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Chapter 1271 - Chapter 1271 Chapter 526 Seventh-Order Human Emperor Qin Yi

Chapter 1271: Chapter 526: Seventh-Order Human Emperor, Qin Yi Beheads a Lord_1 Chapter 1271: Chapter 526: Seventh-Order Human Emperor, Qin Yi Beheads a Lord_1 “Chaotic Heaven Punishment, seeking life in the Ferry Grave.”

Han Yi murmured softly.

On the piece of paper, a line written both simply and carelessly, contained not an iota of superfluous information, nor did it embody any form of might.

With a light flick of his finger, spiritual power descended, and the piece of paper turned to ash.

“Chaotic Heaven Punishment? Anything that can be called a heaven punishment must not be simple; so these Sacrificers built the Ferry Grave Taoist Boat to cross a heaven punishment within the chaos,” he pondered.

“And from its name, this heaven punishment is related to ‘graves’.”

“As I thought,” he said.

Han Yi had speculated as much before; the information revealed by that mundane piece of paper confirmed his guess.

Of course, merely guessing was far from enough.

The establishment and departure of the Blazing Flame Tao Court must have been researched by countless Immortals. Other Immortals would have received no less information than him and very likely come to the same conclusions.

But Immortals of the Daluo Immortal Realm could not possibly enter the chaos, catch up to that Ferry Grave Taoist Boat, or follow closely behind it to verify their guess.

That was unrealistic.

Han Yi left the Immortal Tower, wandering within the Blazing Flame Immortal City.

As time went by, more and more Immortals filled this city, and low-ranking cultivators appeared in groups, too–Half-immortals, Spirit Transformation, and even Nascent Soul and Golden Core practitioners, not to mention those below Golden Core, were numerous.

However.

There weren’t many treasures left in the Immortal City; virtually everything had been taken away. Even the Dao veins beneath the city had been drained, leaving just scraps behind.

Han Yi wasn’t particularly interested in this.

But a small portion of classics, Jade Slips, and various other records had been left behind, which happened to be of great interest to Han Yi, so he began gathering these items.

Half a month later, Han Yi encountered an unexpected acquaintance in the city.

Qin Yi.

Qin Yi carried a long sword on his back, clad in a black robe, his face solemn. Between his eyebrows, there was an air that seemed to swallow mountains and rivers, and in his eyes, the grandeur of the sun and moon’s transitions.

At the moment, he flew out of a palace, waving his hand and sending five or six pursuing Immortals flying away. With a flash of his figure, he disappeared from the spot.

Ten-odd miles away.

He came to a stop, turned to look at Han Yi, who had just flown out of a building, and his eyes brightened. A rare smile broke over his usually stern face.

“Han Yi.”

“Been a long time,” he said.

Han Yi, who had just come out of the building, also smiled:

“Emperor, it has indeed been a long time.”

Though the cultivators of the Daqin Immortal Country from the Yu Heng World had long joined the Beidou Immortal Palace, and even the remnants of the Immortal Country left at the old site in Yu Heng World had been moved to the Daluo Immortal Realm because of the Sacrificers, becoming part of the Immortal Realm’s territory,

Qin Yi’s title as Emperor had ceased to exist hundreds of years ago.

But Han Yi still habitually called him Emperor.

Speaking of which.

The last time Han Yi encountered Qin Yi was when Han Yi ended up in the Chaotic Demon Area by chance. In the Endless Void of that region, he saw Qin Yi.

Back then, Han Yi was still at the Spirit Transformation Level Realm, not even a Half-immortal, while Qin Yi had already become an Immortal.

Now, nearly seven hundred years later, Han Yi had ascended to the Peak Profound Immortal, while Qin Yi…

Han Yi’s eyes clouded with awe, sensing a presence from Qin Yi similar to that of Jin Ming Taoist he had encountered before, shaking his inner being.

No.

It should be even more potent than Jin Ming Taoist.

Because from Qin Yi, Han Yi also felt a majesty belonging to the Original Art Immortal Monarch, a whiff of authority that can only emerge after the perfection of the rules.

This meant that Qin Yi was half a step into the realm of Taiyi Immortal Monarch, ready to ascend to Immortal Monarch at any moment, as opposed to Jin Ming Taoist, who, despite his struggle, had yet to find the path to Immortal Monarch.

So strong.

Han Yi thought he was making swift progress, but Qin Yi was even faster.

It was known to Han Yi that Qin Yi held secrets, just as Han Yi did himself. Every powerful Immortal had secrets.

Yet, what Han Yi hadn’t anticipated was the sheer pace of Qin Yi’s progress; it had taken him less than a thousand years to go from Spirit Transformation to the Golden Immortal Peak, half-stepping into the Immortal Monarch. No wonder he didn’t stay within the Beidou Immortal Palace–the difference between them was too vast.

Han Yi thought to himself.

On the other side, Qin Yi looked at Han Yi, his dark gaze profound, emitting mysterious halos. He too was shocked.

He had a powerful legacy–Taiyi Immortal Monarch in a millennium, Ancestor in ten thousand years, and before the epoch, he had reclaimed the position of Heavenly Sovereign.

Yet, as far as he knew, Han Yi came from a clear background, without such a legacy.

No.

Perhaps, Han Yi was like him, with a mysterious background, not an ordinary cultivator after all.

He had also heard about Han Yi killing Donghuang’s prodigy, Yuan Jingtian. Now, although it had been over a hundred years since that news, Han Yi’s strength far exceeded the rumors.

With Qin Yi’s insight, he couldn’t completely see through Han Yi, implying that the secrets Han Yi held might be beyond his imagination.

Qin Yi retracted his gaze, glanced at the Immortals pursuing him, his expression darkened, and with a flick of his sword, he unleashed a few strokes, quickly retracting them, then said to Han Yi, “Let’s go. This place is noisy; we’ll find a quiet spot to talk.”

Han Yi looked towards the several Golden Immortals chasing after Qin Yi. All these Golden Immortals were Peak Realm, but the moment Qin Yi swung his sword, they all became immobilized, their faces not showing fear, but anger.

A breeze blew by, and the five or six Peak Golden Immortals disintegrated into nothingness, not even a trace left behind.

Near where their Immortal Bodies vanished, nothing remained but a few extremely faint purple-gold Sword Lights slowly disappearing.

Han Yi glanced at the purple-gold long sword on Qin Yi’s back, his eyes flickering.

The Human Emperor Sword.

And now, the grade of this Human Emperor Sword was even higher than his Green Reed Sword, and from it, he sensed an age-old sword essence that was unyielding and imperishable.