The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3289 - 3284: Liberation from Death_1

The whole Spirit Fire World was summed up best by those four stark words: "extremely dangerous and intense."

Every human within the Spirit Fire World had been bound in slavery by the Netherworld, driven relentlessly to carry out some mysterious task.

Any human who dared to fight back faced certain savage beatings and agonies inflicted by the Netherworld's inhabitants.

Right away, Yang Chen’s soul struggled to grasp the details of the Spirit Fire World.

"It looks like I must seek out someone for answers; only a precise soul application will do. My current random probing, depending just on my soul, falls a bit short." Yang Chen pondered inwardly.

To him, rescuing one human remained an easy feat.

Yang Chen now moved toward a spot thick with Ghost Qi close to where he was. Upon reaching it, his soul extended outward, revealing a massive black void like a bottomless chasm.

Numerous humans were herded into this chasm, after which their Qi vanished entirely.

A line of humans queued up and got shoved inside, morphing into clusters of Ghost Qi, lost in confusion, drifting without purpose, and utterly indifferent to survival or demise. If they lagged even slightly, several ghost creatures baring vicious fangs would lash them with Ghost Qi whips, striking their forms.

In a flash, these humans ended up battered and bleeding, scarred all over, yet they refrained from any defiance.

At this sight, Yang Chen activated his Lingxi Divine Pupil to examine these humans.

"All bound by the Servitude Restriction, powerless to rebel..." Yang Chen mused unavoidably.

As this idea settled, he began scrutinizing the power levels of these ghost creatures more closely.

None possessed great might, merely at the Nirvana Stage or Enlightenment Stage. Still, that sufficed to dominate the humans afflicted by the Servitude Restriction.

Yang Chen sank into contemplation. His techniques could readily eradicate this site, yet any move he made would surely draw attention.

He remained unacquainted with this world's layout, uncertain about the number of powerhouses or whether prior intel held true.

Acting impulsively now and causing a stir might rescue a handful while dooming the rest.

Exercise caution.

After centuries of cultivation, his wariness had only deepened.

"I'll rescue one individual first!"

Yang Chen extended his hand and wielded the Space-Time Law directly, extracting a person without a sound.

With his Heaven-separated Realm prowess, deploying the Space-Time Law to fool these Nirvana Stage and Enlightenment Stage ghosts proved a breeze.

When one figure vanished amid the crowd of humans, the ghost creatures failed to detect it whatsoever.

Having freed that one person, Yang Chen descended below ground.

The rescued individual was an elderly man with a gaunt visage and zero life force. This elder's cultivation had attained the advanced Nirvana Stage level. Among the subjugated humans, he ranked among those with superior strength.

Now freed by Yang Chen, he registered nothing, his gaze vacant as he stared at Yang Chen, displaying neither elation nor sorrow.

Observing this, Yang Chen's brows knit together, his face turning grave and icy.

"Once enslaved, they've abandoned all fight. Even after my rescue, no spark of emotion stirs..." Yang Chen reflected silently.

Realizing interrogation would prove futile, he could only whisper, "Forgive my intrusion."

Soul Search offered a direct and efficient path.

At his present level, conducting a Soul Search without injury to the subject was utterly straightforward.

The entire Soul Search process lasted no longer than the time to brew a cup of tea.

Once finished, a flood of data poured into Yang Chen’s mind. Even he needed a moment to process it all.

After absorbing the details, Yang Chen shook his head: "It appears the Netherworld folk truly master exploitation."

The Netherworld had seized the Spirit Fire World, sparing the humans' lives but chaining them in bondage while embedding the Gates of Life and Death.

These captives split into three groups: one forced into labor, compelled by the Netherworld to fortify the Gates of Life and Death, rendering them immensely sturdy and resistant to demolition.

This matched Yang Chen’s prior knowledge that eliminating the powerhouses here wouldn't guarantee success through brute force against the Gates of Life and Death.

Reinforcements would swarm in swiftly. You might not even finish dismantling the Gates before their allies showed up.

Next came the forging of the "Calamity City"!

The elder lacked insight into why these Netherworld Ghosts built this Calamity City or its true intent.

All he understood was that upon conquering a world interface, the Netherworld would promptly install the Gates of Life and Death, bolster them, and then erect the Calamity City.

"Calamity City—now I recall, the mini-interface notation at the Earth Spirit Hall mentioned it too, suggesting that razing Calamity City could yield vast Jiyu Essence." Yang Chen pondered.

Beyond the Gates of Life and Death and Calamity City lay the Unwarranted Black Hole.

Falling into the Unwarranted Black Hole meant certain doom. Post-death, the soul got seized, swelling the Netherworld's ranks, forever subject to their whims with no hope of reversal.

The Netherworld kept some as workers, favoring those with robust skills. The feebler ones got hurled straight into the Unwarranted Black Hole, slain, and fused into the Netherworld's strength.

Those who tumbled into the Unwarranted Black Hole upon dying had their minds overwritten, pledging eternal loyalty to the Netherworld and Yan, incapable of treason. Their former loyalties faded away.

Hearing this, Yang Chen drew in a sharp, cold breath.

Utterly horrifying.

Through such tactics, the Netherworld could steadily grow, perhaps forging an empire across the cosmos.

Now grasping the full picture, Yang Chen glanced back at the elder. Noting his vacant stare, Yang Chen let out a quiet sigh.

He stretched out his hand to touch the elder, promptly drawing a Restriction from the elder’s body.

Via his Space-Time Law, even the sturdiest Restriction lifted with ease and no strain.

With the Restriction gone, a flicker of awareness returned to the elder’s eyes.

He regarded Yang Chen, as though reclaiming fragments of his own will. Moments later, he uttered, "Kill me, kill me!"

Yang Chen paused briefly.

But instantly after, the elder struck his own chest with a palm. Following the blow, a look of relief crossed his face at last, though his vital energy had severed completely, ending his life by his own hand.

Witnessing this, a chill gripped Yang Chen’s heart, and he sighed inwardly. Had the Lingnan Two Realms endured the Gates of Life and Death and fallen under Netherworld control in the past, their end would likely mirror this tragedy.

When mighty figures turned to slaves, stripped of their awareness, even dying became a merciful escape.