High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Song Chen chewed on the fish while opening the system panel.

[Kill Value: 258521 points.]

Song Chen stared at the number for a long time, his eyes filled with a kind of craving that he himself didn't realize.

Ten days ago, he still had 1.17 million.

I spent one million to buy two Heavenly Fate Qi and Blood Pills, leaving me with 170,000.

Later, he killed three ghost-faced fish demons, a group of armored sharks, iron-spined sea pythons, and some scattered sea beasts, and saved up tens of thousands more.

In ten days, a full ten days, the kill value increased by tens of thousands. It had been a long time since it had been this slow. This speed made him dream of the days in Anning City.

It wasn't that he didn't want to kill, but killing would leave traces, which could be detected by the alien beasts' communication network as "human martial artists are active here."

250,000 kill points seem like a lot, but you can't buy much with them.

He urgently needs to improve his strength. Nine hundred points of Qi and Blood are simply not enough in the heart of the alien beast territory. He can't beat a fifth-tier beast, and he can't even touch a sixth-tier beast.

However, increasing strength requires kill points, earning kill points requires killing alien beasts, and killing alien beasts will expose your location, creating a vicious cycle.

Song Chen stuffed the last piece of fish into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

He's really craving it right now, he really is.

It's not that I'm craving food, it's that I'm craving kill points.

During the day and night of the breakout, his kill count soared to 1.17 million. The system notifications made his head ache. That feeling was more satisfying than eating any delicacy.

I haven't heard any notification sounds for ten days now, and I feel uneasy, like a gambler locked outside a casino, watching others win money through a glass window.

He closed the system panel, stood up, and prepared to continue his journey.

After swimming for a while, he saw an island.

The sun had sunk halfway down the western horizon, its afterglow turning the sea a dark red.

Right there, at the dark red horizon where the sea meets the sky, the outline of an island slowly emerged from the sea.

Song Chen initially thought it was an ordinary island. He had seen many islands in the past ten days. The island chain westward from the Shattered Star Sea was one after another, some large and some small, but he had not approached any of them.

But this island is different; it's too big.

Song Chen squinted, zooming in and magnifying the outline of the distant island.

The island is about 20 kilometers in diameter and has an area of ​​between 200 and 300 square kilometers.

The island's mountains are covered with lush vegetation, which appears a deep, dark green in the twilight.

The coastline is winding, with beaches, reefs, cliffs, and even a stream flowing from the center of the island, forming a small alluvial fan at the estuary.

A complete and vibrant large island.

Song Chen frowned; he had already memorized the map of Blue Star.

The locations of the five continents and four oceans, the major sea areas, island chains, and base cities are all etched in my mind.

He can't remember the small islands; there are hundreds of thousands of islands in the world.

However, an island of two or three hundred square kilometers cannot be omitted from any version of the map.

He had no recollection of this island.

I have absolutely no recollection of it, as if this island should never have existed in this world.

Song Chen squatted on the reef, staring at the island for a long time, then calmed his breathing and slowly submerged into the sea.

Instead of approaching directly, he took a long detour, approaching from the southeast side of the island.

The seawater flowed past him, carrying the coolness unique to psionic particles.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, night fell, leaving only the faint blue glow of psionic particles and the starlight reflected on the water.

When they got within about three kilometers, Song Chen stopped.

He floated in the deep water, with only his eyes visible above the surface, looking towards the island.

Then he saw something that shocked him.

The island is moving.

To be precise, it is the silt surrounding the island that is moving.

On the northern side of the island, thousands of marine animals are busy on the seabed.

First-tier swordfish used their long, bony snouts to push up the soft sediment on the seabed.

Second-tier armored sharks used their large heads to carry rocks from the distant reef area.

The Tier 3 Ironback Sea Serpents used their long bodies to wrap around large stones and drag them to the designated location.

The fourth-tier Ghost-Faced Fish Demon hovered in the water, using its mental power to command the actions of the lower-tier sea beasts, like a foreman on a construction site.

There's more.

Song Chen saw a sea creature he had never seen before. It was similar in size to a manatee, but had a huge carapace on its back with a row of drainage holes along the edge.

They suck the seabed sediment into their shells and then spray it out through drainage holes, precisely accumulating the sediment on the edges of the islands and gradually expanding their area.

They are building this island, which was built by strange beasts.

Song Chen felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp. A strange beast building an island?

His first reaction was that he thought he had misread it.

Beasts are beasts, ferocious, bloodthirsty monsters that only know how to kill and devour.

This is a consensus among humans regarding alien beasts, a perception ingrained in every human being since the arrival of psionic energy fifty years ago.

The strange beasts build nests and establish cities on the seabed, but those are their own lairs, serving only themselves.

But this island has vegetation, fresh water, and a complete ecosystem.

It was not built for marine mammals, but for terrestrial creatures.

Then he sensed a human presence.

Not just one, but many.

Although Song Chen's mental strength is not particularly strong, his Illusionary Eyes make his perception accuracy far exceed that of others of the same level.

He closed his eyes and cautiously extended his mental energy toward the island, not daring to go too deep, only touching the edge of the island.

Then I sensed the presence of a human, the fluctuations of a martial artist's blood and qi.

First-tier, second-tier, and third-tier auras were scattered throughout the island, some moving and some still.

Their qi and blood fluctuations were very stable, without any fluctuations in combat state, just like... just like taking a walk in their own backyard.

Moreover, the sea monsters did not attack them.

Song Chen saw a second-tier armored shark swim across the shallow waters of the island, less than ten meters away from a human walking on the shore.

The human stopped and glanced at the armored shark.

Iron Shark glanced at him too. Then they both went back to their own business.

There seems to be a tacit harmony here, like neighbors in the same community, nodding to each other and then going their separate ways.

Song Chen stayed in the water for a long time, so long that the sea breeze dried and then wet his hair that was above the water.

He was thinking.

This island wasn't built by humans, it was built by strange beasts.

Humans live on the island, and the strange beasts respect them; they live in peace with each other.

If this were to spread back to the Great Xia Dynasty, it would be enough to overturn the entire human world's understanding of strange beasts.

These beasts are not just monsters that kill; they have societies, organizations, purposes, and even policies.

Building an island that humans can live on and coexist peacefully with them is a policy.

Who are these humans?

Why are you here?

Why would the monsters build an island for them?

Song Chen didn't know the answer, but he knew that he should go up to the island and see if he could get what he really wanted.

For example, intelligence.

Information about the strange beasts, information about this sea area, and information about how to return to land by sea.

He drifted at sea for ten days, like a blind fly, surviving only thanks to his intuition and caution.

He needed a direction, a nautical chart, and intelligence that could tell him how many kilometers from here was land and which route was the safest.