Chapter 580: 552: Mystic Bird Swallows Heaven's Fortune

Chapter 580: Chapter 552: Mystic Bird Swallows Heaven’s Fortune

During his confinement period, Han Yi had tried to escape.

However, it seemed like the monsters regarded him with great importance, guarding him without a moment’s rest.

They didn’t give Han Yi any chance at all.

Faced with the constantly watchful, fierce monsters, Han Yi had no choice but to swallow his saliva, giving up his escape plan.

Fortunately, the conditions of his cage were decent, and the monsters would bring him food and drink punctually every day.

It was not too unbearable.

Thus, after about ten days, the monsters once again tied Han Yi tightly and put him on the roasting pillar.

“I’m doomed! Had I known this, I’d rather die quickly at the hands of the cultivator earlier!”

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

Above the sky dome, the rumbling sound of thunder echoed.

Very soon, a sudden downpour arrived.

It extinguished the fire pit that had just reached the right climate in an instant.

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

As if realizing something, he was lost in thought, unknowingly of the moment he was taken back to the prison cage.

The third offering took exceptionally long.

Some sort of internal conflict seemed to have occurred among the monsters. Confined in his prison, Han Yi could faintly hear the heated arguments outside.

A good thirty days later, Han Yi was finally carried out again.

It seemed like this day was handpicked, exceptionally clear and bright.

Furthermore, each and every monster’s facial expressions were serious and solemn.

The previous chaotic scenes did not occur again.

But Han Yi’s heart was calm.

He didn’t feel fear, but instead, was anticipating something.

The monsters collectively hummed a mysterious ballad and danced passionately.

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

Just then, a sudden gale arose between heaven and earth.

It not only blew the orderly dancing monsters into a mess, but also scattered the neatly arranged firewood at the center.

The flames ran wild, setting the Monster Village alight.

Yet Han Yi, standing close by, miraculously remained unharmed.

Witnessing this, Han Yi broke into hearty laughter.

The monsters, now in chaos, all watched the figure amidst the firelight fearfully.

From then on, Han Yi’s status in the Monster Village was greatly different.

Not only was he freed from imprisonment, but he was also assigned to the most comfortable house in the village.

The food provided every day was the best in the village.

The monsters, upon seeing Han Yi, no longer displayed their previous ferocity.

Instead, they bowed their heads and dared not meet his eyes.

Although he was treated well, Han Yi was, after all, an Energy Refining Cultivator.

This quasi-primitive lifestyle was naturally unacceptable to him.

He had considered escaping again, but thought better of it and gave up.

This world was different from the Immortal Cultivation World, and there was no Spiritual Energy.

There was hardly any difference between him and a powerless mortal in this place.

For now, it was fairly safe in the Monster Village.

If he made a careless escape, there might be unforeseen dangers, and he could lose his life recklessly.

Hence, Han Yi decided to temporarily settle down in the village.

He began to learn the language of the monsters and attempted to communicate with them.

As time went by, Han Yi slowly realized the situation he was in.

The village was called “Zhu”, situated atop of an endless wilderness.

Around the wilderness, there were creatures like these monsters that looked half-human and half-beast everywhere.

The less human features they had, the more powerful monsters they were.

Villages like Zhu with human bodies and beast faces were considered the weakest ones.

It was said that deep in the wilderness, the supreme figures who have fully transformed into beasts, had power sufficient to shape the terrain.

Those who were fully human, like Han Yi, were considered “heretics”.

They were beings that irritated the deities in heaven.

They were to be burned alive in sacrifices to pacify the wrath of the deities.

However, up till the third time, all sacrifices had been interrupted by natural phenomena.

The monsters of Zhu Village recognized the extraordinary nature of Han Yi, the heretic.

That led them to give up their plan to cremate him.

In the central altar of Zhu Village, Han Yi saw the statue of the so-called deity in the mouths of the monsters.

It was a proud and incredibly majestic exotic bird.

When the monsters kneeled before the statue, Han Yi was profoundly moved.

It also affirmed his previous conjecture.

The deity appeared to be highly similar to the Heavenly Mandate Mystic Bird recorded in his “Fate Scripture of Heaven”.

“Although there is no Spiritual Energy and I can’t cultivate, that [Feather of Mysterious Bird] in my Dantian, prepared for my foundation establishment, feels like it has returned to its hometown.”

“It seems to be constantly absorbing an inexplicable energy floating in the air, causing itself to transform.”

An indescribable look flashed across Han Yi’s eyes.

According to the “Heavenly Fate Sutra”, theoretically speaking, if the divine technique of the Mystic Bird Tribe were perfected, “Heaven’s Fortune falls to me, and my Destiny is Destiny itself”.

The unity of heaven and oneself, inseparable from each other.

In the Xuanhuang World, achieving such a degree is naturally fraught with difficulties. Let alone the Mystic bird, even the lord of Demonic Beasts would likely find it impossible.

Therefore, a compromise was made.

Choose a Small World to merge its own destiny, naturally is much easier.

After successful cultivation, within the Small World, the Mystic bird becomes an existence as powerful as the Heavenly Dao itself.

Changing the world with a thought becomes a simple task.

“The [Heaven’s Fortune] being absorbed by the Feather of the Mystic Bird, should be the fragmented, free-floating [Heaven’s Fortune] in the world,” Han Yi mused.

“The Heaven’s Fortune originally belonged to the Mystic Bird that had refined this world, and shouldn’t have been absorbed by me, the outsider. Even if I were practicing the Heavenly Fate Sutra and possessing the Feather of the Mystic Bird.”

“The fact that we can have this situation now, there’s only one possibility.”

“That is…”

A hint of excitement flashed across Han Yi’s eyes.

“The Mystic Bird that once merged with the Heaven’s Fortune of this world…”

“Has fallen!”

“Moreover, it doesn’t seem to have been too long since its downfall. The original world’s Heavenly Dao hasn’t yet recovered, and the Heaven’s Fortune is fragmented and scattered like unclaimed treasures all over the place!”

“The pathway of fortune is mysterious. Ordinary cultivators simply can’t perceive it. Even if they can vaguely sense it, it’s still useless to them.”

“But I’m different!”

“For me, this place is like a treasure land through and through!”

“The instinct for survival unconsciously triggers the free-floating Heaven’s Fortune, creating weather phenomena.”

“If I could absorb all of the Heaven’s Fortune in this world…”

A hint of greed and ambition momentarily surfaced in Han Yi’s eyes.

“Blessings do come after a great disaster!”

Looking at the vast unknown world, boundless ambition surged in his heart.

“Once I have integrated all the Heaven’s Fortune here and return to the Xuanhuang World, I will rise like a dragon in the sky, unstoppable!”

Imagining the future scenes, a irrepressible smile crept across Han Yi’s lips.