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Chapter 1429 - Chapter 1429 Chapter 602 Ancient Netherworld City Armored

Chapter 1429: Chapter 602: Ancient Netherworld City, Armored Black Shadow Chapter 1429: Chapter 602: Ancient Netherworld City, Armored Black Shadow Near the central location of the Netherworld, there was a colossal ancient city. The ancient city was pitch-black, its walls covered in Nether Qi that seemed almost tangible.

Inside and outside the ancient city, there was a deathly silence, imbued with a sense of ancientness and weightiness permeating throughout the city.

Tens of thousands of miles in front of the ancient city, high up in the sky, there was a massive space channel.

If Han Yi were here, he would recognize this channel. It was almost indistinguishable from the one in the center of the Daluo Immortal Realm, whether in terms of size, condition, or aura.

When Han Yi set foot on the Netherworld,

a light sound of surprise emanated from the depths of the ancient city.

Immediately after, a figure clad in armor, donning a black mask, stepped out from the depths of the ancient city.

The figure was about nine meters tall, like a mini giant.

The black mask on its face only left a pair of black eyes exposed, eyes that were originally lifeless, but at that moment, they showed a hint of doubt that had not appeared for countless millennia.

Its armor was pitch-black with a slash mark on the front. This giant slash stretched diagonally downward, almost cleaving the armor in two.

As the armored shadow approached, a terrifying pressure emerged, so intense that even space could hardly withstand it.

The entire ancient city, as if rejuvenating, began to resonate with praise.

When the armored shadow stood atop the ancient city’s walls, it did not look towards the massive space channel tens of thousands of miles away in the high sky; instead, it gazed towards the east. Across the distant lands, it saw a figure with a concealed aura, carefully stepping onto the land of the Netherworld.

“The aura of a Nether Slave.”

“Moreover, it’s not one obtained through a blood sacrifice, gaining the incomplete Wanming Immortal Scripture, but a true Nether Slave who cultivated the Wan Ming Tome, just one step away from shedding the identity of a Nether Slave and becoming a Netherworld Soldier.

“How is this possible?”

“Has the Wan Ming Tome chosen a new master on its own?”

The voice under the black mask of the armored shadow was hoarse, as if dried up over countless millennia, causing unease.

After standing on the city walls for only a moment, he gradually ascended to the sky.

Then, he looked towards the massive space channel tens of thousands of miles away. In his dead eyes, a mysterious expression crossed, and he struck out with his palm. Endless Nether Qi surged forth from the land of the Netherworld, rushing towards the sky, but as it neared the massive space channel, it quietly dissipated.

“Heavenly Tao!” the armored shadow said sternly.

Thereafter, with a gentle tap, more Nether Qi emerged around him, condensing into a thick barrier around the massive space channel. The barrier enveloped the space, airtight.

If any other eighth-order existence, or Primordial Guest, were to enter this space, they would be faced with this terrifying Nether Qi first. If it were anyone below the level of Ancestor, they would almost certainly collapse immediately, and even for an Ancestor, survival would be their only hope.

This was the Netherworld Overlord’s response to the Heavenly Tao of the Realm Heavens.

My domain–Even if you open the path, I shall block it.

The armored shadow no longer looked at the space channel sealed by Nether Qi and proceeded towards the east.

In fact, he had known about this space channel for over a decade, but he couldn’t be bothered to pay it any attention. Had Han Yi not arrived and stirred him, he never would have left the ancient city.

For him, the ancient city and the Supreme Treasure within were all that he was sworn to protect with his life.

As he traveled through the Netherworld, all the mountains, rivers, and converted Nether Spirits knelt in reverence, and thousands of ferocious Nether Beasts knocked their heads in fear.

This Netherworld, although not much altered by him, had over countless millennia transformed subtly–this, had become his world.

Moments later, he stood high in the sky, contemplating Han Yi below, who concealed his form and headed northwest.

Below,

as soon as Han Yi set foot on the Netherworld, he sensed a sudden violent change in the Nether Qi, surging towards the core of the Netherworld.

He did not retreat but heightened his vigilance, using his sixth-order pinnacle Infant Morphing Immortal Skill to conceal his presence almost entirely. Then, avoiding the perception of Nether Beasts and Nether Spirits, he headed towards the direction of the Divided Sword indicated by the Green Reed Sword.

The location of the Divided Sword was northwest of where he had landed.

If all went well, it would take him just a few days to retrieve the Divided Sword and leave swiftly.

But in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, Han Yi sensed something amiss.

The Nether Beasts in his perception were bowing and trembling, even the mountain and river Nether Spirits were taking their true forms, kneeling in reverence.

And this was the case everywhere he passed.

Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something, his heart skipped a beat, his scalp tingled, and he stopped. No longer concealing his presence, he revealed his form, straightened his robes, and with a solemn expression, bowed toward the central location of the Netherworld:

“Junior Han Yi, practitioner of the Daluo Age Candle Taiyi, did not intend to offend the senior. I have come here solely for a lost sword, please forgive my intrusion!”

After speaking, all was silent around him. A few miles ahead of Han Yi, a Nether Spirit, which had transformed from a huge bud into a young girl by absorbing Nether Qi, knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to raise her head.

“I’m doomed, this foreign Immortal is certainly doomed,”

she thought, convinced, “Daring to speak in the presence of the supremely exalted Netherworld Venerable, he is certainly doomed.”

“Just don’t let it involve me.”

She could sense that the Netherworld Creator Venerable was high in the sky, and the Nether Core conveyed waves of fear, undeniably real.

But after waiting for a long while, she felt no response, nor heard any sound.

While she puzzled over this,

the fear in her Nether Core gradually faded and receded, as if the feeling from before was not real, but merely imaginary.