Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Qin Chuan flew out of the underground cave.

The gray sky remained oppressive, unchanged. The wind blew from the east, carrying the smell of sand and gravel as it brushed against his face.

Without pausing, he activated his Rinnegan and began a full-range scan, flying towards the black mountain range in the northeast.

This time, he lowered his flight altitude to thirty meters. The closer he got to the ground, the more accurate his Rinnegan became at detecting underground creatures. The trade-off was a narrower field of vision, but in this desolate place, almost nothing posed an aerial threat to him.

After flying for about forty minutes, the outline of the black mountains became clearer and clearer.

The mountains weren't high, the tallest only five or six hundred meters. But their shapes were extremely bizarre, resembling giant, broken fingers stuck into the ground. The mountains were pure black, their surfaces abnormally smooth, with some strange patterns faintly visible.

Qin Chuan glanced at them and then looked away. The mountains themselves weren't of much value; he was interested in the valleys between them.

The scanning wave of the Rinnegan penetrated the mountain and extended into the depths of the canyon.

Have it.

About 25 kilometers away, in a cave in a canyon, a second life signal was detected.

The signal was even stronger than Lei Jiaolong's.

Qin Chuan immediately slowed down, hovered in mid-air, and concentrated his mental energy to perform a precise scan.

The information came to mind.

It was a snake.

An extremely large snake.

It is 900 meters long and weighs 280 tons.

Its body is coiled up in a giant cave at the bottom of the canyon, with the snake's body overlapping each other, looking from the outside like a small mountain made of scales.

The scales are jet black, each as large as a tabletop. The snake's head is flat and broad, its mouth spanning over ten meters when closed. Its two eyes are closed, with a pair of dark gold vertical stripes on its eyelids.

The Rinnegan's identification information popped up.

The Devouring Serpent. Capture level: 1280 years.

Qin Chuan's fingers tightened slightly when he saw the number.

It was a full hundred years older than Lei Jiaolong.

A capture level of 1280 years corresponds to a food strength of 11,000 to 13,000. This is significantly higher than Qin Chuan's current level of 9,993.

But this did not affect his plans.

The God of Food's oppressive aura doesn't discriminate based on physical strength. It's a crushing force on a spiritual level, acting on the deep-seated instinct for obedience. As long as the bloodline of the God of Food's civilization bears its mark, it will inevitably be affected.

Medusa, whose appetite was previously 9,999, was still overwhelmed by the God of Food's pressure, causing her condition to plummet. As for Lei Jiaolong, he was completely unable to move, lying on the ground.

Although the capture level of the Devouring Serpent is higher, the principle is the same.

The problem lies in the depletion of mental energy.

Qin Chuan touched his forehead. Killing the Thunder Dragon had already depleted a significant portion of his mental energy, leaving him with about 50% of his reserves. The Devouring God's Spirit Summoning Technique consumed about 20% of his energy each time. Adding the energy consumed by controlling the Ancient Sword Demon, his mental energy would likely drop below 20% after this battle.

A success rate below 20% is already very dangerous. If you encounter anything on the road, you won't even have the strength to protect yourself.

"I only have one chance," Qin Chuan thought to himself. "Once I suppress it with the power of the God of Food, I must kill it with one blow. I can't delay."

The Devouring Serpent was several times larger than the Thunder Dragon. It was 900 meters long and weighed 280 tons. Finding its vital point and killing it with a single sword strike would be quite difficult.

A snake's heart is located about one-seventh of its body length behind its head. One-seventh of a 900-meter snake's heart would be approximately 130 meters in length.

"One hundred and thirty meters." Qin Chuan memorized this number.

He began to approach.

The flight altitude decreased again, flying close to the shadow of the mountain ridge. It used the terrain to its advantage, concealing its presence as much as possible.

Fifteen kilometers. Ten kilometers. Five kilometers.

The Devouring Serpent still hasn't woken up.

Qin Chuan stopped behind a huge rock above the canyon entrance. From this angle, one could see the massive cave entrance at the bottom of the canyon.

The cave entrance is fifty meters wide and thirty meters high. A section of the black snake's tail protrudes from the cave entrance, and the thickness of the tail is about the same as that of a hundred-year-old tree.

