These books seem ordinary, but when they are opened, the words inside look like eyes, and some books have tissues similar to muscles appear on the surface, which is also the result of the entanglement of the two ancient gods.

Therefore, most of these scholars who analyze books are not very normal.

They stared at the books in front of them with all their concentration, and turned a blind eye to them no matter what happened around them. Gradually, their eyes arose between illusion and reality, and they opened and closed from time to time to absorb the information in the books around them.

However, whenever these eyeballs begin to expand, the warning person who is paying attention to the changes of scholars changes back and hurriedly picked up the ringing bell in his hand, put it in the scholar's ear and shake it violently.

The sound of shaking the bell is very harsh, similar to a magic weapon against the soul. Swing it gently can make the three souls shake and the seven souls leave the body.

But when faced with such a voice, most of these scholars did not respond. Only the one who had the ringing bell in his ear could not help but turn his head.

The moment a scholar turns around, a tentacle between illusion and reality will fall in the air, pointing on the eyeball, causing it to collapse and expand, and finally turn into something like gems.

The warning signer who was shaking the bell next to him would bow his head to the figure floating in the air at the first time and said respectfully: "Thank you, Lord Great Sage!"

After saying that, he quickly picked up something that fell on the ground similar to a gem and stored it in a special container.

At the same time, seal the corresponding books with special tools.

As for the scholar whose gems were condensed from his body, after being separated from the influence of books, he collapsed on the ground, and his originally wise eyes became much more turbid.

Some scholars have dropped three or four gems at once due to a large number of eyeball mutations on their bodies, which instantly turned into dementia. The mouth was uncontrollably opened, and transparent liquid kept flowing out of their eyes, nostrils and mouths.

At this time, the warning person will take out the previously preserved gems and bow his head to the Great Sage in the air again: "I'm sorry for the Great Sage."

The great sage, wearing a black robe, with only the torso and head, lowered his head like a mechanical one, had no pupils, and had milky white eyes. He looked at each other with the scholar, and a faint blue fluorescence slowly emerged.

This thing is somewhat similar to the Dawn host, used to convey the brilliance of the information channel.

When the scholar's unsightly eyes look at him, he can restore a little intelligence, extend his hand, and swallow the gems one by one.

With the use of gems, the scholar's skin became a little dull, and tentacles between illusion and reality appeared on his chin. Of course, most of these tentacles collapsed at the moment of forming, scattering into phosphorescence, spreading around.

At this time, the great sage's chin, which had turned into tentacles, began to wave and swallow the phosphorescence.

Every bit of radiance can restore the limbs of the Great Sage slightly.

As for the price, it is that the scholar's wisdom and life have been permanently damaged.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Great Sage!"

The scholar who lost most of his life in an instant had gray hair and loose skin. The back of his trembling hands were covered with old man spots. He raised his head, looked at the great sage, and said tremblingly: "I've caused you trouble again."

"You are the savior who sacrificed your own wisdom for our civilization and chose to sacrifice your own wisdom. I am just a scavenger lying on you. What qualifications do you have to say that you have caused trouble for me?"

It seems that because of absorbing the phosphorescence, the Great Sage has received a certain amount of supplementation. A little bit of the contour of the pupil gradually emerges on the blank eyes, not only opening, but also carrying a certain emotion.

"How can I say that, I am just a tinkerer, and you are the real savior!"

The old scholar spoke anxiously, and his excitement was obviously not something that his old and fragile body could bear.

After a few words, the scholar coughed violently and gasped.

"Savior? Haha..."

The great sage looked up and laughed strangely. When he lowered his head again, many scholars reflected in his pupils. The original peace was gone and replaced by greed and appetite. He looked at the scholar and couldn't help but express a disgusting expression.

The tentacles on the chin like to dance, trying to get close to the scholars below, pierce their brains, and suck some red and white liquids, already breath of wisdom and civilization.

But soon, large and small patterns appeared on the dark robe on his body.

Each of these patterns is outlined in different languages, and it is filled with rich will and holiness.

The meaning of patterns is a series of contracts and constraints.

When the great sage loses control, these runes will be revealed, generating backlash, and use their huge will to destroy the wisdom accumulated, allowing them to return to their original ignorance.

"Did you see it? I am almost unable to control myself. I want to devour my kind. There is no savior who devours my kind in the world. I am just a despicable person who relies on your wisdom to survive."

"It's not the case. It's because we have no ability and fail to form a stable dynamic balance of flesh and blood and wisdom to replace your position. It's the fault of us latecomers who have been hanging on it for more than three hundred years."

The old scholar said, looking back at the others, who were all here with hope, as he, thinking that they could alleviate the dangers of heaven and earth and maintain the existing balance.

But when they faced those books, they realized what the great sages were exposed to on a daily basis, and how difficult it was to maintain the existing balance.

Thinking of this, the old scholar looked at the books again. The books at this time were no longer attraction to him.

This is not because he completely broke free from the constraints of books, but because his wisdom is no longer enough to attract those books, and the attraction that spreads them all will naturally disappear.

