The Book of Truth, a world-class secret treasure, one of the most precious treasures in the entire Wizard Plane.
Albert's right hand rested on the cover, his fingertips flickering with a faint light.
It wasn't him urging the Book of Truth, but the Book of Truth conveying information to him.
Every second, countless pieces of knowledge gathered from every corner of the Wizard Plane, recorded, sorted, and classified by the Book of Truth.
Among that knowledge, some complemented existing theories, some verified ancient traditions, some were entirely new discoveries, and some were useless junk.
The Book of Truth does not filter; it merely records.
What truly needs filtering is Albert.
His gaze fell on a point in the void, his pupils slightly moving as if flipping through an invisible book.
The gathered knowledge swiftly flowed through his consciousness, most of which he skimmed over with just a glance.
