thought about the structure of the words carefully, the words he remembered in his mind would start to "dance".

As the characters danced, the structure of the entire text fell apart, and each stroke ran to a different place.

The horizontal line turned into a caterpillar and crawled away, the vertical line rushed into the sky like a rocket, the left-falling stroke fell to the ground and rolled farther and farther, the right-falling stroke laughed so hard that it fell down in the smoke and was rolled to an unknown place, and the dot stood high up and watched the chaotic scene, gradually turning into dark green ink and slowly fading away...

(End of this chapter)