The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3383 - 3378: Escape Smoothly_1

Although Wild Stone felt reluctant, he understood that the danger of a third party interfering in their conflict was far too great to ignore; they simply could not shoulder such a risk.

Ultimately, he had to prioritize the collective interest of his clan.

The Wild Stone Spirit God finally spoke: "Agreed, we shall heed your counsel, senior."

King Feng Yin let out a soft sigh, clearly lamenting the missed opportunity. For now, however, patience was their only option.

While appearing nonchalant, King Feng Yin kept his eyes locked onto the faction of yin souls hailing from the Netherworld.

Much like the King, the Netherworld's Ghost Kings were deeply wary of the Spirit God Race, maintaining a cautious distance and refusing to initiate anything reckless.

Yet, because their focus was entirely fixated on one another, they remained oblivious to the fact that Xingtong lurked in the shadows, poised for a strike.

Even Xingtong found herself perplexed, questioning, "What is so truly unique about these bronze statues that they could enable Sky-separation Realm cultivators to break into the Heaven-appointed Realm?"

Yang Chen spoke slowly, "I just observed that out of all eight statues, only two house a Golden Light Relic. Both of those are currently claimed by the Spirit God Race and the Netherworld. Logic dictates the core key rests within these relics. Securing one should reveal the path forward to the Heaven-appointed Realm."

"A relic..." Xingtong narrowed her gaze and murmured, "You are likely correct. Each statue carries one, yet only two possess that golden glow. With the Netherworld and the Spirit God Race each holding their own, what are we to do?"

Yang Chen replied, "Presently, both factions are locked in a tense standoff, guarding their treasures and too hesitant to leave themselves vulnerable. Our only option is to wrest the relic from their grasp."

Xingtong knitted her brows. "How do you propose we snatch them? Have you regained full control over the local spacetime laws?"

After a moment of hesitation, Yang Chen sighed, "The Space-Time Law has returned to my control, but the odds remain stacked against us. Ideally, we would claim two relics, one for each of us. Realistically, though, obtaining two Golden Light Relics is near impossible. At best, we might make off with one, provided we are willing to pay the price to escape unscathed; attempting both is pure fantasy."

A profound sense of helplessness washed over Yang Chen.

Given their circumstances, securing Xingtong’s entry into the Heaven-appointed Realm was the paramount mission. He could, after all, utilize Bao Lu to reach that realm once he returned to his own affairs.

Admittedly, if he were to reach higher levels sooner by using the relic, he would hardly complain.

However, reality was rarely so simple. Given the current situation, clutching a second relic seemed utterly beyond his reach.

"Then we choose one. But which is the target? And besides, how do we plan to vanish?" Xingtong asked, meticulously vetting the practicality of the plan.

Hands clasped firmly behind his back, Yang Chen mused, "Truthfully, I would prefer to strip the Netherworld of their prize, but at this stage, the Spirit God Race is our only viable choice."

"What is your reasoning?" Xingtong questioned.

Yang Chen offered a wry smile, "Consider this: even if we managed to pilfer the relic from the Netherworld, our identity would be unmasked, and our location pinned. The Spirit God Race would naturally find out. Given our deep-seated vendetta with Di Zun, do you truly believe he would let it go? He is the one favored to reach the Heaven-appointed Realm within their ranks. If we allow him to succeed, we will face catastrophic consequences. Dealing with a rogue Destiny Realm cultivator from the Spirit God Race is at least within our capabilities."

"Your logic holds, but the issue remains: where are we planning to flee?" Xingtong inquired.

"If we found our way in, the path out must exist. Search the perimeter. Speed is essential; I will seize the relic, and your duty is to locate the extraction point so we may vanish immediately upon success," Yang Chen commanded.

Evaluating the strategy, Xingtong decided it was their best hope, so she offered a brief nod: "Understood."

Without a wasted word, Yang Chen parted ways with Xingtong, centering his attention on the Spirit God Race.

The Spirit God faction remained entirely occupied with the presence of the Netherworld, oblivious to Yang Chen’s repositioning.

Finally, King Feng Yin issued the order: "Young Master Earthly Venerate, we commence."

Without a moment to lose, Di Zun fixed his gaze on the bronze figure, reaching out to channel his essence into extracting the artifact.

"Extracting that Golden Light Relic is no simple task, Young Master. Do not grow reckless; commit your full power to ensure success," King Feng Yin cautioned.

Di Zun nodded curtly, "I am well aware!"

He would not allow himself to fail; this was his chosen gateway to the Heaven-appointed Realm. Only with such power could his status reach the zenith.

Once he broke through to that level, he would extract his vengeance and display his absolute dominance over those who had wronged him.

As for now...

The moment was finally at hand.

Di Zun watched the statue with bated breath, praying for the relic to emerge.

Time drifted by. As the relic began to slide outward, its golden radiance intensified. Eventually, the surrounding space began to hum with vibration. This disturbance was birthed by the artifact itself, resonating with a formidable power inherent to its core.

Di Zun’s excitement mounted; the sheer intensity of the force binding the relic suggested an extraordinary grade, promising him even greater cultivation benefits.

Minutes passed—perhaps the time to steep a cup of tea—and greed clouded Di Zun’s judgment as the climax drew near.

Simultaneously, the King of the Netherworld was engaged in the same struggle, his progress mirroring that of Di Zun.

Both men were on the precipice of victory.

In terms of speed, Di Zun held a slight edge, his relic already halfway breached from the stone.

Slowly, it inched further still.

Finally, through sheer force of will, Di Zun managed to pull the treasure free.

Di Zun erupted in triumph, "Hahaha! With this in hand, my path to the Heaven-appointed Realm is secured! It is famously difficult for those of the Spirit God Race to ascend, so obtaining this divine token is clearly a blessing from above."

Yet, amidst his elation, the relic suddenly vanished into thin air.

An icy stillness descended upon the atmosphere at the sudden disappearance.

"What took place?" Di Zun’s body went rigid.

King Feng Yin, ever sharp, detected the anomaly instantly and roared, "You cowardly thief! Show yourself!"

The culprit behind the theft was none other than Yang Chen. But he had no intention of stopping for the King's demands. With a sudden burst of movement, he leaped away, poised for a frantic escape.