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Chapter 1238 - Chapter 1238 Chapter 511 Void Preaching Beimang Immortal

Chapter 1238: Chapter 511: Void Preaching, Beimang Immortal Sutra_2 Chapter 1238: Chapter 511: Void Preaching, Beimang Immortal Sutra_2 The class of this blade was undetermined, depending on the level of ritual refinement, but the method of its ritual refinement was quite devious, requiring the lives of mortals–something Han Yi naturally would not do.

With a thought, within the Divine Aperture World, terrifying Divine Force enveloped the Qingyan Knife completely, isolating it from the outside world. As expected, the knife immediately became quiescent, showing no trace of anomaly anymore.

Yet, in the distant lands behind him, as the Lord of Beimang Mountain stepped into the Void, he sensed the state of the Qingyan Knife but remained unmoved.

All Qingyan Avatars were essentially masters of the Qingyan Knife. Their sensing was only limited by physical distance and was not restrained by any means or Immortal Skills used to isolate the aura.

Therefore, Han Yi’s actions couldn’t completely cut off his sensing.

Han Yi, on his way to the Extreme Ancient North, after sensing the disturbance from the Qingyan Knife, fled forward for another two hours before eventually stopping. He stood in the Void and looked back.

He could sense a pursuing aura from behind, which bore a slight familiarity, similar to the dangerous aura he felt when he left Penglai years ago, yet there seemed to be something different about it.

However.

To this day, he was no longer the person he had been nearly a hundred years ago. Back then, he had just crossed the Profound Immortal Calamity, but now, although he was only a senior Profound Immortal, his combat power had soared. Facing an ordinary Golden Immortal head-on, he would not be at a disadvantage.

Moreover, he had recently acquired the Yue Guang, an Ancient God Weapon, at Jade Lake, which greatly boosted his confidence. He believed that even if he encountered a senior Golden Immortal, he would still have a chance for survival if he fought desperately.

A moment later.

In the Void, a black figure wearing a mask approached. If one overlooked the mask on his face and the strange aura about him, this black figure walked with the grandeur and poise of a tiger, undoubtedly a cultivator with a very distinctive style.

“Black Yama?” Han Yi spoke in a low voice.

He faintly sensed a hint of danger from this masked black figure, a danger that triggered his instinct, similar to the level of danger Gu Lian, the Golden Immortal, posed to him on Jade Lake.

This indicated that the other party possessed Golden Immortal combat power, but it seemed to be at the level of an ordinary Golden Immortal, not possessing that lethal sense of mortal danger that would make him flee at the mere mention.

“I am the Mountain Master of Beimang.”

A hoarse and deep voice emerged from the black mask.

“As you surmised, I do indeed come from Black Yama.”

“However, I did not come here today under Black Yama’s name but in the name of the lord of the Beimang Mountain of the Seventh Era.”

“By killing this generation’s Qingyan Ghost and taking the Qingyan Knife, there are only two outcomes, one is becoming a Qingyan Avatar and being trapped by Black Yama, and the other is becoming the new Qingyan Ghost, who, even after dying in the future, will still become a Qingyan Avatar.”

Seeing the masked black figure explain, Han Yi’s eyebrows slightly rose, feeling that something was amiss, something about this black figure didn’t seem quite right to him.

If they were enemies, he probably wouldn’t be explaining like this. Moreover, why did he say he came in the capacity of the Beimang Mountain Master, rather than under Black Yama’s name?

Was there discord between him and Black Yama?

“Of course, on top of those two outcomes, there is one impossible result, which is that one day you become an Immortal Venerate, kill the Seven-Colored Ghost, and overthrow Black Yama.”

“Go ahead, let me weigh your combat power.”

The masked black figure stood proudly in the Void, showing no intention of striking first, while Han Yi, some ten miles away, felt even stronger that something was not right. Despite the masked black figure coming for the Qingyan Knife, his apparent hostility did not seem very strong.

Interesting.

Han Yi made a gesture of invitation: “Please impart your teachings, Taoist.”

Upon finishing his words, he flicked his fingers, and a Fourth-Order Immortal Sword appeared before him, sweeping through the Void and streaking towards the black figure.

This Immortal Sword, being the last of the thirteen Immortal Swords that formed the Sword Realm, was among the remaining Fourth-Order Immortal Swords. The other two had been damaged in the fight against the Golden Immortal Gu Lian, in an effort to withstand the self-explosion of the Fifth-Order Immortal Artifact, the Jade Ruyi.

Named Cold Shank, this Immortal Sword was rather ordinary among Fourth-Order Immortal Artifacts. It could easily slash down even peak Profound Immortals, but when facing Golden Immortals, it was somewhat lacking.

Of course, this strike by Han Yi was mainly a probe, using only the sixth form of the Sword Canon, Light Slash, without applying the Sword Controlling Immortal Skill.

