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1887 Rekindling the Flame

Of course, there were other combinations.

For example, “Today without tomorrow is meaningless.”

“A choice without victory is meaningless.”

“Destruction without survival is meaningless.”

There were even combinations like, “today is meaningless without destruction,” and so on.

However, after Meng Chao thought about it carefully, he still felt that the former arrangement was what Lei Zongchao wanted to convey to those who came after him.

This was because Meng Chao believed that in the exploration log that had more than one hundred to two hundred thousand words, terms like “today”, “tomorrow”, “life,” and “death” would definitely appear more than once.

However, the words that the mummified Lei Zongchao had deliberately ignored and left uncovered were arranged in the following order: “Today”, “tomorrow”, “destruction”, “survival”, “choice”, “victory.”

The meaning was clear.

“Mummified” Lei Zongchao obviously thought that today was more important than tomorrow, and that choice was more important than victory.

When it came to understanding the phrase “survival without destruction is meaningless,” he would have to think about it again.

Plus, why did Lei Zongchao leave behind such confusing words when he was on the verge of death?

It should not be difficult to come to a conclusion.

Some kind of power, perhaps the “voice in his brain,” which he mentioned later, was trying to tell him that tomorrow was more important than today, that victory was more important than choice, or that he should pursue survival without destruction, and so on.

This was not in line with Lei Zongchao’s ideology. Therefore, he refused to obey and ended up like this.

“It’s strange. Today and tomorrow shouldn’t be two opposing concepts. There’s no such thing as one being more important than the other, right?

“On the contrary, survival and destruction should be two concepts that are incompatible with each other.

“Why did Senior Lei emphasize that today is more important than tomorrow, but also say that there is no survival without destruction?”

Meng Chao felt that Lei Zongchao’s last words were too confusing.

Of course, it was likely that the mysterious force that controlled him to destroy the exploration log would have found out and deleted the remaining four sentences if he had not made them so obscure.

Right, there was another thing worth thinking about.

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and looked at the scarlet afterimages that circled around the mummified Lei Zongchao.

When Battle God Lei Zongchao arrived, he must have also discovered the existence of this corpse.

However, even though he walked around “his corpse,” he did not touch it and feel it thoroughly. Instead, he stayed for a moment before continuing to move forward and disappearing into the depths of the palace.

Why?

Battle God Lei Zongchao had much more experience exploring the ancient ruins than Meng Chao.

There was no way he didn’t know the significance of such a corpse appearing here.

He could not have fled in fear after seeing the corpse there.

The dignified martial arts legend of Dragon City was not that fragile.

“Is Master Lei afraid or worried about something?

‘Did Master Lei realize that he was being controlled, or rather, corrupted, by some mysterious force? Was he worried that the secrets of the mummified Lei Zongchao would be erased once he revealed it with his own hands and that it would not be preserved for the later generations like me?

‘In other words, Master Lei has always heard a mysterious sound in his head?’ Meng Chao thought to himself.

Suddenly, he heard the same rustling sounds coming from the depths of his brain.

“This isthe Ancient Ruins’ Summon?”

Meng Chao took a deep breath and forced himself to enter an extremely calm state. ” I won’t be disturbed by it. I definitely won’t”

When the rustling sounds became louder and clearer, the same thing happened to the sound of the wind.

Only then did Meng Chao realize that it was not the Ancient Ruins’ Summon.

Instead, it was the cries, wails, and screams of humans.

It was the cries, wails, and screams of Dragon City’s people who were struggling and dancing in the raging flames of the apocalypse.

“Gasp!”

A pain that felt like thunder suddenly descended from the sky and invaded Meng Chao’s head. It felt as if his head was about to split in half.

The surrounding palace gradually disappeared. It was then replaced with exploding suns, pouring flames, burning people, collapsed buildings, and melted streets. Dragon City was being destroyed.

This was a nightmare.

It was a nightmare that had followed Meng Chao for several years since high school.

It was the nightmare of Dragon City’s destruction.

