Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Qin Chuan approached.

The crack appears on a rock face about three meters above the bedrock. It is only about ten centimeters wide and about two meters long. The edges are irregularly jagged, like broken glass.

But what made Qin Chuan's pupils shrink was what was inside the crack.

Inside the crack, a strange light emanated. Red and white specks of light flickered and twinkled, as if someone had lit countless lamps on the other side of the crack.

Deep within those points of light, Qin Chuan saw a completely different world.

Spatial rift.

This is the true core of the Eye of the Deep, as recorded in ancient texts. The 21,000-meter-deep blue hole is merely the outer shell; this rift is the passage connecting to other dimensions.

Qin Chuan, controlling the ancient sword demon, approached the rift.

He stopped about two meters from the crack.

Because he saw words carved on the rock face at the edge of the crack.

The words were carved into the black rock face, the strokes deeply embedded in the stone, each mark gleaming with a faint golden light.

This is the script of the ancient human race. The Rinnegan itself carries the power of the ancient human race, so it can translate automatically.

Qin Chuan read on, line by line.

first row:

Please keep at least one meter away from the crack to avoid being sucked in.

"A meter away?" Qin Chuan subconsciously took half a step back. The ancient sword demon's foot scraped a mark on the rock bed. He was now about two meters away from the crack, still within the safe zone.

Second line: Note that this is the unstable space zone of the Food Continent, which is known as the Battlefield of the God of Food.

The Battlefield of the God of Cookery.

Qin Chuan's heart skipped a beat. He had searched through countless ancient books in the Centaur Kingdom's library and had a vague impression of this name, but had never found a detailed record of it.

Unexpectedly, the entrance was right beneath my feet.

Third line: If your food strength is below 9,900, please carefully consider the consequences. Within the Food God Battlefield, all are divine-level ingredients with a capture level of over 1,000 years.

Qin Chuan's fingers clenched involuntarily.

Capture a divine ingredient with a level of over one thousand years!

On the continent of food, ingredients with a capture level of 900 years or higher are considered top-tier. The Medusa clan monopolizes almost all high-level ingredients, and Qin Chuan went to great lengths to obtain some from the three major kingdoms.

And all of them are over a thousand years old.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath and continued reading.

Fourth line: After entering, two conditions must be met to exit again. First, one's energy must exceed 30,000. Second, one must wait for the rift to expand, or possess the Six Paths Rinnegan to be teleported back to the original plane.

"A food energy exceeding 30,000, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Eye," Qin Chuan read aloud.

His current energy level is 9,990, far from 10,000. He does possess the Six Paths Rinnegan, but he doesn't know if spatial teleportation will function properly on the other side of the rift.

Within the Serpent God's Domain, the efficiency of spatial teleportation is significantly suppressed. Could the same be true in the Food God's Battlefield?

Hard to say.

The fifth and last line: Finally, please enter with caution.

Qin Chuan read the five characters three times, pondering in his mind.

The risk is huge. But he has no other choice now.

The poison of the Gu Soul will completely erode his will in less than a month.

Outside, he couldn't find any way to break the Gu spirit. He couldn't break into the Medusa clan's territory, and the three clan leaders had no solution either.

The only hope lies behind this crack.

The battlefield of the God of Cookery features top-tier ingredients and medicines from different dimensions.

Perhaps among them is something that can suppress or even dispel the Gu soul. Even if it can't be found, as long as one's food power exceeds 10,000 and becomes a Food God-level being, perhaps one's own power will be enough to resist the erosion of the Gu soul.

"Go in."

Qin Chuan made a decision.

He controlled the ancient sword demon and took a step towards the rift. A distance of one and a half meters.

The red and white light emanating from the crack grew even brighter. A faint suction force emanated from the crack, as if something was beckoning.

Qin Chuan stretched out the right hand of the ancient sword demon and peered into the crack.

When the finger was still half a meter away from the crack, the suction suddenly increased.

It didn't just increase a little bit, it increased dozens of times!

The ancient sword demon's massive body, over twenty meters tall, was like a leaf before that suction force. Qin Chuan had no time to react; he and the ancient sword demon were violently pulled towards the crevice.

The crack, only ten centimeters wide, expanded rapidly upon contact, growing into a massive vortex large enough to engulf the ancient sword demon's body in the blink of an eye.

The instant his body passed through the invisible barrier of the spatial rift, an irresistible force instantly enveloped Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan lost all sense of gravity. He couldn't distinguish up from down, left from right, or front from back. His concepts of time and space became completely chaotic.

A few seconds later.

hum!

All the strange phenomena vanished in the same instant.

At the same time, a bright light uncontrollably shone from the surface of his body. Golden light emanated from the gaps in the ancient sword demon, lasting for about two seconds before fading away.

Qin Chuan steadied himself immediately.

The ancient sword demon held his greatsword horizontally in front of him in a defensive stance. His Rinnegan was operating at full speed, the six golden rings spinning wildly, frantically cramming information about the surrounding environment into his brain.

There were no enemies around.

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, but not completely. He first retracted the ancient sword demon, and the dark purple metal shell dissipated layer by layer on his body, revealing Qin Chuan's own body inside.

The ground beneath my feet was gravel. The rough, gritty texture seeped through the soles of my boots; it was hard and cold.

Qin Chuan raised his head.

As far as the eye could see, there was a suffocating desolation.

The dark red Gobi Desert stretched to the horizon. The ground was covered with rough sand and gravel, its color somewhere between deep red and dark brown. In the distance stood some black rocky mountains, their shapes strange and twisted, jagged and abrupt, as if they had been blasted apart from within by some force and then solidified.

The sky was leaden gray. There was no sun, no stars, no moon.

The light, seemingly from nowhere, permeated the entire world, creating a dim and gloomy atmosphere that shrouded everything in a layer of gray.

A faint smell of sulfur filled the air, mixed with an indescribable metallic odor. When inhaled, it caused a slight burning sensation in the throat.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Apart from the occasional rustling of sand and gravel carried by a gentle breeze, there was no other sound. There were no insects chirping, no birds singing, and even the wind was so soft it seemed as if it were afraid of disturbing something.

Qin Chuan stood still and looked around for a full ten seconds.

"Is this the battlefield of the God of Cookery?"

His voice echoed across the vast Gobi Desert, but there was no response. The sound waves were swallowed up by the desolate land.