1885 Chaotic Log Book

“Two Lei Zongchaos… Which one is real and which one is fake? Is this real?”

Meng Chao felt as if he had stepped on air and fallen into an extremely confusing ice cave.

The corpse that appeared before him looked exactly like the real Lei Zongchao, down to the code behind its head. Meng Chao could not detect any flaws.

However, the Battle God who had lived aboveground for decades, had received the most thorough body scans numerous times due to his high reputation and serious injuries.

The best medical specialists and spirit energy scholars in Dragon City wished that they could break down every one of his cells and reassemble them after careful maintenance.

If he was a fake, a monster in human skin, there was no way that they would have been fooled.

For some reason, Meng Chao thought of the scarlet afterimages that had split into two identical copies.

There was also the “monster version” of himself with the horns on his head and an astonishing aura.

Since the scarlet afterimages could split into two and Meng Chao appeared different on different paths, why could there not be two Battle God Lei Zongchaos or even more than two?

Meng Chao suddenly thought of something.

A faint scarlet afterimage floated over every intersection that surrounded the ancient city.

Was it possible that Lu Siya and the others were not just running around aimlessly like headless flies? Could they also be following the trail of scarlet afterimages and receiving guidance from a certain Lei Zongchao?

In other words, from Lu Siya’s perspective, was she the only following Lei Zongchao and the only one who had a chance to find the “answer” and save Dragon City?

“In that case, will each of the different Lei Zongchaos point to the same answer, or are there infinite ways to interpret the mysteries of the ancient era and endless answers?

“What kind of answer can the young and dead Lei Zongchao give me?”

Meng Chao felt that the mummified Lei Zongchao before him had to contain more information.

The reason was simple: He understood Lei Zongchao.

Whether he was in his prime or in his twilight years, Lei Zongchao was never one to sit still and wait for death.

If he did not leave anything behind that could inspire his successors, he would never leave peacefully.

Lei Zongchao would turn the place upside down even if it was the palace of the Ancients!

With that thought in mind, Meng Chao sat the corpse up and bowed deeply. He thought to himself, ‘Senior, regardless of whether you’re the Master Lei that I know or not, you’re a pioneer on the path of human evolution. You’re a hero who fought to the very end for our home, our compatriots, and our civilization.

‘If your heroic spirit isn’t destroyed, please guide me on the next path!’

After that, Meng Chao began to search the corpse carefully.

The mummy’s camouflage uniform was only made of ordinary materials. It could withstand the smoke and dust on the ground, but it could not withstand the black fog in the ancient tomb.

After decades of erosion, the camouflage uniform had become crispy and thin like a cicada’s wing.

Meng Chao exerted a little force, and it peeled off with a cracking sound. It resembled the skin of a patient who had been burned, and it revealed the lead-gray, half-metallic bones underneath.

Meng Chao found some scraps on the corpse that he could use to survive in the wild.

There was also a simple dagger engraved with mysterious runes. It did not look like it had been made on Earth. It seemed more like a treasure from the ancient ruins.

The runic dagger from billions of years ago could still cut through iron like mud. However, Meng Chao had no interest in it at the moment.

He continued searching and finally found a waterproof bag that was tightly tied to the inside of the corpse’s left thigh.

He removed the bandages around the corpse’s thigh meticulously and opened the waterproof bag. There was a palm-sized notebook inside.

Judging from the cracks on its cover and the wear and tear on its edges, it was probably an exploration log that the deceased Lei Zongchao carried with him to record things.

Meng Chao’s heart was pounding.

Like mercury, his spirit energy wrapped the exploration log carefully and soaked every page. It repaired the withered and broken fibers, so even if the paper was rotten, he could still preserve the marks on the surface with his spirit energy.

He glanced at the corpse again and prayed silently in his heart. Only then did Meng Chao hold his breath and open the exploration log bit by bit.

However, the contents inside made him frown deeply.

It was not that the contents within were too little or wrong.

In fact, the young Lei Zongchao should have been a meticulous person.

This small exploration log was filled with tiny words, and he was not even willing to let go of the header and footers. The strokes were thinner than a mosquito’s leg, and it was almost impossible to see them clearly without a magnifying glass.

According to this method of information storage, two or three pages would be enough to record the full picture of an exploration operation.

Such a thick journal could record more than a dozen explorations, including the last one that killed this version of Lei Zongchao.

However, other than the cover and the back one-third of the blank space, every page filled with content in this log book had very intense smearing marks…

No, it was not “intense.” It was simply chaotic.

It was as if Lei Zongchao’s mother had grasped a red pen that was soaked in blood by holding a dagger in reverse while he was insane. He drew circles and crosses crazily on every page, making the entire exploration log ragged and messy with countless circles and crosses that could penetrate the back of the paper. Not a single word could be read clearly.

Not only that, but Meng Chao also noticed that compared to the wide spine, the pages of the exploration log were much thinner. There were many places where he could see signs of tearing.

“So many of the key pages have been torn out?”

Meng Chao pondered for a moment and tried to use his spirit energy to scan every page for overlapping and intersecting strokes.

He tried to separate the brush and ink left behind at different times and analyze them one by one.

However, the guy who destroyed the exploration log seemed to have expected that the latecomers would use the layer-by-layer scanning technology to restore it.

This guy had not only covered up the original content on a physical level.

The molecular structures of the ink and brush of different levels were also activated from the spirit energy level, allowing the remaining ink and brush to fuse together.

The effect was similar to soaking the exploration log in water for half an hour.

Under such circumstances, even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could not repair the information inside, let alone a Deity Realm expert.