The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3382 - 3377: Eight Bronze Statues_1

Xing Tong focused her intent, her twin pupils glowing intensely: "How could they know the way? Navigating this formation is exceptionally hazardous; finding an exit surely presents a massive ordeal."

Yang Chen offered a faint laugh. "While this formation is indeed formidable, every preeminent faction possesses archives detailing such mechanisms. Over countless eras, surely they have devised methods to overcome them. Moreover, during its initial activation, Netherworld experts undoubtedly penetrated the perimeter to conduct investigations. The subsequent waves of Netherworld yin souls would have inherently inherited that accumulated knowledge."

"That makes perfect sense," Xing Tong murmured. "Then what are we delaying for? Let us shadow them immediately."

"Hold your impulses," Yang Chen advised. "My primary concern is my current inability to manifest my spacetime abilities. Following them under these conditions is hazardous. If my spacetime powers were accessible, I could tail them without exposing a single trace. Denied that advantage, the likelihood of successfully tracking them undetected is quite slim."

The secret to his previous ability to shadow the enemy without detection had been the precise application of spacetime laws.

By cloaking himself within the fabric of spacetime, he had remained completely invisible to his foes.

Watching the apprehension on Yang Chen’s face, Xing Tong poked her nose with a finger. "Do not fret, just watch me. While the Insect Race may lack many distinct talents, our expertise in concealment and evasion remains peerless. Step into my internal space first, and I will track them down myself."

Seeing her resolve, Yang Chen nodded. "Very well, bring me in."

Abandoning all resistance, he was enveloped by a flash of light as Xing Tong ushered him into the safety of her internal space.

This space was reminiscent of the dimensions held by the Black Mountain Black Bear brothers, representing a singular divine technique of the Insect Race.

Yang Chen now found himself surrounded by this internal realm.

A brief glance revealed the monotony of Xing Tong’s abdominal space. First, it lacked any adornments. Second, it was densely populated by swarms of insects.

These creatures tore and bit at one another in a constant state of savage evolution, creating a truly brutal display.

Shaking his head, Yang Chen ignored the insects. Instead, he projected his soul to perceive how Xing Tong was managing the pursuit.

Xing Tong certainly possessed impressive skills. She had burrowed deep into the earth, shifting her surroundings to ensure that not even a flicker of her aura leaked out. She clung closely to the target group, remaining entirely invisible.

The Ghost Kings of the Heaven-appointed Realm remained completely oblivious to her presence.

Exactly as Yang Chen had surmised, the Netherworld Ghost Kings seemed intimately familiar with the formation. They navigated through the smaller trials without a shred of hesitation.

In less than half a day's time, they had successfully bypassed nearly all of the 108 sub-formations.

At last, the final obstruction was cleared.

The landscape shifted dramatically, revealing a colossal, boundless palace standing before them.

Upon crossing the threshold, the most striking features were the eight bronze statues resting in distinct positions throughout the hall.

The eight statues stood with an aura of immense power, instantly seizing the focus of every Netherworld expert present.

As these Ghost Kings beheld the bronzes, their expressions shifted toward raw, intense greed.

It appeared as if the artifacts possessed the inherent potential to fundamentally alter their very cultivation.

"Yang Chen!" Xing Tong signaled.

Resting within her abdominal world, Yang Chen answered, "I am listening."

Xing Tong drew in a sharp breath. "If everything holds true to legend, these bronze statues act as the gateway to the Destiny Realm. I have heard that the Forbidden Spirit Ancestor retrieved them from the Origin Land. Their mystical power acts as the key for entry. Sadly, I lack the finer details."

"Maintain your watch closely and observe the movements of the Netherworld delegates," Yang Chen instructed, while observing through his own soul-link.

Xing Tong nodded. Since this goal was inextricably linked to her own advancement into the Destiny Realm, she dared not show any negligence.

Just then, she noticed a secondary group standing near the eight statues, causing her great surprise.

It was a contingent of the Spirit God Clan.

"Yang Chen, do you see that? Those are..." Xing Tong was stunned.

Leading this group was a Spirit God Clan Heavenly Bone Ghost King. More shocking still, one of the royal Spirit Gods under his command was none other than Di Zun, whom Yang Chen had previously repelled.

Although Di Zun’s wounds had clearly mended, his presence in this location remained baffling.

Yang Chen’s spirit studied the figure closely. "Is that truly Di Zun?"

"How did he manage to arrive here?" Xing Tong asked with curiosity.

Yang Chen theorized, "I suspect that during his flight, he activated a teleportation scroll to reach the side of the Spirit God guarding the Destiny Realm. It is logical that the Spirit God Clan, with its ancient lineage, would possess such invaluable talismans. Han Tian likely carried one as well, but he perished before he could crush it to escape my blade."

"How should we react with the Spirit God Clan present?" Xing Tong inquired.

"Stay calm," Yang Chen replied. "Just watch how the situation develops. We remain in the shadows, while they are fully exposed. If anyone is destined to panic, it will be the Netherworld faction first."

Xing Tong reflected on this and conceded the wisdom of his words. She remained quiet, hovering in the darkness.

Since Xing Tong and Yang Chen had spotted the Spirit God Clan, it was inevitable that the Netherworld party had spotted them as well.

"It is the Spirit God Clan," the White Claw Ghost King noted sourly.

The Heavenly Bone Ghost King turned his gaze toward the group. For a tense moment, both sides kept their weapons drawn, neither willing to initiate a reckless confrontation.

"As it turns out, we are in the presence of our daoist friends from the Netherworld," the leading Spirit God of the Destiny Realm remarked slowly.

The Heavenly Bone Ghost King replied with a cold expression, "It appears we have encountered the illustrious Wind Chant King and his brothers from the Spirit God Clan. We bear no ill will. If you would only share one of these bronze statues with us, we shall refrain from disturbing you further."

The request was simple; they demanded exactly one statue.

If the Spirit God Clan refused even this compromise, then they would have no choice but to engage in a confrontation.

Hearing this, the Wind Chant King narrowed his eyes, his complexion darkening. He understood the hidden threat behind the Netherworld's ultimatum.

He did not fear them, yet the situation left him with few options. After a brief pause, he stated, "Upon the arrival of our Spirit God Clan party, only two statues remained. We have already claimed one; consider the other yours."

Wind Chant King’s declaration sent a wave of panic through one of the powerful Spirit God members. "Senior Wind Chant, was that statue not reserved for my advancement?"

The Wind Chant King shook his head slowly. "Wild Stone, I had every intention of securing that statue for your benefit. However, the Netherworld delegation is not easily intimidated. Our numbers are inferior, and a forced confrontation would only result in a pyrrhic victory. Even if we triumphed, keeping both artifacts would be an impossible task. Your entry into the Destiny Realm will simply have to be delayed. This time, we shall cede the opportunity to Young Master Earthly Venerate."