High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Sky Island #001, Administrator Center.

Although Chen Mo disliked Yang Yan's values ​​to some extent, he was very honest when it came to transactions.

The Great Xia also has some information about the Celestial Race, but those are things that everyone already knows.

The Heavenly Core that Yang Yan mentioned was unknown to anyone before, and Chen Mo felt that this transaction was not an equal exchange at all.

In his view, it was just describing the feelings and emotions of various emotions, and it didn't even count as a transaction.

The Celestial Race's Sky Island does not have nighttime; rather, the Celestial Race members they had previously observed were restricted to being active only from noon to midnight.

After midnight, it will be the activity time for another group of Celestials.

This scene made Chen Mo increasingly feel that the Sky Island was not a place for living, but a giant prison.

Only Yang Yan, who is the administrator, and those martial artists of the fourth rank can move freely.

After an afternoon of conversation, Yang Yan said he needed some time to process and verify what Chen Mo said, and thus temporarily ended the transaction between the two.

Chen Mo readily agreed, as he also needed time to process the information he had received that day.

Under Yang Yan's arrangement, the two moved into the rest room in the administrator center. The Celestial Race did not have bedrooms at all.

"So, how much of what Yang Yan said do you think is true?"

Geng Lianhu leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette made by the Celestial Race dangling from his mouth.

This stuff is supposedly tobacco grown in the thermosphere, and it's incredibly potent.

"He is very likely not lying."

Chen Mo also had a cigarette in his mouth. This stuff didn't have a bad taste; it was very fragrant.

"Didn't he say that the most core thing about the Celestial Race, besides genes, is the Celestial Core?"

"Their body tempering actually involves using the Celestial Core."

"Or rather, the Heavenly Core is the prototype of the Life Core. When the three cores are unified, the Heavenly Core will be promoted to the Life Core."

"That Celestial Core also reflects the essence of the Celestial race growing faster than the human race, and being stronger than the human race in realms below the Grandmaster level."

"Once they reach the Grandmaster level or above, there isn't much difference between them and humans."

Chen Mo took a deep drag on the tobacco from his fingertip and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray next to him.

After understanding the true nature of the Celestial Race, these creatures who never communicated with the outside world didn't seem so mysterious anymore.

"So, is this information enough?"

Geng Lianhu lit another cigarette; he didn't think such a small amount would satisfy Chen Mo.

"Not enough, far from enough."

Chen Mo shook his head and leaned back wearily on the sofa.

"I knew too little about the Celestials before, and I always thought they were just too arrogant or emotionless."

"But now I know why Quetzalcoatl called them 'weapons'."

"Compared to normal living beings, they are more like androids."

"Even animals have maternal instincts, but they don't."

Geng Lianhu did not respond; he had also noticed this since arriving at Sky Island.

The Celestial Race members standing next to Yang Yan earlier seemed like androids to him, but he could sense the presence of blood and energy in them.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Dean Geng, have you forgotten something?"

Chen Mo's lips curled up, and his body slowly disappeared after taking a step back.

"I knew you were going to cause trouble..." Geng Lianhu's blood pressure spiked, and he began planning how to escape with Chen Mo.

"No, no, no, how could I cause trouble?"

Chen Mo sat back down on the sofa and quickly waved his hand.

"I was just curious to explore our friendly neighbors."

"Don't worry, no one will find out."

Chen Mo was quite confident in the disguise effect of the Demon Phantom.

Just to be on the safe side, he even asked Chu Tianhua to test the effect of the Demon Phantom.

Neither sonar, thermal imaging, nor infrared light could detect Chen Mo's presence.

If Chu Tianhua didn't actually know that Chen Mo was standing right in front of him, he would have even wondered if he had a split personality.

"So when do you plan to leave?"

Geng Lianhu knew he couldn't persuade Chen Mo, so he simply let him be.

"No rush. We'll be trading with Yangyan gradually over the next few days, and I can exchange some more useful information for them."

"Otherwise, running around like a headless fly will definitely cause problems."

Chen Mo pondered what other information he needed besides how to awaken Yang Zuo.

Geng Lianhu suddenly stood up and placed his hand on Chen Mo's forehead.

"Wait, who are you!?"

Geng Lianhu looked wary as he sized up Chen Mo.

"The kid I know isn't like this. Are you possessed by something?"

Geng Lianhu's vigilance was not without reason.

Normally, Chen Mo is a player who takes things one step at a time.

What does it have to do with him? Let's do it first and worry about the consequences later.

Chen Mo was speechless. Was this really the impression he had left on Geng Lianhu?

Although he is a bit reckless in his actions, he only takes action when he is absolutely certain of success.

He was now in a completely unfamiliar place, and the external terrain alone was quite complex, not to mention the interior of the sky island.

Only by gathering enough information can you ensure that you can achieve your predetermined goals.

"Dean Geng, that's enough..."

"Also, there's a high chance our current conversation will be overheard by the Celestial Race, so it's best to keep it under control."

Geng Lianhu is able to sense the electromagnetic waves generated by technological products; there are nearly thirty such devices in the room alone, similar to radio equipment.

"Dean Geng, why don't you look up and take a look?"

Chen Mo pointed to the top of his head, where two cameras were staring straight at them.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen..."

Chen Mo's lips curled up slightly. He had deliberately arranged this conversation with Geng Lianhu for the Celestial Race, or rather, for Yang Yan to hear.

He felt that Yang Yan was acting strangely; his expressions and emotions changed too much.

The other Celestials are like wooden figures, while Yang Yan is closer to being a 'human'.

...

The following day, in the administrator center's rest room.

A deep blue light illuminated the entire room, and Yang Yan was soaking in a huge petri dish.

At noon, the nutrient solution in the petri dish was instantly drained, and Yang Yan reopened his eyes.

"Report to the administrator: The conversation between your two guests last night has been recorded."

A Celestial being dressed in a combat bodysuit walked in and handed Yang Yan a pair of headphones.

"Since you ordered that we not be allowed to conduct any analysis, I'm handing this recording directly to you."

"I think they might be using some techniques to cover up what they're actually talking about. My suggestion is to let the AI ​​analyze and process it."

Yang Yan put on his combat suit and took the headset handed to him by the Celestial Race member.

Yang Yan glanced at the Celestial Race member who hadn't left yet, then put away his headphones.

"No, the AI's computing power is limited. We should prioritize dealing with the attacks on Sky Island 057 and 091."

"I'll take care of this basic analysis. You can go now."

"Yes, Administrator!" The Celestial only turned and left after hearing the order to leave, looking not much different from the androids.

As Yang Yan watched the departing figure of the Celestial Race member, a frown appeared on his usually expressionless face for the first time.

"I hope you understand what I mean, so that the cooperation can continue..."