The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3284 - 3279: Target Locked_1

"Brother Yang Chen, you're quite formidable even as a newcomer, but I recommend starting with interfaces at difficulty levels of two or below. For anything exceeding the second level, it's best to think twice and team up with others if possible." Mo Wenfeng cautioned.

Yang Chen appreciated the helpful advice and responded, "Thanks for the reminder, Brother Mo. I'll certainly bear it in mind."

"That's wise. Plenty of fresh faces aim too high and venture into riskier interfaces, only to vanish without a trace. It's truly heartbreaking." Mo Wenfeng drew from his own encounters.

Yang Chen gave a nod and started reflecting deeply.

While the pair chatted, several figures drew near without a sound.

"Brother Mo!"

Yang Chen traced the voice and spotted Lu Tao along with his companions.

Noticing Lu Tao and the group closing in so swiftly, Mo Wenfeng showed surprise. "Brother Lu, how did you arrive here this quickly?"

"You and Brother Yang Chen moved too leisurely. We'd been training at the residence for a couple of days prior to showing up," Lu Tao and the fellow cultivators strode together and stated evenly.

Though Mo Wenfeng couldn't refute it, he and Yang Chen had indeed taken their time on the journey, allowing Mo Wenfeng to share numerous details with Yang Chen as a way to settle the debt for those elixirs.

At present, gazing at Lu Tao, Mo Wenfeng experienced a twinge of regret for excluding Yang Chen, making it feel somewhat cliquish.

Yet, upon reflection, he believed he'd balanced the favor sufficiently and added, "Brother Yang Chen, feel free to examine it on your own. Once you spot something suitable, head over to sign up. Oh, and you can trade the Fantasy Horn for Jiyu Essence."

"Appreciate the advice, Brother Mo." Yang Chen felt thankful. Mo Wenfeng might chase gains, but deep down, he wasn't a villain.

"Cut it out, Brother Mo. Anyone can dive into these details, so skip the extra chatter. Let's focus on the Haiyuan Star issue first. If others beat us to it, our shot at reaching Fourth Level Merit slips away," Lu Tao pressed.

Hearing that, Mo Wenfeng hurried after them. Evidently, the Haiyuan Star held vital importance.

Having absorbed plenty from Mo Wenfeng, Yang Chen felt no rush and wandered leisurely, flipping through the tomes.

Even if this sub-hall's offerings didn't match the elite merit halls, it still covered all the essentials needed.

After scanning the records, Yang Chen developed a firmer grasp on the star interfaces rated from danger level one up to ten.

Interfaces at lower difficulties often fell under the sway of lesser branches from the primary alien factions, like the Ruthless Beast Race, Netherworld, Spirit God Race, and Insect Race.

Certain such interfaces remained under human oversight, yet they simmered with endless unrest and clashes.

When it came to tougher interfaces, they tended to harbor the four alien groups that threatened humanity most severely.

Furthermore, the greater the level, the slimmer humanity's hold became. Danger levels past five mostly lacked documentation, shrouded in enigma. Unsurprisingly, they carried immense peril.

Still, that level of hazard came paired with rewards just as staggering. A single trip there to rescue a soul or slay a foe could net a hefty haul of Jiyu Essence.

Naturally, the odds of never making it back were alarmingly steep. Numerous top merit earners chased such perils, and ultimately, the majority failed to return.

Regarding the Ruthless Beast Race, Spirit God Race, Insect Race, and Netherworld, the sub-hall held entries on them. A quick skim of the old scrolls revealed nearly all the key facts.

Yang Chen already possessed solid knowledge on the Spirit God Race and Netherworld, and the findings aligned closely with his prior understanding.

But the Insect Race and Ruthless Beast Race stood apart.

The Ruthless Beast Race enjoyed fame on par with the Spirit God Race and Netherworld, yet it remained the most enigmatic bunch. Human accounts of them were scarce.

Yang Chen sensed that the Ruthless Beast Race could link somehow to the Earth Fiend Clan he recognized, given how alike their titles sounded.

And then the Insect Race.

The Insect Race formed an odd collective. They claimed no universe of their own but wielded influence that demanded respect. Across every great race, Insect Race sightings cropped up, particularly in zones ravaged by conflict where they swarmed like a flood, disrupting everything like a troublemaking rod.

Above all, the Insect Race boasted astonishing resilience. Though no single member might pack overwhelming power, their vast numbers and near-impossible extermination made them a nightmare.

Killing an Insect at your level proves simple, but should the battle drag without victory, swarms of equal-level Insects would swarm in.

Due to the Insect Race, solo missions turned exceedingly uncommon, marking the outlier instead of the norm.

Yang Chen devoted a few days to poring over the ancient texts, securing a complete picture of the diverse interfaces and the alien foes humanity confronted.

"Spirit God Race, Netherworld, Ruthless Beast Race, Insect Race..."

Yang Chen rubbed his chin. "I ought to pick an interface featuring the Netherworld."

He aimed to do so, naturally, to dismantle the Gates of Life and Death and honor his vow to He Luo.

He Luo's method, barring any mishap, ranked as the ultimate Dao technique. Absent that perfection, He Luo wouldn't have guarded it so fiercely.

Verifying this proved straightforward. He could simply seek a moment later to connect with He Luo's soul.

Selecting an interface rife with Netherworld activity let him gather Jiyu Essence while upholding his pledge to He Luo. What reason to refuse?

That said, Netherworld interfaces started at a minimum danger level of three or higher...

Yang Chen couldn't suppress a bitter grin. He'd planned to heed Mo Wenfeng and opt for a milder interface, typically minor alien offshoots tied to the four chief alien groups.

But after years tangling with the Spirit God Race and Netherworld, facing the Netherworld didn't strike him as some baffling, uncharted ordeal.

"This one it is..."

Yang Chen glanced about and resolved firmly.

"Spirit Fire World. Home to the Insect Race and the Netherworld. Fallen to the Netherworld six centuries back. The Gates of Life and Death stand planted. A human offshoot, the Spiritual Fire Human Clan, endures enslavement by the Netherworld. Credible reports indicate numerous Sky-Separating Ghost Kings guard it."

"Remove the Gates of Life and Death, earn 5,000 Jiyu Essence."

"Slay the Scorpio Ghost King, earn 3,000 Jiyu Essence."

"Rescue..."

These missions surfaced right away via his soul scan.

Beholding such a bounty of Jiyu Essence, Yang Chen's gaze sparkled with thrill. No surprise there; he'd toiled decades in the Taiyuan Star System, scraping together under 1,000 Jiyu Essence. Facing this much, how could elation not surge?