Three islands!
Ke Meng pointed at the island in the Far North. "Have you seen what's on that island?"
Di Ping was the embodiment of the sea, and the entire sea served as his eyes. That did not mean he couldn't see things.
In fact, as long as Di Ping piled the waves high enough, he could look down on the land from above.
Using that method, Di Ping could see very, very far.
"That island is covered in icebergs. There don't seem to be any living things on them, but there are some shattered blocks of ice. I get the feeling someone broke them deliberately," Di Ping stated.
Ke Meng nodded, silently committing that detail to memory.
"The other island we haven't visited is a desert. There are broken buildings on it, and I didn't sense any living things there either."
After speaking, Di Ping took out a pencil and drawing paper on his own initiative and began sketching.
Sketching was now a mandatory exercise for every S-Class member, allowing them to draw what they sensed through Synesthesia or saw with their own eyes, preserving and conveying information.
Di Ping's Spirituality was already very high, and his learning ability was off the charts. He had also put a great deal of effort into teaching himself to sketch recently, and his skills were no worse than a master sketch artist's.
Before long, he had drawn the general appearance of both islands.
One was covered in icebergs, the other a barren desert.
The shattered ice on the icebergs looked as though neatly formed geometric solids had been smashed apart.
The desert buildings were made of stacked stones. Something seemed to have been carved into their stone walls, but those markings had been crossed out with crude strokes.
"What's this?" Ke Meng