The Sealed Diary

Just as the opening preface described, this diary was made from the special skin pouch at the back of Old Master Jiang's head—the relatively soft layer of skin covering a zombie's body.

Every page was the same. Hair grown between the follicles had completely tangled the different pages together, and even the slightest force would damage the diary.

Only Old Master Jiang's unique Yin Energy could separate the hairs and reveal the contents.

As Luo Di unfolded the diary page by page, the contents recorded within instantly stripped away his previous sense of supremacy, leaving him somewhat horrified. Even merely reading these simple words, he could already smell danger.

≮This journey to the deepest part of the dungeon makes me the first. No one in the entire Mid-level Zone has dared attempt such a thing.

Considering the completely unknown risks, I deliberately brought along eleven corpses with the highest compatibility. Should I encounter Fatal Danger, I can consume the corpses to redirect the damage.

Additionally, I brought a total of five bottles of premium corpse oil produced by the Corpse Refining Shop.

One piece of Black Cloud Armor.

One Fengdu Horse-Slaying Saber.

When I chose to set foot in the deepest part, the shop clerk clearly informed me that its structure was completely different from the literary unit-type dungeons before it. It was a completely randomized unknown region, with no literary works available for reference.

My mind is made up. I stepped inside.

I arrived in an underground space I had never encountered before. The architectural style and rock formations here were both things I had never seen.

Vastly ancient, with a history of at least thousands—perhaps tens of thousands—of years... This antiquity surpassed my current understanding, yet my pituitary gland felt calm and comfortable, as though this place were