I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

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.