The black bird swallows the destiny of the sky

During his imprisonment, Han Yi also tried to escape.

However, the monsters seemed to value him greatly, watching him continuously without a break.

They gave Han Yi no chance at all.

Facing the monster guards who were constantly glaring at him fiercely, Han Yi could only swallow his saliva and give up on his escape plan.

Fortunately, the conditions in this cage were quite good, and the monsters would deliver food and drink on time every day.

It wasn't too unbearable.

After more than ten days, the monsters once again tied Han Yi up and put him on the burning pillar.

"My life is over! If I had known this, it would have been better to die at the hands of that Cultivator before!"

Just as Han Yi was thinking this, another anomaly occurred.

Above the sky, thunder rumbled.

Soon, a torrential downpour suddenly arrived.

It instantly extinguished the bonfire that had just managed to form.

At this, not only were the monsters extremely terrified, but even Han Yi himself was stunned.

He seemed to have thought of something, staring blankly, not even knowing when he was carried back to his prison cell.

The third sacrifice was exceptionally long.

Among the monster group, some internal conflict seemed to have occurred. Han Yi, in his prison cell, could vaguely hear the rather intense quarrels coming from outside from time to time.

After a full thirty-odd days, Han Yi was carried out again.

This time, the day seemed to have been carefully chosen, exceptionally clear.

And the expression on every monster's face was extremely serious and solemn.

The noisy scenes from the previous two times did not reappear.

Yet, Han Yi's heart was calm.

Not only was he not afraid, but he was even anticipating something.

The monsters chanted mysterious songs in unison and danced with abandon.

Amidst the singing and dancing, Han Yi moved closer and closer to the great fire.

Just then, a demonic wind suddenly swept across the world.

It not only blew the originally neat and dancing monsters helter-skelter, but also directly scattered the neatly piled firewood in the center.

Flames spread, igniting the monster village.

Meanwhile, Han Yi, who was nearby, was miraculously unharmed.

Seeing this, Han Yi couldn't help but laugh uproariously towards the sky.

And the chaotic monsters all looked at the figure in the firelight with fearful eyes.

From then on, Han Yi's status in the monster village was vastly different.

Not only was he no longer imprisoned, but he was also given the most comfortable house in the village.

His daily food was also the best in the entire village.

When the monsters saw Han Yi, they were no longer as ferocious as before.

Instead, they bowed their heads and dared not look him directly in the eye.

Although the treatment was excellent, Han Yi was a dignified Qi Refining Cultivator.

This almost savage life was, of course, unacceptable to him.

He had thought about escaping again, but after some thought, he gave up.

This world is vastly different from the Cultivation World, and there is no Spiritual Qi present.

Here, he was no different from a Mortal with no power to restrain a chicken.

Currently, he was relatively safe in this monster village.

If he ran out recklessly, he might encounter other dangers and lose his life in vain.

So Han Yi decided to temporarily settle down in this village.

He began to learn the monsters' language, attempting to communicate with them.

As time passed, Han Yi gradually understood his situation.

This village was called "Zhu Village," located in an endless wilderness.

The wilderness was full of monsters like them, resembling both humans and beasts.

The less human trace they had, the more powerful the monster was.

Zhu Village, with its human bodies and beast faces, was considered one of the weakest villages.

It is said that in the depths of the wilderness, those fully beast-like Supremes possessed power capable of splitting mountains and breaking rivers.

And a completely human body like Han Yi's was considered an "anomaly."

It was an existence that angered the gods in the sky.

They needed to be burned alive in sacrifices to appease the gods' wrath.

However, for three consecutive times, the sacrifices were interrupted by celestial phenomena.

The Zhu Village monsters realized the extraordinary nature of Han Yi, this anomaly.

Thus, they had no choice but to abandon their plan to burn him.

In the altar at the center of Zhu Village, Han Yi saw the statue of the so-called god, as spoken of by the monsters.

It was a proud, majestic, and exceptionally handsome exotic bird.

The Zhu Village monsters knelt on the ground before the statue, and Han Yi's heart was also greatly shaken.

At the same time, it confirmed his previous speculation.

This god was strikingly similar to the Heavenly Fate Blackbird recorded in the Heavenly Fortune Scripture he Cultivated.

"Although there's no Spiritual Qi and I can't Cultivate, the Xuan Bird's Feather I prepared in my Dantian for Foundation Establishment feels like it's returned home."

"It seems to be continuously absorbing an unknown energy roaming in the air, causing itself to transform."

A strange brilliance flashed in Han Yi's eyes.

According to the Heavenly Fortune Scripture, theoretically, if the Divine Ability of the Xuan Bird clan is Cultivated to its extreme, it becomes "Heavenly Fortune is my fortune, my fate is Heavenly Fate."

Heaven and I are one, inseparable.

In the Xuanhuang World, achieving such a state is naturally extremely difficult. Let alone a small Xuan Bird, even the Lord of Yao Beasts probably couldn't do it.

Thus, there was a compromise solution, a second-best option.

That was to find a Small World to be one's Dao field.

Fusing with the Small Heavenly Fortune of a Small World would naturally be much easier.

After achieving it, within that Small World, the Xuan Bird would be an existence comparable to Heavenly Dao itself.

Changing mountains and rivers with a single thought would be an easy matter.

"What the Xuan Bird's Feather is absorbing should be the fragmented, wandering Heavenly Fortune within the world." Han Yi mused thoughtfully.

"Heavenly Fortune originally belonged to the Xuan Bird that refined this world, and it shouldn't have been absorbed by an outsider like me. Even if I Cultivate the Heavenly Fortune Scripture and possess the Xuan Bird's Feather, it shouldn't happen."

"The only reason this situation is occurring now is one possibility."

"That is…"

A hint of excitement immediately surged in Han Yi's eyes.

"The Xuan Bird that fused with the Heavenly Fortune of this world back then…"

"Has fallen!"

"And it seems not much time has passed since its demise. The original World Heavenly Dao has not yet recovered, and the Heavenly Fortune is fragmented, scattered everywhere like unclaimed treasure!"

"The Dao of Fortune is profound and mysterious. Ordinary Cultivators cannot perceive it at all. Even if they can vaguely sense it, it is useless to them."

"But I am different!"

"This place, for me, is simply a complete treasure trove!"

"A subconscious act of self-preservation, triggering the wandering Heavenly Fortune, can summon wind and rain."

"If I can absorb all the Heavenly Fortune of this world…"

A hint of greed and ambition instantly appeared in Han Yi's eyes.

"Indeed, surviving a great disaster means future blessings!"

He looked at this vast unknown world, and boundless heroism surged in his chest.

"Once I integrate the Heavenly Fortune of this world, and return to the Xuanhuang World, I will be like a Dragon soaring in the sky, unstoppable!"

Imagining future scenarios, an uncontrollable smile appeared on Han Yi's lips.