During his captivity, Han Yi had attempted to escape. However, the monsters seemed to place great importance on him, maintaining a seamless, constant watch. They never gave Han Yi the slightest opportunity.
Faced with the relentless, predatory stares of his monstrous guards, Han Yi could only swallow his frustration and abandon his escape plans. Fortunately, the conditions in this prison weren’t too unbearable; the monsters would bring him food and water on time each day, so he wasn’t overly uncomfortable.
After about ten days, the monsters once again tied Han Yi up tightly and brought him to the stake for another sacrificial ritual.
“My fate is sealed! If I’d known it would end like this, I might have preferred to die at the hands of that other cultivator!” Han Yi thought to himself.
Just as he was despairing, something unexpected happened. Thunder rumbled across the sky, and soon a torrential downpour fell, instantly extinguishing the fire that had taken so much effort to ignite.
This turn of events left not only the monsters shocked and terrified, but Han Yi was also stunned. He stared in bewilderment, barely registering when he was brought back to his cell.
The third sacrifice was particularly delayed. Among the monsters, it seemed some internal conflict was brewing. Even from within his cell, Han Yi could hear faint sounds of fierce arguments coming from outside.
After a full thirty days, they finally brought him out again. This time, the day seemed carefully chosen—clear and bright. Each monster wore an expression of grave seriousness, and there was no trace of the noisy scene from the previous sacrifices.
In contrast, Han Yi felt utterly calm. Not only was he unafraid, but he even found himself anticipating something.
The monsters chanted a mysterious hymn in unison and began dancing wildly. Amid the singing and dancing, Han Yi was brought closer and closer to the fire.
Just then, a strange wind swept through, throwing the previously orderly monsters into disarray, scattering even the carefully stacked firewood. Flames burst forth, setting the monsters’ village ablaze, yet Han Yi stood miraculously untouched.
Seeing this, Han Yi couldn’t help but laugh aloud, while the chaotic monsters looked at him with fearful glances, carefully observing his figure among the flames.
“...is that the Black Bird that once fused with this world’s fate has perished!”
“And it couldn’t have been too long ago, for the world’s original fate has yet to recover. The Heavenly Fate remains broken, scattered like unclaimed treasure.”
“The path of fate is incredibly subtle; most cultivators can’t detect it. Even if they do, it would be useless to them,” Han Yi thought, a glint of ambition and greed flashing in his eyes.
“This place is nothing short of a treasure trove for me!”
“By instinctively reaching out for survival, I can manipulate the dispersed Heavenly Fate to summon wind and rain. If I could fully absorb the Heavenly Fate of this world...” Ȑ
Han Yi’s eyes glowed with a fierce determination and boundless ambition.
“I narrowly escaped death, and now fortune favors me!” He looked out over the vast, unknown world with a surge of boldness.
“When I return to the Xuanhuang Realm with control over the Heavenly Fate of this world, I shall soar like a dragon, unstoppable!”
Imagining the scenes awaiting him, a faint, uncontrollable smile crept onto Han Yi’s lips.
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