Diary Continued

Today's research results are very interesting. We discovered that the information contained within the Heavenly Dao has become more straightforward. Although some of it is illogical, strange, or inexplicable, perhaps the current Heavenly Dao is easier to understand compared to the "Dao" of the past, which was difficult to describe or put into words.

Heh, Liu Yuan and Alice are getting married. Everyone is very happy; perhaps this is a rare piece of good news in this terrible era.

We decided to take a half-day break to congratulate this new couple.

--A large amount of meaningless gibberish, garbled text.

Seeing this, Zhou Bai frowned. He suddenly remembered the page of the diary that Alice had shown him earlier. Comparing the size, style, handwriting, and content of that page, he realized: "That page of the diary seems to have been torn from this very book."

He pondered for a moment, certain guesses forming in his mind, and then continued reading.

That knowledge is very useful. Much of it can accelerate our cultivation progress, and everyone has become excited. If things continue like this, we might be able to find a way to completely counter the polluted Spiritual Machine.

No, we can do better. We can analyze the entire Heavenly Dao; perhaps humanity will reach an unprecedented height.

Another happy thing: Mike has returned. I thought he had already been eaten. It seems I am too tired; perhaps I should find some time to rest?

--Some disturbing, incomprehensible curves and diagrams.

Li Zhengdao has regained consciousness. Using the information we obtained from the Heavenly Dao, we have cured him.

However, I feel that something is wrong. My chest seems to be starting to hurt again; perhaps I should let Mike and the others help me treat it as well.

--A large amount of bright red scribbles, some hair-raising, twisted portraits.

Wrong, everything is wrong. Everything is a conspiracy. We lost from the very beginning, a total defeat; there is absolutely no hope.

The information contained in the Heavenly Dao cannot be used directly. It will turn humans into twisted monsters. Does the Heavenly Court know this? A conflict has broken out between Li Zhengdao and Mike and the others. Who should I believe?

If human cultivators who perceive the twisted Heavenly Dao go insane, then what about the many immortals and gods of the Heavenly Court? Are they, who are closest to the Heavenly Dao, already twisted and insane? If they have all gone mad, then who is issuing orders in the Heavenly Court?

--Consecutive missing pages.

The battle broke out too suddenly. I don't know who made the first move.

Demonization not only causes physical deformity but even leads to the infection of the Primordial Spirit, causing thoughts to become twisted and insane.

Everyone is dead, except for me.

I don't seem to have gone completely insane; I have even become clearer-headed. The past days feel like a nightmare.

I should find out the reason for this.

--Some illegible text.

I have decided to go out and look for other survivors. I need more test subjects; everything is for the sake of humanity.

The Heavenly Dao is becoming increasingly confused and blurred. The degree of Spiritual Machine pollution is increasing day by day. Every cultivation session feels like walking a tightrope.

I headed north, avoiding the search of the demons. The world is devastated, and the situation is even worse than I imagined.

--Large swaths of inexplicable graffiti, seemingly describing what was seen on the road.

In a few more days, I will reach the end of the Eastern Continent. I have searched the entire continent.

Along the way, I only found fewer than a hundred survivors. I hope they can survive and come to the base with me.

But the adults have mastered Primordial Spirit Power, and the degree to which they are infected far exceeds that of the children. I must make a choice.

After all, we are all that is left of humanity.

Everything for humanity.

--Followed by consecutive blank pages.

Zhou Bai took a deep breath.

"Is this... Dr. Zhuang's diary?"

"I never imagined that the person who wrote this diary was him. But where are the other missing pages? And who tore them out?"

Although the diary brought up many questions, it also answered many of Zhou Bai's original doubts.

Clearly, the base was built by Dr. Zhuang and another group of people. They seemed to be researching how to cultivate under the conditions of a polluted Spiritual Machine and a twisted Heavenly Dao.

The result was tragic; it seems only Dr. Zhuang survived for some reason.

Then he searched for other survivors and brought them back to the base, just as Bandu said, trying to make them cultivate.

"That must be it." Zhou Bai nodded to himself, yet he still had many doubts.

However, Zhou Bai knew too little. He didn't even understand the concepts of the Heavenly Court and the immortals and gods of this world, so he could only keep his suspicions in his mind, waiting to discern the truth later.

"There are still many things I don't understand. What was the content that was torn out or scribbled over? Who touched my neck that night in the cafeteria? Was it Bandu? Or someone else? And what is the actual purpose of the Demonology Class? Why did Bandu successfully awaken his Primordial Spirit Power..."

Zhou Bai sighed. Now that everyone is dead, many secrets may never have an answer.

Zhou Bai continued flipping through the diary. After the consecutive blank pages, there was actually a string of coordinates.

"Regarding the struggle between the Heavenly Demons and the Heavenly Court, everything seems not as simple as we thought in the past. Perhaps (large section of scribbles)

I have kept the secrets I know in this place."

Zhou Bai closed his eyes. Although he really wanted to know what Dr. Zhuang had discovered, now was clearly not the time to go looking for that place. He needed to survive and then become stronger.

After resting for a while longer, Zhou Bai tried to stand up, only to find he still couldn't.

"But my Primordial Spirit Power seems to be recovering faster. I'll rest a bit more and try to see if I can float using my Primordial Spirit Power."

As it turned out, half an hour later, noisy human voices came from above.

"Who is it?" Zhou Bai thought for a moment and memorized the coordinate numbers at the end of the diary.

Then, he activated his partially recovered Primordial Spirit Power to destroy the diary, closed his eyes, and pretended to be dead.

"Captain! There is still someone alive here."

"To survive even this, he's got a tough life. Carry him up."

"Any clues?"

"Any clues have been burned away, but this base seems to have a lot of children and experimental equipment."

"An underground research lab for survivors?"

"Captain! This is bad, two survivors cannot adapt to the twisted Spiritual Machine. They look like old-era humans born naturally."

"Troublesome. Are there still old-era human survivors these days? Put anti-infection suits on them; whether they live or die depends on their own luck."

With his body swaying and loud noises echoing, Zhou Bai heard various shouts, moving sounds, and the hum of machinery constantly ringing in his ears.

When everything finally stabilized, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, discovering that his body seemed to be wrapped in some kind of special material.

Outside the clothing was a steel ceiling. He rolled his eyes to look outside, only to realize that this seemed to be some kind of transport vehicle, with scenery constantly receding all around.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move around," a rough man's voice sounded from beside Zhou Bai. "Your broken body looks like it was hit by a truck. What on earth did you run into?"

Christina quickly whispered in Zhou Bai's mind: "These people don't know where they came from, but they turned the entire base inside out and saved you as well..."

While Zhou Bai was pretending to be unconscious, Christina in his mind had retained her full perception, able to carefully observe everything around them.