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

"Brother Yang Chen, although you're quite strong as a fresh arrival, I advise starting with interfaces at a difficulty of two or less. For levels beyond the second, it's wise to think twice and team up with companions if possible." Mo Wenfeng cautioned him.

Yang Chen appreciated the thoughtful warning and responded, "Thanks for the advice, Brother Mo. I'll make sure to remember it."

"That's wise. Plenty of new arrivals get overconfident and dive into riskier interfaces, only to vanish without a trace. It's a heartbreaking fate." Mo Wenfeng recounted from his own encounters.

Yang Chen nodded thoughtfully and started reflecting.

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

"Brother Mo!"

Yang Chen turned toward 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 reach here this quickly?"

"You and Brother Yang Chen moved too leisurely. We'd been training at the residence for a couple of days before heading over," Lu Tao and the fellow cultivators strode forward together and explained evenly.

Though Mo Wenfeng had no counter, he and Yang Chen had indeed taken their time on the journey, allowing Mo Wenfeng to share various details with Yang Chen as a way to return the favor for those elixirs.

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

Yet upon reflection, he decided he'd balanced the debt sufficiently and added, "Brother Yang Chen, feel free to explore this on your own. Once it suits you, head over to sign up. Oh, and you can trade the Fantasy Horn for Jiyu Essence too."

"Appreciate the tip, Brother Mo." Yang Chen felt thankful. Mo Wenfeng chased gains, sure, but deep down, he wasn't a villain.

"Cut it short, Brother Mo. Anyone can dig into these details, so no point in 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. Clearly, the Haiyuan Star held immense 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 high-merit sections, it still covered all the essentials one might need.

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 clans, like the Ruthless Beast Race, Netherworld, Spirit God Race, and Insect Race.

Certain such realms remained under human dominion, yet they simmered with endless chaos and clashes.

Regarding the tougher interfaces, they tended to harbor the four primary threats to humanity.

Furthermore, the steeper the level, the slimmer humanity's hold became. Realms beyond danger level five stayed mostly uncharted and enigmatic. Unsurprisingly, they carried massive perils.

Still, that same risk level brought jaw-dropping gains. A single trip there, whether rescuing a captive or slaying a foe, could net a hefty haul of Jiyu Essence.

Naturally, the odds of never coming back loomed alarmingly large. Countless top merit earners ventured into such perils, and sadly, the majority stayed lost forever.

As for the Ruthless Beast Race, Spirit God Race, Insect Race, and Netherworld, the sub-hall held detailed accounts. A quick skim through the old scrolls revealed nearly all the vital intel.

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

But the Insect Race and Ruthless Beast Race stood apart.

The Ruthless Beast Race rivaled the Spirit God Race and Netherworld in notoriety, yet it remained the most elusive faction. Human archives on them proved scarce.

Yang Chen sensed a possible link between the Ruthless Beast Race and the Earth Fiend Clan he recognized, given how alike their titles sounded.

And as for the Insect Race.

The Insect Race formed an odd collective. They claimed no cosmic territory of their own but wielded undeniable influence. Across every great species, Insect Race sightings cropped up, particularly in battle-ravaged zones 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 made them incredibly hard to eradicate.

Killing an Insect at your own tier proves simple enough, but once the battle drags without a clear win, swarms of equal-tier Insects flood 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 extraterrestrial 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 some mishap, represented the ideal Dao technique. Absent that perfection, He Luo wouldn't have guarded it so vigilantly.

Verifying this posed no challenge. He could simply seek a moment later to connect with He Luo's soul.

Selecting a Netherworld-infested interface let him gather Jiyu Essence while keeping his pledge to He Luo. What reason to refuse?

That said, Netherworld realms started at a danger level of three at minimum...

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

But after years tangling with the Spirit God Race and Netherworld, handling the latter felt far from an unknown, tangled mess.

"This one it is..."

Yang Chen glanced about and resolved his choice.

"Spirit Fire World. Home to the Insect Race and the Netherworld. Seized by the Netherworld six centuries back. The Gates of Life and Death stand planted. A human offshoot, the Spiritual Fire Human Clan, endures enslavement under 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..."

Such missions popped up right away during his soul scan.

Beholding all that 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 such abundance, how could excitement not surge?