"Now."

The ancient sword demon has appeared.

A dark purple metallic shell formed around his body. This time, Qin Chuan didn't linger in the air; while summoning the Sword Demon, he swooped down towards the cave.

Extremely fast. The ancient sword demon's body was enveloped in a layer of purple energy, like a dark purple meteor falling from the sky.

They reached the cave entrance in three seconds.

The Devouring Serpent sensed it.

The moment Qin Chuan rushed into the cave, the nine-hundred-meter-long giant snake awoke. Its two dark golden eyes opened simultaneously, and its vertical pupils shone with two beams of golden light in the darkness.

The 900-meter-long snake body began to writhe. Huge scales rubbed against the cave walls and floor, making a rustling sound. The sound was amplified countless times within the enclosed cave, sounding as if ten thousand snakes were crawling simultaneously.

The Devouring Serpent raised its head.

A flat, enormous snake head emerged from the coils of the snake's body, its two dark golden vertical pupils locking onto the ancient sword demon that was diving down.

Its mouth opened.

Qin Chuan saw the scene inside the Devouring Serpent's mouth. Two rows of curved fangs, each two or three meters long. A black liquid seeped from the gaps between the fangs, dripping onto the ground with a hissing sound, corroding small pits into the rocks.

The Devouring Serpent let out a sharp hiss at Qin Chuan.

The sound was extremely penetrating, piercing directly into Qin Chuan's ears and reverberating in his mind. A mental attack. The Devouring Serpent possesses innate mental interference abilities.

Qin Chuan felt a sharp pain in his temple, and his vision blurred for half a second.

But only for half a second.

The Rinnegan spun violently in the pupil, tearing apart the power of mental interference.

"It's my turn."

Divine communication techniques.

The phantom of the God of Food burst forth from behind Qin Chuan. It had a gigantic head, curved horns, a mouth splitting to its ears, and eyes burning with golden flames.

A thousand-meter-high phantom pierced directly through the cave ceiling, ran through the entire mountain, and revealed its complete outline under the gray sky.

The psychological pressure was overwhelming.

The Devouring Serpent's reaction was much stronger than that of the Thunder Dragon.

Its 900-meter-long serpentine body suddenly tensed, every single black scale standing on end, as if its entire body had bristled. Its two dark golden vertical pupils shrank into two thin slits in an instant.

hiss--

The Devouring Serpent let out a cry completely different from before. It wasn't an aggressive shriek, but fear. A primal fear from the depths of its soul.

The snake's head began to lower.

The 900-meter-long snake body began to loosen. The posture that had previously formed a small mountain dissipated, and the snake body spread out on the floor of the cave, flattening out in circles.

The Heaven-Devouring Serpent is submitting.

But Qin Chuan noticed a detail: the Devouring Serpent's submission was slower than that of the Thunder Dragon.

Lei Jiaolong was almost instantly subdued by the oppressive power of the God of Food. The Devouring Serpent, however, struggled as it lowered its head, with parts of its body trembling slightly, as if fighting against its instincts.

The capture level of 1280 years was not for nothing. The Devouring Serpent's mental strength far surpassed that of the Thunder Dragon, and even when facing the pressure of the God of Food, it was trying to resist.

But resistance is futile.

Three seconds later, the head of the Devouring Serpent was completely pressed against the ground. Its body was spread out, covering most of the cave.

Qin Chuan didn't waste a single second.

The ancient sword demon raised its greatsword high above its head.

He located the target on the snake's body. About 130 meters behind the snake's head, beneath its scales, there was a faint pulse.

heart.

One sword!

puff-

The greatsword plunged straight down from above. The tip pierced through the black scales, the thick snakeskin and muscles, and continued downwards until it struck something that was throbbing.

The giant sword pierced the heart of the Devouring Serpent.

The snake's body twitched violently. Its nine-hundred-meter-long body spasmed like a water pipe that had been stepped on, and its tail lashed out, slamming into the cave wall and creating a hole more than ten meters deep.

The gravel fell with a loud rumble.

Then there is no more.

The Devouring Serpent's body went limp. The muscles beneath its scales lost their tension, its head tilted to one side, and its dark golden vertical pupils turned grayish-white.

died.

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.