The great sage has a natural perception of emotions. He sensed the despair in the old man's heart and couldn't help saying: "You have been here for ten years, read three original ancient books and proofread more than thirty translated books. After re-organizing these books, it is a great help to our civilizations and can find many sources of existing traditions. This is your achievements, and I only express my gratitude to you on behalf of myself."

"Then who can express his gratitude to you?" The old scholar looked at the great sage and asked his last doubts.

"You don't have much time left, go and have a rest."

After saying this, the Great Sage's pupils gradually faded away and returned to their milky white appearance.

Upon hearing this, scholars walked out of this space silently.

Soon, another new scholar came into it. He was young, energetic, and walked in with hope and ignorance.

When he saw the crazy state of many scholars, he was not surprised or afraid, but was filled with a sense of respect that was almost faithful.

"These are the three original ancient books that you have analyzed before. You can analyze them first according to these things."

The warning man holding the ringing bell placed three books that also exuded an inexplicable atmosphere in front of young scholars.

"Thank you!" The scholar bowed to the warning person who had seen last year and began to read the books he gave him.

At first glance, he saw a lot of colors, and the words poured into his eyes like a bee returning home. They were obviously invisible words, but at this time they seemed to have substance, squeezing each other in his eye sockets.

He was so scared that he leaned back and was pulled by the warning.

"Be careful!"

"Thank you, ahhhh..."

The young scholar hurriedly expressed his gratitude, but the moment he looked up, he was startled by the warning sign in front of him.

Compared with ordinary scholars, it is naturally impossible to warn people who have lived in such an environment for a longer period of time. Although they have not read books, their wisdom cannot attract the attention of books. However, in such an environment for a long time, according to the characteristics of dynamic balance, the flesh and blood power in their bodies has also been affected to a certain extent and has mutated.

The warning person around this young scholar belongs to the type of very serious mutation. His exposed skin has pairs of eyes of different sizes, most of which have been stitched together.

But there are also very few who forcefully stretch them open, revealing the rotational eyeballs inside.

What's even more terrifying is that most of these sutures have become dark and fleshy, indicating that they are in very bad physical condition.

"Are you afraid of these?" The warning man raised his hand and exposed his half-open eyes to the scholar.

"What's this?"

"How many people can leave here are not clear what this is? This is the most serious place in the world and the most important line of defense."

The warning man touched the scholar's head, and the sweat on his hands was a little sticky, similar to the secretions of molluscs.

The scholar who dared not move, after being touched by him, calmed down inexplicably. When he looked at the warning person again, he had returned to normal.

But the scholars are very clear that they were not dazzled just now, and the words that warned others later proved this.

"You are also unlucky. My age and condition should have been with you. Unfortunately, I don't know what he read when he was analyzing and consumed all his wisdom at once, so that the person who received you became me."

"But, your kid is quite spiritual. Just accepting the power of these translated books, you can see through the disguise on me. I have helped you suppress too much spirituality, so you should pay more attention in the future."

After saying that, the warning person stood up and left.

“Where are you going?”

The scholar was inexplicably frightened and asked.

He turned his back to him to warn him, but he raised his hand and waved it casually, saying, "Go to where I should go! There will be new people coming to teach you later. Remember not to be so shocked next time."

After saying that, the warning man walked into the dark side. Almost the next second, a new warning man came to the young scholar with the ringing bell of the old man just now and looked at him silently.

On the other hand, the old warning man walked step by step into a huge container.

‘This kind of gods that come from flesh and blood only have the influence of power, which really makes people feel nauseous.’

Carefully avoiding the power perception of the two ancient gods, he lowered Tongtian, looked at the huge container, shook his head, walked through the dark curtain similar to the flesh membrane, appeared next to many scholars, and carefully observed the breath here.

Everything in this world is in polar opposites and dynamic balance.

This is the case outside the world, the inside of the world, and even scholars and warning people.

‘So you are! You are even one of the centers of dynamic balance.’

Tongtian looked up and looked at the great sage.

In Tongtian's eyes, this great sage is not a simple individual, but a collection of all the wills of all living beings in this small world, and is also the object of all living beings in this world.

The faith and vows of this world first gathered on him, and in contact with the ancient god of bird-shaped light that corresponds to wisdom.

The head that builds the foundation of the great sage is the power of the ancient god of flesh balls.

The two are also a dynamic balance, but different from the external life overwhelming wisdom. The great sage belongs to the wisdom overwhelming life.

Moreover, this balance also shows that people in the surrounding space correspond to life, scholars correspond to wisdom, and life suppresses the dynamic balance of wisdom to form a new balance.

The mutated state here forms a dynamic balance with the normal outer world.

The calm daily life of the outside world has no longer been too polluted, and will eventually gather on the great sage to maintain his rationality and further stimulate the balance of this core space.

Layer dynamic balance allows the simple anchor of the Great Sage to leverage the entire world step by step, and finally maintain this small world under the oppression of the two ancient gods.

‘But, how long can this fragile dynamic balance last?’
To be continued...