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Chapter 1434 - Chapter 1434 Chapter 604 A Decade Promotion to Seniority_2

Chapter 1434: Chapter 604: A Decade, Promotion to Seniority_2 Chapter 1434: Chapter 604: A Decade, Promotion to Seniority_2 “Eighth Rank.”

“Indeed, ascended to the eighth rank.”

“With the Green Reed Sword at the eighth rank, along with my current senior Immortal Monarch Realm, how would it fare against an Extreme Immortal Monarch or even an Immortal Venerate?”

Han Yi knew.

Most Peak Immortal Monarchs possessed Seventh-stage Immortal Devices, and only a few Extreme Immortal Monarchs, who were infinitely close to becoming an Immortal Venerate, could afford Eighth Rank Immortal Artifacts.

Typically, newly advanced Immortal Venerates mostly used Eighth Rank Immortal Artifacts.

Now that Han Yi possessed an Eighth Rank Immortal Sword, it meant that in terms of weaponry, he had the basic conditions to contend with ordinary Immortal Venerates.

Of course,

compared with an Immortal Venerate, the difference in realms was too great. Han Yi’s goal was to preserve his life under the hands of an Immortal Venerate.

Whether this goal could be achieved with his current strength was still uncertain and needed to be tested.

He dissolved the Three Thousand Sword Realm, put away the Ming Luo Immortal Sword and the Taishan Dagger.

He then scanned the surroundings with his Immortal Sense, confirmed there were no anomalies, and then turned towards the central position of the Netherworld to bow in thanks:

“Junior Han Yi is grateful for the senior’s blessing of this treasure.”

“Should there be any commands in the future, I will definitely obey and serve.”

These two sentences were not mere courtesies but were laden with the law of cause and effect.

The black crystal stone likely related to the ‘Origin’ of ‘Nether,’ which Han Yi temporarily referred to as Nether Crystal.

The Nether Crystal placed in this valley was naturally not ownerless, clearly waiting for Han Yi to retrieve.

Only the overlord ‘Nether’ in the Netherworld, could give out such an Origin, he could think of no other possibility.

And now that Han Yi had taken this Origin Nether Crystal, a cause and effect were established with Nether.

Just like when he was in the Void and owed Immortal Monarch Dongming a favor because he had intervened and drove away the Black Realm assassin.

He now also owed Nether a debt of cause and effect.

This debt of cause and effect, when he advanced to a higher-level realm in the future, would most likely need to be repaid unless Nether perished along the way and the cause and effect disappeared with his fall.

After he said these two sentences, there was no response, and he did not mind; to a Heavenly Reverence Level existence, he was just a minor Immortal Monarch; getting a response would have actually surprised Han Yi.

Afterward,

he concealed his aura, stealthily exited the valley, looked up at the miracle stones on the flanks of the valley mouth; the miracle stones were no longer unusual, nor did any Nether Spirits appear.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze and headed back the way he had come.

This time, his speed was several times faster than before. In less than an hour, he had crossed a vast distance and reached the place where he initially ascended to the Netherworld.

He paused briefly, faced the central position of the Netherworld, performed another bow, and without hesitation, stepped into the Void.

The Netherworld remained eerily silent.

In the central location of the Netherworld, that ancient city carrying endless Nether Qi that had descended from Chaos countless millennia ago, still stood defiantly, waiting to meet either destruction or rebirth.

Elsewhere,

After leaving the Netherworld, Han Yi swiftly moved; it had been 600 years since his last return, and he was quite concerned about the situation in Daluo, but his retreat required undivided focus and could not be abandoned halfway; it was an unavoidable matter.

With his current speed, already faster than most Peak Immortal Monarchs and comparable to an Extreme Immortal Monarch,

this time, it took only two days to see the massive outline of the Daluo Immortal Realm.

This vast, boundless continent, lying in the void, resembled a gigantic beast; although it wasn’t his first return, each homecoming brought an immense sense of peace to Han Yi’s heart.

After landing from the northeast position, Han Yi sped on, but in less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he noticed something unusual and stopped.

About three million miles to his side, an Immortal Fight was taking place.

From the faint fluctuations coming from the Immortal Fight, several familiar Age Candle Immortal Monarchs were involved.

But to his surprise, these Immortal Monarchs, even in a combined effort, were at a disadvantage.

As an Age Candle Immortal Monarch, Han Yi could not stand by idly; he changed direction and hastened towards the ongoing Immortal Fight.

A few moments later, he slowed down, furrowing his brows. Ahead, terrifying fluctuations carrying the might capable of destroying heaven and earth spread wide.

Amid the destructive aura, Han Yi saw the four Immortal Monarchs being suppressed–the four Immortal Monarchs, all Age Candle Immortal Monarchs.

Lingyue, Star Rain, Han Su, Bugui.

Among them,

Immortal Monarch Bugui was a senior Immortal Monarch, albeit having ascended to the senior status just a millennium ago. His strength was not considered weak.

