Jia Xiu and the others spent nearly an hour deciphering the diary.
By the time they reached the later portions, the recorded contents contained almost nothing of daily life. It only mentioned this friend or that friend dying, hearing that somewhere else had become uninhabitable—there was not a single piece of good news.
Even Jia Xiu felt oppressed reading it. It was hard to imagine how this Vampire had felt while still alive.
The only thing that could barely count as good news was that they had found nothing suggesting the Devil Race.
The cause of their disastrous fate had not been those otherworldly invaders who scurried everywhere like insectoids, pouring out by the thousands whenever a gate opened. Of course, that was only good news to Jia Xiu. No Devil Race, only Vampires—it meant the danger posed by the forces in this plane remained entirely within controllable limits.
After all, Vampires had a fatal weakness no matter what. There was no ultraviolet light in this plane's ambient light, but the light he created was full of ultraviolet rays. Not merely full of them—it could even consist of nothing but ultraviolet rays.
But for the Vampires here, the absence of the Devil Race had already done nothing to make their fate any less unfortunate.
The diary was flipped all the way to its final page. At last, there was an entire page that did not record someone else's tragic story.
The handwriting on this page was especially neat and formal. Compared to the preceding diary entries, it had clearly been written with solemn deliberation.
"To those who come after and see this page, greetings. If you are not Children of the Holy Mother, I ask that you do not destroy my remains. If they still exist, please leave me my