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Chapter 1488 - Chapter 1488 Chapter 630 Miluo Taiyi Wan Ming Promoted_3

Chapter 1488: Chapter 630: Miluo Taiyi, Wan Ming Promoted_3 Chapter 1488: Chapter 630: Miluo Taiyi, Wan Ming Promoted_3 The moment he slew the Yama King, Han Yi had already activated the Wan Ming Tome.

Behind him, as the shattered Yama King dispersed, a godly fluctuation was extracted and was about to merge into Han Yi’s body.

In Han Yi’s eyes, there was no ripple of surprise, but his heart had already slightly tensed.

His cultivation of the Wan Ming Tome had been stuck at the Nether Slave Demigod Volume at 90/100 for far too long, nearly a thousand years by now.

His gaze landed on the panel.

Upon absorbing the fluctuation from the Yama King, a line of information on the panel began to change.

[Wan Ming Tome (Nether Slave*Semi-Immortal Chapter 91/100)].

Then, this progress rapidly climbed upwards, reaching 100/100, paused for a moment, and turned to a new page.

[Wan Ming Tome (Netherworld Soldier*True Immortal Chapter 0/100)].

After ascending from a Nether Slave to a Netherworld Soldier, the progress did not stop there but climbed further to 19/100 before coming to a complete halt.

[Wan Ming Tome (Netherworld Soldier*True Immortal Chapter 19/100)].

“Netherworld Soldier?”

“What kind of Realm is this?”

“True Immortal Chapter?”

“Despite being at the Immortal Monarch Realm with the strength of an Immortal Venerate, can I only cultivate the True Immortal Chapter?”

“Bizarre, an extremely bizarre Cultivation Technique.”

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Han Yi’s consciousness quivered. He had experienced this once before and did not resist; in the blink of an eye, he found himself in a mysterious and dark space.

In the center of this dark space lay a colossal book, resembling a continent, sprawling out within it.

The Wan Ming Tome!

At this moment, the Wan Ming Tome was not closed but opened to the first page.

On this page were numerous black phantasmal figures standing upon it, like statues, turning this ancient book into something akin to a chessboard.

One of these statues was Han Yi, but his form was solid.

As he appeared, not far from him, another phantasmal figure also began to solidify.

Han Yi tracked the sight and his gaze sharpened.

“Wan Ming Immortal Sovereign.”

The other figure that solidified was unmistakably the Wan Ming Immortal Sovereign.

He sensed an anomaly in the Wan Ming space and knew that Han Yi had appeared there, so he instantly descended to the location.

“Han Yi, as long as you hand over the orthodox cultivation technique of the Wan Ming Tome to me, I will not pursue your matters and spare your life.”

“This promise can be made effective under the witness of the Chaos Dao.”

“What do you say?”

The Wan Ming Immortal Sovereign attempted to persuade Han Yi to surrender the cultivation technique of the Wan Ming Tome, for this technique was his objective.

However, Han Yi paid no heed to the offer.

Putting aside that his cultivation of the Wan Ming Tome relied on the panel and that he was unable to hand over this Supreme Treasure Technique himself, even if he could, he would not be foolish enough to do so.

The two were mortal enemies, and no promise or witness could be trusted.

His disregard enraged the Wan Ming Immortal Sovereign greatly.

“Very well.”

“Then go to your death.”

No sooner had the sound echoed than the Qi of Wanming on the book was mobilized, transforming into countless weapons that bombarded towards Han Yi.

A thousand years before, after Han Yi had slain the Ming Luo Sword Master and set foot in this place, the Wan Ming Immortal Sovereign had used this move to expel him.

This time, he was mentally prepared and even used his full strength, for if he could slay Han Yi here with the Qi of Wanming, it would be ideal.

But miles away, Han Yi’s eyes gleamed with a strange light.

Because he suddenly felt that these weapons formed from the Qi of Wanming could be controlled by him, and his authority over them should be higher than that of the Wan Ming Immortal Sovereign.

Even more so.

His gaze moved downward, realizing something; if he wished, he could even turn to the second page of this ancient book.