As the Immortal Sword swung down, it stirred up a snow-white light, which seemed to have a temperature that almost caused frost in the Void, emanating an icy aura that could tremble the soul.

But when the Sword Light reached the masked black figure, who was the Mountain Master of Beimang, all he did was extend a finger and draw a circle. Black Soul Force formed a dark shield, reflecting the chill of the Sword Light back.

“Three-fold Immortal Power, myriad Laws.”

“Above Profound Immortals, the use of Immortal Power is of utmost importance. This move, being the most common among the three thousand six hundred and fifty-nine forms of the Beimang Immortal Sutra, forms a shield with Immortal Power infused with the force of seventeen Laws, subject to will, fully controlled, with boundless might.”

The Mountain Master of Beimang didn’t name the move, but after explaining it, he looked at Han Yi. Through the mask, his eyes glinted with black light, now tinged with anticipation.

“To wield such a sword with the combat power of a Limit Profound Immortal while only at the level of a senior Profound Immortal.”

“You, are quite impressive.”

“But to contend with Black Yama, it’s not enough, still not enough.”

Upon hearing these words, Han Yi’s expression turned serious, and he finally understood why the other was amiss. Although the opponent hailed from Black Yama, such behavior was undoubtedly akin to imparting teachings.

Recalling that the other had claimed to come in the name of the Beimang Mountain Master of the Seventh Epoch, Han Yi understood his intention.

The other had not come for the Qingyan Knife, but to embrace death.

And before embracing death, he needed to examine whether Han Yi’s cultivation was qualified to inherit his legacy.

This legacy dated back over a hundred thousand years to the Seventh Epoch, originating from a place known as Beimang Mountain, and its main body was the legacy of the Beimang Immortal Sutra, which consisted of 3,659 Immortal Skills.

In this moment, feeling the fervent gaze of the other, Han Yi nodded and finally took out the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd; and this time, he applied a Fifth-Order Sword Controlling Immortal Skill.

“Beimang Taoist, please enlighten me.”

With a flash of silver Sword Light, leaping through the void, it pierced through the Lord of Beimang Mountain, but the Lord of Beimang Mountain, who had been pierced through, merely swayed slightly and then reassembled the power of his Immortal Soul to reform into a black shadow.

“A Fifth-Order Sword Skill.”

“No, although your Sword Skill is of the Fifth Order, it already possesses the rudiments of a Tao Skill.”

“Very good, excellent indeed.”

“This sword already has the power to kill an ordinary Golden Immortal.”

“Come then, let me feel the might of a nearing-Tao Sword Skill.”

As the Lord of Beimang Mountain spoke, he started to activate his Soul Skill, creating various Immortal Skills, whether to block attacks, move through the void, or clash with Soul Skills, all to shake the Heavenly Demon Halberd fragments.

After an entire hour, following a long sigh, there was no more sound within the void.

Having depleted nearly half of the Immortal Power within his body, Han Yi looked toward the void in front of him, where the black shadow finally disappeared.

In the middle of the void, a black mask floated, and upon the mask, the eerie cord-like runes had vanished; it was these runes that had maintained the ‘performance of the law’ of the Lord of Beimang Mountain for so long.

That’s right.

Although Han Yi had cut down the Lord of Beimang Mountain with the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, throughout this process, it was the Lord of Beimang Mountain who used Han Yi’s attacks to demonstrate his skills to him.

Three-fold Immortal Power, myriad Powers of Laws, the combination of Immortal Power and Laws could result in countless possibilities, with each possibility when applied correctly becoming a formidable Immortal Skill.

This was the core essence of the Beimang Immortal Sutra.

Although Han Yi did not receive the true Beimang Immortal Sutra inheritance, in this part of the void, the Lord of Beimang Mountain imparted this essence to Han Yi in such a special way.

Han Yi bowed deeply in reverence; this was his respect for the teacher.

Afterward, he collected the black mask and gazed toward the distant land ahead, the vast and majestic continent of Penglai Immortal Realm.

“Black Yama.”

“I have received this kindness from the Lord of Beimang Mountain. Someday, when I have enough strength, this Dark Force will have no reason to exist anymore.”

Having said this, he turned and continued towards the north.

…

At the moment of the Lord of Beimang Mountain’s fall, within the Penglai Immortal Realm, at the boundaries of the Dharma Origin Sect, in a mysterious domain, deep within a gloomy palace.

The candlelight flickered, casting the shadow of a figure as gaunt as a stick. This figure was seated on a meditation cushion, and the candlelight projected its shadow onto the wall in front of it, covering it with dozens of black masks.

“Beimang has died.”

A deep voice emerged from the gaunt figure, conveying a hint of disbelief.

“How is that possible?”

“Could the opponent be a Peak Golden Immortal or… an Immortal Monarch?”

“Forget it, this is not something I can handle. I better report it; let them deal with the headache.”

After pondering for a bit, the gaunt figure stood up, exited the gloomy palace, and headed towards even deeper palaces.