← 我的模拟长生路

第五百五十二章 玄鸟吞天运

During his imprisonment, Han Yi had also attempted to escape.

Unfortunately, the monsters seemed to take a keen interest in him and kept a constant, unbroken watch. They did not give Han Yi any chance at all.

Faced with the ever-watchful, fierce-eyed guards, Han Yi swallowed hard and abandoned his plans of escape.

Fortunately, the conditions of this cage were tolerable; the monsters would arrive on schedule to deliver food and water each day. It wasn't too unbearable.

Thus, after several days, the monsters once again bound him tightly and sent him up onto a burning stake.

"I'm done for! I wish I had died at the hands of that previous cultivator instead!"

Just as Han Yi was thinking this, something unexpected happened.

Thunder rumbled from above the sky. Soon, torrential rain descended, extinguishing the barely formed fire pit in an instant.

Not only were the monsters terrified, but even Han Yi himself was stunned.

He seemed to recall something and stared blankly into space, unaware of when he had been returned to his cell.

The third sacrifice took a particularly long time.

There appeared to be some internal conflict among the monster group. Even from inside the cage, Han Yi could faintly hear intense arguments taking place outside.

After about thirty days, Han Yi was brought out again.

This day seemed carefully chosen for its clear weather.

Every monster's expression was solemn and serious; there were no more noisy scenes as before.

But Han Yi felt a calmness within himself. He wasn't afraid anymore but rather looked forward to something.

The monsters sang mysterious songs in unison, dancing wildly.

As the music continued, Han Yi got closer to the fire.

Suddenly, an eerie wind swept across the sky.

Not only did it blow the dancing monsters off balance, scattering them and the wood they had piled up, but it also ignited their village with flames.

Miraculously, Han Yi remained unscathed amidst all this chaos.

Seeing this, Han Yi couldn't help but laugh aloud to the heavens.

The monsters, in a state of disarray, secretly observed him from the shadows, their eyes filled with fear.

From then on, Han Yi's status within the monster village changed significantly.

Not only did he no longer suffer imprisonment, but he was also given one of the most comfortable houses in the village. His food each day was the best available.

When monsters saw Han Yi, they no longer approached him with a menacing demeanor; instead, they lowered their heads and avoided his gaze.

Despite the good treatment, as a cultivator, Han Yi could not accept such a barbaric lifestyle.

He had considered escaping again but ultimately gave up on the idea. The circumstances in this world were vastly different from those of the cultivation realm, and there was no presence of qi here.

Here, he was like an ordinary mortal with no strength at all.

Currently, he was relatively safe within the monster village.

If he ran out recklessly, he might encounter more dangers and lose his life unnecessarily.

Thus, Han Yi decided to settle down in this village temporarily. He began learning the language of the monsters, trying to communicate with them.

Over time, Han Yi gradually understood his situation better.

The village was called "Zhu," located on an endless wilderness.

Throughout the wilderness were various creatures that resembled both humans and beasts. The less human-like they appeared, the stronger they became.

Zhu Village, where humans had faces of beasts, was one of the weaker villages among them.

It was said that in the depths of the wilderness, there lived supreme beings who had completely transformed into beasts, possessing power to split mountains and rivers.

Those with fully human forms like Han Yi were considered heretics—offenders against divine will. They needed to be burned alive during sacrifices to appease the gods' wrath.

But three consecutive sacrifices were interrupted by celestial phenomena.

The monsters in Zhu Village realized that Han Yi's status as a heretic was extraordinary and thus abandoned their plans to burn him.

In the central altar of Zhu Village, Han Yi saw what the monsters called "the deity." It was an imposing bird with majestic features.

The monsters knelt before it, and Han Yi felt a tremor in his heart. This confirmed his earlier suspicions: this deity resembled the Heavenly Bird mentioned in *The Heavenly Destiny Scripture* he had been studying.

"Although there's no qi here to cultivate, the [Heavenly Bird Feather] prepared for Foundation Establishment within my dantian feels like I'm back home."

"It seems to be continuously absorbing some mysterious energy from the air, causing a transformation."

Han Yi's eyes flashed with an inexplicable gleam. According to *The Heavenly Destiny Scripture*, if the power of the Heavenly Birds were perfected, it would be "Heaven's fortune is my fortune, and my life is Heaven's will."

This unity between heaven and self was nearly impossible in the Xuan Huang realm. Even a minor bird like Han Yi couldn't achieve this.

Thus, he sought an alternative: finding a small world to serve as his dao field. The integration of the small world’s *Heavenly Destiny* would be much easier.

Once perfected, within that small world, the Heavenly Bird could be considered a manifestation of the Dao itself. Changing mountains and rivers with a thought was merely routine.

"The [Heavenly Bird Feather] absorbs should be the fragmented, scattered *Heaven's Fortune* from this world," Han Yi mused.

"Heaven’s fortune belongs to the bird that transformed this world; it shouldn’t be absorbed by an outsider like me. Even if I practiced The Heavenly Destiny Scripture and possessed a Heavenly Bird Feather."

"The only reason for this situation is..."

Excitement flared in Han Yi's eyes. "The bird that integrated the *Heavenly Fortune* of this world..."

"Has fallen! And it hasn't been long since its fall. The original world’s Dao has yet to recover, and the Heavenly Fortune lies scattered like abandoned treasure!"

"The path of fortune is profound. Ordinary cultivators can barely sense it, let alone find it useful."

"But I’m different!"

"For me, this place is a complete treasure trove!"

"An unconscious survival instinct triggered the free-floating Heavenly Fortune, allowing me to summon wind and rain."

"If I could absorb all the *Heavenly Fortune* of this world..."

A hint of greed and ambition appeared in Han Yi's eyes. "Truly, surviving a great calamity brings good fortune!"

Looking at this vast unknown world, he felt an immense sense of ambition.

"When I integrate the Heavenly Fortune of this world, returning to the Xuan Huang realm will be like a dragon soaring through the sky, unstoppable!"

As he imagined his future, Han Yi couldn't help but smile.

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