The other three, Lingyue, Star Rain, Han Su, were all veteran ordinary Immortal Monarchs with considerable depth and rich combat experience.

Yet even these four Immortal Monarchs, when united, were being suppressed by a figure wielding a giant Demonic Banner, radiating a bloodthirsty aura.

As Han Yi approached, this bloodthirsty figure laughed maniacally. Within his laughter, endless murderous intent lingered, which could affect even a Golden Immortal if they got too close, flooding their hearts with the urge to kill and turning them into homicidal maniacs.

“Weak, weak, weak.”

“Too weak.”

“Is this the strength of Age Candle Immortal Monarch?”

“It’s simply rubbish.”

“He might as well belong to my Purgatory Island.”

“Hahaha!!”

The wild laughter spread far and wide, unrestrained.

Immortal Monarch Bugui, holding a golden Immortal Sword, had an ashen face. This was Age Candle’s territory; here, his four men had made their move and yet they were still overwhelmed. It was a tremendous disgrace.

However.

The demonic cultivator radiating a mad, murderous intent was from Purgatory Island, which had arrived in Daluo three hundred years ago, igniting a demonic firestorm. Whether admitted or not, Purgatory Island had become one of the strongest forces in Daluo, even making the Donghuang Evil Court yield.

Because Purgatory Island had a Heavenly Sovereign.

As thoughts fluttered, Immortal Monarch Bugui suddenly sensed someone approaching. Turning his head, he saw Han Yi approaching, and a surge of excitement suddenly washed over his face.

“Han Yi!”

“You’ve finally come back.”

“Have you made a breakthrough in your seniority?”

“This, this quickly…”

“That’s great!!”

The excitement on Immortal Monarch Bugui’s face, coupled with the relief he felt upon seeing Han Yi as if he had found a crucial support, made the cultivator from Purgatory Island furrow his brow slightly as he turned to look at Han Yi.

But when he saw that the newcomer was just a seasoned Immortal Monarch, and from his aura, it appeared he had just recently made a breakthrough, a sneer instantly crept onto his face.

To think, he had killed three seasoned Immortal Monarchs. If it weren’t for the fact that Age Candle Immortal Monarch had three other Immortal Monarchs to share the burden and unite at critical moments to counter his attacks, he would have slain this seasoned Sword Immortal long ago.

Just another seasoned Immortal Monarch, could he really turn the tide?

With a sinister laugh, he pressed forward with the Blood Demon Banner in his hand, and a massive blood-colored demonic cloud immediately overwhelmed Immortal Monarch Bugui; the other three Immortal Monarchs, unable to even greet Han Yi, rushed forward with their Immortal Artifacts to counter this strike.

Before this, the four had only managed to maintain their stance without being defeated by uniting their efforts.

Then.

The demonic cultivator turned around, slapped his crown, and a demon soul emerged, with three heads and six arms, holding various weapons in each hand.

Sword, axe, halberd, knife, hammer, sickle.

“Kill!!”

With a stern command, the demon soul, which resembled him by seventy percent, darted through space to confront Han Yi.

This demon soul, being the demonic cultivator’s second soul and one of his trump cards, wielded six weapons in six arms, each a Seventh-stage top Immortal Device transformed by the Hundred Illusions Divine Weapon, instantly regarded as six Seventh-stage Immortal Devices.

In his view.

With such a powerful demon soul and weapons, killing a newly advanced seasoned Immortal Monarch wouldn’t be difficult.

But in the next instant, his pupils dilated dramatically, his scalp numbed, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his crown, causing his body to turn ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He watched.

As Han Yi stepped forward, his eyes calm, devoid of any fluctuations in emotion, much less fear.

With a gentle point, the Qingping soared into the air, and in an instant it descended, the Sword Light dazzling, seemingly slow, but by the time the demonic cultivator had the thought of a ‘sword’, the Green Reed Sword had already reached behind the demon soul.

The demon soul, emitting towering demonic flames, seemed frozen in mid-air, its body faintly revealing countless cracks, but the time was too short for the cracks to burst open.

Then.

The Qingping didn’t lessen, but pierced through space, appearing in front of the demonic cultivator’s body.

“It’s time…”

Before he could utter “to die,” the demonic cultivator’s eyes reflected the image of an exceptional Immortal Sword.

Meanwhile, in reality, the Green Reed Sword had already pierced through the demonic cultivator’s brow, so fast that the demonic cultivator had the illusion he was still alive.

The next moment.

Crash!!

The demon soul cracked, and the demonic cultivator’s consciousness was extinguished.

Two weapons, rising into the air as if to flee, were suppressed by Han Yi with a wave of his hand using the power of the Three Thousand Sword Realm.

Turning to the four stunned Immortal Monarchs, he asked softly:

“Who is this person? How dare he be so arrogant in our Immortal Court’s territory?”

“What’s going on?”