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

Zhou Wangyue was startled.

The psionic vortex, the meteorite impact site deep in the Pacific Ocean, a place that requires a seventh-level cultivator to enter.

No one has been inside for fifty years. All detection equipment breaks down within ten seconds of entering, and even the strongest martial artist experiences a reverse flow of qi and blood upon entering.

He looked at Song Chen and suddenly realized what his disciple meant by "Star Core Level 1".

"Go, we've waited fifty years for this day." Zhou Wangyue straightened up.

Song Chen nodded: "Okay, let's go together."

After saying that, he took out his phone and dialed Li Qingcang's encrypted channel.

He answered the phone after it rang twice. Li Qingcang's voice came through the phone, accompanied by the rustling sound of papers turning in the background, probably signing documents again.

"Speaker, I'm going to that vortex. You said you'd go with me."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communicator, then Li Qingcang's voice came through again: "Wait for me, I'll be there in forty minutes."

"You didn't get from Beijing to Tianjin this quickly last time."

"That's cruising speed. This time I'm using afterburner."

The communication was disconnected.

Less than forty minutes later, a small shuttle appeared over Tianhai Port.

The hull is matte black, and the engine room has been clearly modified.

The shuttle crashed into the Tianhai Port military helipad at an unusually high descent speed. It suddenly slowed down when it was less than 100 meters from the ground. The anti-gravity buffer on the bottom of the ship emitted a low hum and landed steadily in the center of the helipad.

The hatch opened, and Li Qingcang flew out.

He glanced at the long line of supplies at Tianhai Port, then at the hundreds of beast king corpses being dismembered outside the city walls, before quickly flying towards the Tianhai University office building.

Soon, the three of them sat down in Zhou Wangyue's office.

Outside the window is the East China Sea, where the Sea Dragon Clan's transport team is unloading the third batch of crystal ore.

After sitting down, Li Qingcang didn't rush to talk about the vortex. Instead, he took out a neatly folded document and spread it on the table.

Let me tell you about the recent situation.

"First, after the global eradication of the land beast kings, all countries have made progress smoothly."

"All nests of level two or above within the territory of Great Xia have been completely eliminated, and the scattered soldiers of level three and below will be cleared out by the respective military regions."

"Secondly, in terms of post-war reconstruction, the Ministry of Agriculture expects to restore half of the pre-war arable land area within three months, and the first batch of psionic crystals transported from the ocean has begun to be used in the upgrade of the city defense system."

"Third, the supplies brought by the Sea Dragon Clan and the Giant Whale Clan far exceeded our expectations. The treaty you signed stipulated that 90% of the tribute should be paid, and we originally thought that it would be quite good if we could achieve 60% or 70% of that."

"But Yuanqian and Jingyue..."

He paused, seemingly searching for the right word.

"These two agents carried out their duties far more effectively than our intelligence agencies had anticipated."

"In the past, humans could only obtain a fraction of the ocean's annual psionic crystal production, but now 90% of it is transported to Skysea Port."

"The Tianhai Port's material sorting center was just expanded, and now it's not enough again. Gu Qianzhi sent me a report saying that they are receiving more deep-sea elixir samples now than in the past fifty years combined, and the researchers simply can't analyze them all."

"If this batch of resources continues to be supplied, the number of martial artists and the overall strength of Great Xia can double in one or two years at most."

Song Chen nodded; this was within his expectations.

After explaining the situation, Li Qingcang closed the document and said, "There's something else. After the treaty you signed was published, countries like the United States, the United Kingdom, and the European Union sent us notes."

"The wording is very polite, but the meaning is the same: marine resources are a global commons, and now Great Xia monopolizes 90% of the output. Can we share some of it?"

As he spoke, he pulled out another document from his jacket pocket. It was an official note from the United Kingdom, with the national emblem of the United Kingdom and the words "To Great Xia" printed on the cover.

He placed the document on the table and tapped his finger on the cover.

Song Chen didn't even glance at the document and said directly, "What's the point of dividing it? I cleared the Pacific Ocean, I killed the Sea Dragon King, I killed the Giant Whale King, and I signed the treaty. If anyone has any objections, let them come find me."

Li Qingcang looked at him, then reached out and picked up the diplomatic note from the table: "Alright, then I'll reply to them with this wording."

At this moment, Song Chen stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the ocean to the east.

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the lights of Tianhai Harbor gradually illuminated the twilight.

The trails of the transport convoy were still faintly visible on the sea surface, and the massive whales were swimming in a line towards the deep sea.

The beast king's corpse outside the city wall had been mostly decomposed, with only a few particularly large ones still being loaded onto trucks by cranes.

He looked for a while, then suddenly spoke, seemingly casually, but the question made the two people behind him fall silent.

"Teacher, Speaker Li, if I'm no longer on Earth, can Great Xia still suppress the marine monsters?"

The office fell silent immediately.

Li Qingcang and Zhou Wangyue exchanged a glance. They didn't ask what he meant by those words; they both knew that Song Chen wouldn't say something like that without a reason.

He had previously mentioned that he had obtained something left behind by the Cangxing civilization, and now that he's asking this question, it means he already has some kind of judgment in mind:

This trip to the vortex may not just be for exploration; we may have to leave.

Li Qingcang pondered for a moment before speaking, without asking "Where are you going?", but directly answering Song Chen's question.

"Yes." His tone was very confident.

"The reason why marine beasts were strong before was not because they were inherently more powerful than humans. In terms of cultivation talent, the upper limit of human martial artists is actually no lower than that of any beast. Their strength was due to resources."

"The ocean covers 70% of the Earth's surface, and the vast majority of spiritual energy crystals, deep-sea herbs, and life crystal cores are located on the seabed."

"Humans haven't been able to access these resources for fifty years, and they're relying entirely on the limited production on land to survive. Of course, they can't win."

"Things are different now. The treaty you signed has turned the ocean into a resource pool for humanity, with 90% of the output being transported ashore. This provides a continuous source of fuel for the Great Xia's martial arts training system."

"Whether our strength will double in one or two years, or how far we'll reach in ten years, no one dares to say."

"But as long as this blood-drawing mechanism is not broken, the marine monsters will never catch up with humans."

After listening, Song Chen nodded silently.

He looked out the window at the dark sea, towards the direction of the psionic vortex deep in the Pacific Ocean.

Let's go.

The three walked out of the office, with Song Chen leading the way. His Beiming Battle Armor gleamed slightly in the moonlight on the rooftop, and Li Qingcang followed behind him.

Zhou Wangyue walked last, and when he reached the edge of the rooftop, he looked back at his office.

The door was ajar, and moonlight slanted in through the window, falling on the desk piled with documents.

Without hesitation, he turned around and never looked back.

Song Chen reached out and put one hand on the shoulder of one person.

The void traversal was activated, space folded up in front of him, and the three disappeared from the rooftop of Tianhai University.