Along with this nightmare, a ball of light that was a hundred times brighter than the scorching sun at noon appeared in the sky. It looked like a giant eye in the starry sky that was dyed red by the explosion of ten thousand suns. Right then, it released a light that burned Meng Chao’s soul.

In a trance, Meng Chao suddenly realized what it was: The Kindling.

It had awakened in his mind at the same time as the nightmare of the apocalypse and given him the Contribution Point System.

It was said that it was the spark that could start the new era of a civilization.

The Kindling was like an enormous divine eye that hung high in the sky. Its gaze was reminiscent of a sharp golden sword that stabbed into Meng Chao’s soul. It just stared at him coldly and silently.

However, Meng Chao could clearly tell from the Kinding’s “gaze” that it was urging him and even blaming him.

The Kindling seemed to be blaming him for not activating the Contribution Point System for a long time to contribute to Dragon City and avoid the arrival of destruction.

“No!”

Meng Chao wanted to explain himself loudly. “I’ve been racking my brains every day to figure out a way to stop the apocalypse!

“Everything I’ve done has been to prevent Dragon City from heading toward destruction!

“But it’s too difficult. It really is too difficult!”

The Kindling remained silent.

However, Meng Chao sensed that something was stirring.

It was a kind of eagerness that came from the depths of his brain, and it was eager to break out of its shell.

It was the Kindling, or rather, the Contribution Point System.

Yes, it was strange.

Since it was so difficult to change the future, why had he not thought of using the Contribution Point System to obtain skills that could help him see a clearer future? What if he filled the Kindling with energy?

Since when did he subconsciously try to avoid activating the Contribution Point System and using the Kindling’s power? He even ignored its existence.

It seemed like it started when he defeated the monster civilization, entered the mind of the monster mastermind, and read or inherited its ancient memory fragments.

Meng Chao came to a realization.

He subconsciously wanted to restart the Contribution Point System and release the Kindling from the seal deep inside his brain.

At this moment, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of an extremely strange question.

The mummified Lei Zongchao had warned him not to believe the voice in his head.

In that case, was all the information from the Kindling considered the voice in his head?

1887 Rekindling the Flame

Of course, there were other combinations.

For example, “Today without tomorrow is meaningless.”

“A choice without victory is meaningless.”

“Destruction without survival is meaningless.”

There were even combinations like, “today is meaningless without destruction,” and so on.

However, after Meng Chao thought about it carefully, he still felt that the former arrangement was what Lei Zongchao wanted to convey to those who came after him.

This was because Meng Chao believed that in the exploration log that had more than one hundred to two hundred thousand words, terms like “today”, “tomorrow”, “life,” and “death” would definitely appear more than once.

However, the words that the mummified Lei Zongchao had deliberately ignored and left uncovered were arranged in the following order: “Today”, “tomorrow”, “destruction”, “survival”, “choice”, “victory.”

The meaning was clear.

“Mummified” Lei Zongchao obviously thought that today was more important than tomorrow, and that choice was more important than victory.

When it came to understanding the phrase “survival without destruction is meaningless,” he would have to think about it again.

Plus, why did Lei Zongchao leave behind such confusing words when he was on the verge of death?

It should not be difficult to come to a conclusion.

Some kind of power, perhaps the “voice in his brain,” which he mentioned later, was trying to tell him that tomorrow was more important than today, that victory was more important than choice, or that he should pursue survival without destruction, and so on.

This was not in line with Lei Zongchao’s ideology. Therefore, he refused to obey and ended up like this.

“It’s strange. Today and tomorrow shouldn’t be two opposing concepts. There’s no such thing as one being more important than the other, right?

“On the contrary, survival and destruction should be two concepts that are incompatible with each other.

“Why did Senior Lei emphasize that today is more important than tomorrow, but also say that there is no survival without destruction?”

Meng Chao felt that Lei Zongchao’s last words were too confusing.

Of course, it was likely that the mysterious force that controlled him to destroy the exploration log would have found out and deleted the remaining four sentences if he had not made them so obscure.

Right, there was another thing worth thinking about.

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and looked at the scarlet afterimages that circled around the mummified Lei Zongchao.

