A blood moon hangs in the sky.
The air is filled with the scent of decay.
The sky is perpetually shrouded in mist, the entire world cloaked in an aura of doomsday, with a sense of despair akin to a dying struggle.
As a library, the ocean of knowledge is supposed to be orderly, bright, and imbued with the scent of books.
But now, it's as if it is a forgotten corner.
Zheng Yi stands in this library, gazing at the dust-covered buildings and scattered piles of books, occasionally mixed with rotting bones, everything appears so dilapidated and chaotic.
The books scattered on the floor, toppled tables and chairs, and the remaining dark red bloodstains in the corners all suggest that terrible things have happened in this library.
"Is this the scene of doomsday?"
"Living here, with uncertainty every day, one's life could be lost to the zombies at any moment, becoming those rotting things, is simply more desperate than being at the bottom of the Cultivation Realm..."
Within the slightly eerie library, Zheng Yi's expression is solemn, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
His footsteps are light, his figure swiftly weaving between the bookshelves, his gaze scanning both sides, releasing Divine Thought, seemingly searching for something.
"Found it?"
Suddenly, he halts his steps, raises an eyebrow, a gleam flashes through his eyes.
"Is it a survivor's diary?"
Zheng Yi sweeps his sleeve, and the thick diary stained with bloodstains is lifted by an unknown force, flying into his hands.
Soul Searching allows him to obtain fragmented pieces of memory, including the language and text of this world.
Zheng Yi stands there, flips open the notebook, and as he turns the pages, his expression grows heavier, muttering to himself.
"No wonder this entire city resembles a Ghost Realm, fallen into ruins, I didn't expect this world to have actually erupted with a zombie virus."
He previously learned through browsing the library's books that the current location is an area called the Western Pole Alliance.
The entire alliance persisted for over four thousand years, developing into a dominion with highly advanced technology and culture.
Now, obtaining this handwritten journal from the survivor, combined with previously acquired information, he immediately reconstructs the general situation.
On December 5, 4085 of the alliance calendar, a blood moon appeared in the sky without warning.
Following closely, humans and animals across regions experienced varying degrees of mutation, then, the terrifying virus that swept the entire world exploded thoroughly.
Under the blood moon's illumination, countless humans and beasts, even pets mutated, coupled with the zombie virus, the entire world rapidly fell into decay.
At the very beginning, the Western Pole Alliance still relied on its powerful control built over thousands of years, promptly gathering a large number of troops, using strong methods to seal off the virus outbreak areas.
Initially, the alliance also suppressed the virus, seeming like everything was under control.
However, with the outbreak of that blood moon in the sky, on January 13, 4086, forty days into the virus, the first red-eyed zombie evolved.
These are creatures whose contamination far surpasses other zombies, both in strength and speed, with significant increases, and most terrifyingly, they possessed a certain degree of low intelligence.
The emergence of the red-eyed zombies caused the initially suppressed situation to swiftly collapse.
Under the lead of the red-eyed zombies, contaminated individuals and zombie hordes quickly broke through the military blockade, spreading the virus completely.
Subsequently, on February 9, the first documented zombie frenzy outbreak occurred.
Under the influence of the blood moon, fierce ghosts, ghosts, mutated creatures appeared in various corners of this world.
Millions of zombies, led by tens of thousands of red-eyed zombies and even more terrifying evolved zombies, rapidly surged into almost all land.
Major cities consecutively fell, and finally even the last stronghold of the alliance was breached, thus the Western Pole Alliance perished.
According to the hasty handwritten notes behind this diary.
With the fall of the alliance, scattered military forces and other factions established independent enclaves, waging war separately, to prevent the last sparks of humanity from extinguishing under the whirlwind of the zombie virus.
"Is this world eerie? If it's just the zombie virus, why would there be fierce ghosts? Ghosts and things like these?"
"The real issue lies with the blood moon in the sky, no wonder when I first arrived, seeing the bloody moon in the sky, I felt uneasy from the bottom of my heart..."
"The situation shouldn't be too good!"
Zheng Yi finished the last page, with the handwriting becoming increasingly messy, interspersed with numerous incoherent ravings.
One can see the recorder's despair and helpless chaos at the time.
He looks up and gazes out, through the gray-stained windows, in the sky, a blood moon illuminates the land, casting down those eerie red beams.
The Spiritual Power within him seems suppressed, making Zheng Yi's expression unsightly.
This library had collected so many records, it must have been protected at the beginning.
But now it has turned into almost ruins, thick dust proving this place was abandoned long ago, presumably it's been a long time since anyone's been here.
Undoubtedly, this place is also a casualty of the zombie frenzy under the blood moon.
"Run, zombies are coming."
"Damn it, these zombies were hiding behind the boxes, couldn't see them from the outside."