The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3400 - 3395: The Enslaved Wan Qiuying_1

A sense of amusement washed over him; clearly, his own estimations of his movement speed had been far too optimistic. He simply hadn't anticipated the Heavenly Palace opening its gates with such haste.

Regardless, arriving a bit late didn't mean he had missed his chance. He had merely bypassed the initial wave, which would have arguably been the most efficient time to enter.

"A handful of cultivators are still making their way in. Though I am delayed, it isn't too late," Yang Chen declared, clasping his hands behind his back.

This suited him just fine; after all, gaining entry to the Heavenly Palace and catching up was still well within the realm of possibility.

With this thought, Yang Chen accelerated his pace and vanished in a flicker of movement. He slipped into the Heavenly Palace, remaining entirely undetected by those around him.

The moment he stepped inside, a heavy pressure weighed upon his mind, and the enigmatic pull he had experienced outside intensified significantly.

"What on earth is this..." Yang Chen mused, his brow furrowing with genuine curiosity.

However, now that this sensation had flared up, he could discern that the force calling to him wasn't fixated on his physical being, but rather resonated with the Dao laws he harbored within.

It was precisely because of this connection that he could faintly track the origin of the pull whenever he invoked his own laws.

"I must investigate this further," Yang Chen resolved.

Some mysteries demanded to be solved, or it simply wouldn't align with his nature to walk away.

But for now, there was no reason to rush.

He first needed to project his soul to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.

Yang Chen melded into the shadows, suddenly unleashing his soul power to blanket every inch of the space around him. His primary goal was to conduct a thorough reconnaissance of the Heavenly Palace.

Yet, it soon became evident that the scale of the Heavenly Palace was far too vast for his soul to encapsulate in a single sweep.

Based on his own calculations, not even the experts of the Heavenly Fate Realm could hope to accomplish such a feat.

Exploring the secrets of this place would have to be a gradual, step-by-step process.

"There are genuinely potent treasures hidden within this palace. My soul has barely reached out, and I have already sensed conflicts erupting in several directions," Yang Chen muttered to himself.

He had no intention of interfering in these petty squabbles, but as he probed further, he stumbled upon someone he was obligated to locate.

That person was Wan Qiuying, the daughter of Wan Tianyu.

Regarding Wan Qiuying, Yang Chen could not simply turn a blind eye. Regardless of the rewards promised by Wan Tianyu, this was a matter of his own personal principles.

"Time to see what's happening," he decided.

Yang Chen’s figure dissolved as he lunged toward Wan Qiuying’s precise coordinates, closing the distance with incredible speed.

Upon arriving, he narrowed his eyes at the sight before him: a vast expanse of lava fire sea.

The sight was quite impressive, for the intensity of this sea of fire was not far behind the Hellfire Mountain. It was undoubtedly a supreme object, capable of being refined into a powerful World Treasure.

It was little surprise that the denizens of the Netherworld had abandoned Hellfire Mountain and diverted their efforts to bring Wan Qiuying here. They had been fully aware that greater World Treasures, ones that played into their strengths, awaited them in this location.

The current tension was palpable. Three distinct factions were present: a group of humans, allies from the Spirit God Race and the Tian Di Clan, and the most formidable force, the Netherworld creatures.

The Netherworld contingent had deployed over a dozen cultivators at the Heaven-separated Realm, led by two prominent, Emperor-Rank Ghost Beings.

While gauging the exact power of these Ghost Kings was difficult at a glance, based on Yang Chen’s past experience, their capabilities likely transcended the normal limits of the Heaven-separated Realm.

The human side, however, was framed differently. They possessed only eleven Heaven-separated Realm cultivators, the majority hailing from the Spirit Fire Clan. It was clear these were Wan Tianyu’s trusted subordinates, sent specifically to harass the Netherworld forces and facilitate the rescue of his daughter.

In terms of raw numbers, the gap between the humans and the Netherworld wasn't massive.

However, Yang Chen could perceive the threat presented by the two experts from the Netherworld who held power beyond the Heaven-separated Realm. It was far less obvious regarding the humans; they didn't appear as though they could easily withstand the assault of the ghost creatures.

At this moment, the cultivators of the Tian Di Clan watched the two sides posture for battle. Realizing they lacked the necessary combat strength to influence the outcome, they took a casual approach. "Gentlemen, we of the Tian Di Clan choose not to intervene in this lava fire sea. We shall proceed ahead, hehe!"

The Tian Di Clan group opted to avoid the brewing storm and turned to depart.

The two Heaven-separated Ghost Kings, who fronted the Netherworld party, fixed the human cultivators with a frosty stare.

"Spirit Fire Clan, must you be so stubborn and insist on obstructing us? Rest assured, we only require Wan Qiuying's aid for a short time, and she will be returned to you once our task is complete!"

Upon hearing this, the Eldest Elder of the Spirit Fire Clan retorted sharply: "Original Stone Ghost King, do you think I am ignorant of your schemes? Once our Holy Lady assists you in securing the lava fire sea, do you think she will be allowed to live? I suggest you release our Holy Lady at once; it might save us both from a brutal clash. Otherwise, none of us can be certain who will leave this place alive today."

Yang Chen shifted his focus to Wan Qiuying. She appeared exactly as described in the intelligence provided by Wan Tianyu, though she was clearly under the influence of a heavy prohibition. Her expression was vacant, and she remained silent, utterly imprisoned. It seemed that even if the Netherworld cultivators coerced her into helping them secure the lava fire sea, Wan Qiuying would be unable to resist. She had become effectively enslaved, and should the seal remain, she would be trapped in this state for the remainder of her days.

Listening to the threats from the human cultivators, the Original Stone Ghost King erupted in wild laughter: "Di Tu, you couldn't honestly believe that we would fear being outnumbered by your group, could you? How laughable. If you wish to save your Holy Lady, try your best to take her! We are here, and she is right here with us!"

Hearing these taunts, the Eldest Elder of the Spirit Fire Clan, Di Tu, was consumed by rage, his veins visibly bulging.

Some of his subordinates, still keeping a level head, attempted to pacify him: "Elder Di Tu, pray do not act on impulse right now."

Ignoring all caution, Elder Di Tu bellowed: "Attack! Even without the help of a powerhouse who has pushed beyond the limit of the Heaven-separated Realm, we shall rescue the Holy Lady and report back to Master Wan today!"

As the command rang out, Elder Di Tu lunged forward, leaving the remaining cultivators no choice but to charge in his wake.

Instantly, the Netherworld contingent met the charge head-on, engaging the human cultivators in a chaotic struggle.

Yang Chen shook his head in frustration; Elder Di Tu had been far too rash. Had he analyzed the situation with a cold eye, he might not have gained a victory, but he certainly wouldn't have been left at such a disadvantage.

Now, however, the tide had shifted decisively.

The group of humans, having initiated the assault, appeared riddled with vulnerabilities in the eyes of the seasoned Netherworld Ghost Kings.

This was especially true against those two Emperor-level Ghost Kings who stood beyond the limits of the Heaven-separated Realm.