When Battle God Lei Zongchao arrived, he must have also discovered the existence of this corpse.

However, even though he walked around “his corpse,” he did not touch it and feel it thoroughly. Instead, he stayed for a moment before continuing to move forward and disappearing into the depths of the palace.

Why?

Battle God Lei Zongchao had much more experience exploring the ancient ruins than Meng Chao.

There was no way he didn’t know the significance of such a corpse appearing here.

He could not have fled in fear after seeing the corpse there.

The dignified martial arts legend of Dragon City was not that fragile.

“Is Master Lei afraid or worried about something?

‘Did Master Lei realize that he was being controlled, or rather, corrupted, by some mysterious force? Was he worried that the secrets of the mummified Lei Zongchao would be erased once he revealed it with his own hands and that it would not be preserved for the later generations like me?

‘In other words, Master Lei has always heard a mysterious sound in his head?’ Meng Chao thought to himself.

Suddenly, he heard the same rustling sounds coming from the depths of his brain.

“This isthe Ancient Ruins’ Summon?”

Meng Chao took a deep breath and forced himself to enter an extremely calm state. ” I won’t be disturbed by it. I definitely won’t”

When the rustling sounds became louder and clearer, the same thing happened to the sound of the wind.

Only then did Meng Chao realize that it was not the Ancient Ruins’ Summon.

Instead, it was the cries, wails, and screams of humans.

It was the cries, wails, and screams of Dragon City’s people who were struggling and dancing in the raging flames of the apocalypse.

“Gasp!”

A pain that felt like thunder suddenly descended from the sky and invaded Meng Chao’s head. It felt as if his head was about to split in half.

The surrounding palace gradually disappeared. It was then replaced with exploding suns, pouring flames, burning people, collapsed buildings, and melted streets. Dragon City was being destroyed.

This was a nightmare.

It was a nightmare that had followed Meng Chao for several years since high school.

It was the nightmare of Dragon City’s destruction.

Along with this nightmare, a ball of light that was a hundred times brighter than the scorching sun at noon appeared in the sky. It looked like a giant eye in the starry sky that was dyed red by the explosion of ten thousand suns. Right then, it released a light that burned Meng Chao’s soul.

In a trance, Meng Chao suddenly realized what it was: The Kindling.

It had awakened in his mind at the same time as the nightmare of the apocalypse and given him the Contribution Point System.

It was said that it was the spark that could start the new era of a civilization.

The Kindling was like an enormous divine eye that hung high in the sky. Its gaze was reminiscent of a sharp golden sword that stabbed into Meng Chao’s soul. It just stared at him coldly and silently.

However, Meng Chao could clearly tell from the Kinding’s “gaze” that it was urging him and even blaming him.

The Kindling seemed to be blaming him for not activating the Contribution Point System for a long time to contribute to Dragon City and avoid the arrival of destruction.

“No!”

Meng Chao wanted to explain himself loudly. “I’ve been racking my brains every day to figure out a way to stop the apocalypse!

“Everything I’ve done has been to prevent Dragon City from heading toward destruction!

“But it’s too difficult. It really is too difficult!”

The Kindling remained silent.

However, Meng Chao sensed that something was stirring.

It was a kind of eagerness that came from the depths of his brain, and it was eager to break out of its shell.

It was the Kindling, or rather, the Contribution Point System.

Yes, it was strange.

Since it was so difficult to change the future, why had he not thought of using the Contribution Point System to obtain skills that could help him see a clearer future? What if he filled the Kindling with energy?

Since when did he subconsciously try to avoid activating the Contribution Point System and using the Kindling’s power? He even ignored its existence.

It seemed like it started when he defeated the monster civilization, entered the mind of the monster mastermind, and read or inherited its ancient memory fragments.

Meng Chao came to a realization.

He subconsciously wanted to restart the Contribution Point System and release the Kindling from the seal deep inside his brain.

At this moment, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of an extremely strange question.

The mummified Lei Zongchao had warned him not to believe the voice in his head.

In that case, was all the information from the Kindling considered the voice in his head?