The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3386 - 3381: Fusion of Insect Mother’s Egg_1

The air grew thick with tension, as if blades were unsheathed and arrows notched, ready for a clash to erupt at any heartbeat. After all, both parties were acutely aware of the fragile, calculated partnership they maintained. Their objectives were inextricably linked, and a single misstep threatened to shatter this precarious equilibrium instantly. And now... the standoff began to thaw, broken only by a sudden, sharp laugh from Xingtong.

Xingtong chuckled, remarking, "Why glare at me with such intensity? Rest easy; since I pledged the Insect Mother’s Egg to you, I have no intention of reneging on my word."

At these words, Yang Chen merely shook his head. He suspected Xingtong had indeed toyed with the idea of a betrayal, but reason had evidently conquered her greed. She would eventually realize that today’s choice was the wise one. Had she attempted treachery, she would have gained nothing while inviting only ruin and loss. Yang Chen stood firm in the belief that she was not the type to sacrifice everything for a spiteful act that yielded no benefit.

Xingtong gestured with a flick of her hand, withdrawing an egg roughly the size of a human infant from her spatial ring. Yang Chen watched it materialize, his expression softening into one of genuine satisfaction. The aura radiating from the egg matched his expectations perfectly. While the Heaven-separated Realm might have fallen short, the Heaven-appointed Realm provided exactly what he required.

"Since my Cultivation has advanced to the Heaven-appointed Realm, the insect egg within me has undergone profound transformations to align with my level. This should surely meet your needs. Once I surrender the Insect Mother’s Egg, I will be plunged into a period of acute vulnerability. You had best resolve this matter swiftly, so we may relocate," Xingtong spoke measuredly. Yang Chen simply nodded his understanding.

As Xingtong slipped into a state of meditative recovery, she reflected on her earlier impulse. She had certainly flirted with the idea of betraying him; however, cold logic dictated that such a path was suicidal. Even after reaching the Heaven-appointed Realm, she could conceive of no surefire way to slay Yang Chen. To move against him without guarantee of success would be to court a disaster tenfold—or even a hundredfold—more severe. Could she survive his wrath now? Perhaps. But what of the future? Who could offer a guarantee against a man with that level of potential? Weighing the variables, she concluded that a partnership with Yang Chen remained infinitely more lucrative than clinging to an Insect Mother’s Egg, which held little personal utility for her.

With the egg now in his possession, a flicker of joy danced in Yang Chen’s eyes. He remained intensely curious about what miracles might occur once the egg merged with his Ten Thousand Law Dao Embryo. There was no leisure for deliberation; he immediately began integrating the artifact, initiating the absorption process of the Ten Thousand Law Dao Embryo. This followed the same methodology he had gleaned from the Divine Night Sect. The Embryo hungered for such relics; the moment the egg entered his body, the Embryo reached out with eager essence, clutching it tight. Almost instantly, the typically dormant entity beamed, mimicking the innocent delight of a child. It drifted off into a contented slumber, embracing the egg as if it were a soft pillow.

As the entity succumbed to sleep, Yang Chen began tracking its progress. The Ten Thousand Law Dao Embryo was siphoning the essence of the egg, shrinking the shell even as the entity grew in stature. This growth was faint, imperceptible to the eye and detectable only to the sharpened soul sense of a cultivator. The more profound shift manifested in the fluctuating aura of the Embryo—a resonance that vibrated in tandem with his own existence. As the aura shifted, Yang Chen wore a puzzled look; rather than turning overtly destructive or aggressive, the Embryo seemed to simply grow more vibrant and spirited. Unfamiliar with the nuances of this evolution, he could only wait in stillness.

Fortunately, the wait was brief. Within a few days, the Ten Thousand Law Dao Embryo stirred from its nap. Its large eyes scanned the void in confusion; the comfortable 'pillow' had completely vanished, having been entirely consumed. Ignoring this, the creature simply yawned and drifted back into a daze, leaving Yang Chen speechless. The little entity had no concept that it had devoured a hard-won treasure in mere days. He exhaled a soft sigh, resigning himself to the process. He had no control over the outcome, nor could he determine if this evolution would grant the legendary power he sought.

As the process concluded, the color began to return to Xingtong’s face. She opened her eyes, fixing her gaze upon Yang Chen. "Is it finished?" she queried. "Indeed," Yang Chen replied, "but we must depart at once. We have overstayed our welcome.” Xingtong remained silent, fully aware of the necessity of flight. Yet, in the next instant, both figures froze, their expressions sharpening into hard, cold masks.

"It appears we were a hair too slow," Yang Chen muttered with a shake of his head. "When did they pinpoint our location?" Xingtong hissed, teeth gritted. Their respective soul senses had locked onto the encroaching presence of the Spirit God Race. King Feng Yin and his elite cohort had arrived. These beings had silently cordoned them in, sealing the very fabric of space to ensure no escape. They were evidently willing to exhaust any resource to claim their prize. "I cannot say," Yang Chen noted, his tone grim. "The Spirit God Race possesses methods beyond our knowledge. They have trapped us with unnerving precision. Retreating will be no simple task now." Xingtong spoke with chilling intent: "Enough is enough. These people think us mere prey. If they demand a war, we shall provide one. Having reached the Heaven-appointed Realm, I have no cause to fear them any longer!"