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

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, the sea surface here is abnormally calm.

There were no waves, no wind, not even the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks.

Song Chen stood in the air, with the sea surface 300 meters below him, but he could not feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. You should know that with his current level, he could sense even the fart of a strange beast within a hundred miles.

Li Qingcang pointed to the seawater beneath his feet: "It's right down there, six thousand meters below the seabed. The psionic vortex is right there. For fifty years, no one has been able to get close."

Song Chen looked down but couldn't see anything.

He frowned; six thousand meters wasn't deep for him.

With my current physical strength, I could easily traverse a trench ten times deeper.

What really concerned him was something else entirely. He probed down with his spiritual power to a depth of six thousand meters, and then extended it further down to thirty meters below the seabed mud and sand layer. There was nothing there; it was empty.

"I can't feel it," Song Chen said.

Li Qingcang nodded: "Of course you can't feel it. The spiritual energy density of that vortex is more than four hundred times that of the outside world, but its spiritual energy radiation is compressed in the core area, while a spiritual energy vacuum zone is formed on the outside."

Zhou Wangyue stood beside the two men, silently watching the sea.

His mental strength was inferior to Li Qingcang's, and far inferior to Song Chen's, but he could sense the strangeness of this sea area. It was too quiet, and even the seawater was still.

He looked for a while, then said two words: "No, there are no fish."

Song Chen also realized, "Yes, there are no fish."

The sea stretches as far as the eye can see, but there are no signs of any underwater life.

He took a deep breath: "I'll go down and take a look first."

"I'll go with you," Zhou Wangyue said.

"Teacher, no need. You wait for me upstairs. You can come down if anything happens."

"Let's go together," Zhou Wangyue said again, his tone unchanged.

Song Chen thought for a second, then nodded.

"Let's do it together then."

"Let's go."

Three people entered the water.

The seawater parted automatically, and Song Chen's psionic barrier formed a transparent isolation layer around the three of them, pushing the seawater away to a distance of ten meters.

They descended at an incredible speed, three thousand meters, four thousand meters, five thousand meters...

The deeper you go, the darker the sea becomes, as if you've gone from dusk into the dead of night.

But when they reached a height of 6,000 meters, the darkness was suddenly broken.

Song Chen saw a ball of light, a pale blue light, soft and steady.

At the center of the light was a vortex, about a hundred meters in diameter, slowly rotating.

The rotation speed is not fast, it can even be said to be very slow, but with each rotation, the pressure of the surrounding seawater increases sharply.

Song Chen could sense that the concentration of spiritual energy was rising rapidly, far exceeding that of the outside world.

Li Qingcang stopped in his tracks: "This is it."

Their location was 300 meters outside the vortex, which was the closest Li Qingcang could get to back then.

"Going further ahead, the spiritual pressure will increase exponentially; those below the sixth rank won't even be able to last a hundred meters."

Song Chen stared at the vortex, and the star core inside his body suddenly trembled slightly, as if something was scanning the star core.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Wangyue keenly noticed his movement.

"My star core seems to be being scanned."

Li Qingcang and Zhou Wangyue exchanged a glance. They didn't understand the details of the Star Core level, but they knew what it meant.

"I'll go forward, you wait here."

Song Chen made a decision.

This time, Zhou Wangyue didn't insist. He could tell that Song Chen wasn't just putting on a brave face; he was genuinely confident.

The next moment, Song Chen took a step.

He took three steps to cover a distance of three hundred meters.

As soon as he took his first step to within two hundred meters, his spiritual pressure suddenly increased, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

When he reached a distance of 100 meters, his spiritual pressure doubled, and his psionic barrier began to creak and groan, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

The third step was to stand thirty meters directly in front of the vortex.

Then the spiritual pressure vanished instantly. The surrounding spiritual energy density remained ridiculously high, but the pressure on him suddenly dropped to zero.

Instead, he felt a strange pull, as if a vortex was inviting him in.

Looking at the vortex in front of him, Song Chen suddenly felt a surge of tension.

He had a gut feeling that what was hidden in this vortex would change his entire understanding of the world.

The answer to all the changes on Earth since the beginning of the psionic era fifty-one years ago—the rampant spread of alien beasts, the awakening of humanity, the establishment of base cities, and the defenses built with the blood and flesh of countless people—is right before his eyes.

He raised his hand, ready to reach out and touch the vortex.

Just then, the vortex stopped.

All the spinning stopped for a moment, as if it had been turned off.

Then, the vortex began to shrink, rapidly decreasing in diameter from 100 meters to 50 meters, 30 meters, 10 meters, and 1 meter, before suddenly disappearing.

The seawater resumed its flow in that instant.

Song Chen didn't stay where he was. He looked at what was revealed after the vortex disappeared, and his pupils contracted slightly.

At the center of the vortex is a spaceship.

It is circular, suspended at a depth of 6,000 meters on the seabed, about 300 meters in diameter and 50 meters high, with an outer wall as smooth as a mirror.

There are no rivets, no welds, and no traces of splicing on the hull; it looks as if a single piece of metal was molded into this shape in one go.

The spaceship's surface emitted a pale blue fluorescent light, exactly the same as the light from the previous vortex.

The bottom of the spacecraft sank into the seabed sediment, and the surrounding seawater was displaced, forming a vacuum sphere with a diameter of about 400 meters.

There is no water, no mud, no air inside the sphere; it is a complete vacuum.

Song Chen found himself standing on the edge of the vacuum sphere. He glanced back and saw that Li Qingcang and Zhou Wangyue had caught up and were standing three steps behind him, one on each side.

Both men's eyes were fixed on the spaceship. Li Qingcang's brows were furrowed into a knot, while Zhou Wangyue's hand was already on the hilt of his knife.

As the three watched, the outer wall of the spaceship lit up.

It spread outward from the center of the ship in an instant, and then a sound rang out.

"Humans from Blue Star".

The voice was devoid of any emotion, yet everyone heard it clearly.

"I have waited for hundreds of millions of years, and finally you have arrived."

Upon hearing this, Song Chen's heart skipped a beat.

Hundreds of millions of years?

The psionic era only began 51 years ago; the meteorite fall, genetic awakening, and the evolution of alien beasts—all of this has only been half a century.

This alien says it has waited for hundreds of millions of years?

Li Qingcang and Zhou Wangyue's expressions changed. They understood this better than Song Chen. If this civilization had arrived on Earth hundreds of millions of years ago, then human history would be nothing more than a speck of dust in the entire timeline.

The voice continued, this time carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"You should thank our Cangxing civilization for being the first to discover Blue Star."

"Instead of devouring or plundering civilizations in the universe."

"Therefore, humanity, kneel down and thank the great Cangxing civilization. Without us, you would not be where you are today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space inside the entire vacuum sphere suddenly trembled, as if an invisible hand had pressed down on the shoulders of the three of them.

Li Qingcang and Zhou Wangyue both groaned at the same time, their knees bending slightly.

Song Chen stood still, without moving an inch.

The star core within his body was spinning rapidly, emitting scorching air currents that collided head-on with the oppressive feeling.

He could sense that power, which was immense and ancient, far surpassing any power he currently possessed, yet posed no threat to him.

I don't know if it's because that force didn't intend to hurt him.

Song Chen looked up at the spaceship and asked a completely unrelated question: "Who taught you your language?"

"We know your language, your civilization, and everything you possess."

The voice answered without any emotion.

Then the voice rang out again, its tone unchanged, calm and ancient.

"Humanity, we have been indebted to you for hundreds of millions of years. It's not too much to ask for a word of thanks."