My Simulated Longevity

During his detention, Han Yi also tried to escape.

However, the monsters seemed to attach great importance to him and kept watch over him seamlessly.

Don't give Han Yi a chance at all.

Facing the monster guards who were always staring at him with eager eyes, Han Yi had no choice but to swallow his saliva and give up his escape plan.

Fortunately, the conditions of this cage are pretty good, and the monsters will bring food and drink here on time every day.

Not too uncomfortable.

In this way, more than ten days later, the monsters tied up Han Yi again and sent him to the fire pillar.

"My life is at stake! If I had known this, it would be better to die at the hands of that monk before me!"

Just when Han Yi was thinking this, another change happened.

There was a rumble of thunder in the sky.

Soon, a heavy downpour came.

The fire that had finally formed the atmosphere was extinguished in an instant.

Not only were the monsters extremely frightened, but Han Yi himself was also stunned.

He seemed to have thought of something and was so lost in thought that he didn't even know when he was carried back to the prison.

The third sacrifice took an extra long time.

There seems to be some internal conflict among the monster group. Han Yi, who was in prison, could vaguely hear the fierce quarrels coming from the outside world from time to time.

More than thirty days later, Han Yicai was carried out again.

This time, the day seemed to have been carefully selected to be particularly sunny.

The expressions on every monster's face were extremely serious.

The noisy scenes like the previous two times never happened again.

But Han Yi felt calm in his heart.

Not only was he not afraid, but he was looking forward to something.

The monsters all hummed mysterious songs and danced to their heart's content.

Amid the singing and dancing, Han Yi got closer and closer to the fire.

At this moment, a gust of evil wind suddenly struck between heaven and earth.

Not only did it blow the dancing monsters, who were originally neat and uniform, to stagger around, but also the firewood piled in the center was blown away.

The flames raged wildly, igniting the monster village.

But Han Yi on the side was miraculously unscathed.

Seeing this situation, Han Yi couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

The monsters in a mess all looked at the figure in the fire with fearful eyes.

Since then, Han Yi's status in the monster village has been completely different.

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

The food we eat every day is also the best in the village.

When the monsters saw Han Yi, they were not as vicious as before.

Instead, he lowered his head and bent over, not daring to look directly.

Although the treatment is excellent, Han Yi is a dignified Qi-refining monk.

This almost barbarian life was of course unacceptable to him.

He once again thought about running away, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

The situation in this world is very different from that in the world of cultivating immortals, and there is no spiritual energy.

Here, I am no different from a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken.

Currently, it is relatively safe in this monster village.

If he ran out recklessly, he might encounter danger again and lose his life in vain.

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

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

As time went by, Han Yi gradually understood his situation.

This village is called "Zhu" and is located on an endless wilderness.

The wilderness is full of monsters like them that look like humans and beasts.

The fewer traces of "humanity" there are on the body, the stronger the monster will be.

Villages like Zhucun, with human bodies and animal faces, were considered to be one of the weakest villages.

It is said that in the depths of the wilderness, those supreme beings who are completely transformed into beasts have the power to open mountains and cut off rivers.

And a complete human body like Han Yi is regarded as a "heresy".

It is an existence that offends the gods in heaven.

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

But three times in a row, the sacrifice was interrupted by celestial phenomena.

The monsters in Zhucun realized the extraordinary nature of Han Yi, the heretic.

So I had to give up the plan to burn him.

In the altar in the center of Zhu Village, Han Yi saw the statue of the so-called god in the monster's mouth.

It was a strange bird that stood proudly with its head held high and extremely handsome.

The Zhucun monster knelt on the ground in front of the statue, and Han Yi was shocked.

At the same time, it also confirmed his previous guess.

This god is strikingly similar to the destiny black bird recorded in the "Tianyun Sutra" he practiced.

"Although I have no spiritual energy and cannot practice. But the [Black Bird Feather] prepared for foundation building in my Dantian feels like I have returned to my hometown."

"It seems to be constantly absorbing the inexplicable energy traveling in the air, transforming itself."

Han Yi's eyes flashed with an inexplicable glint.

According to the "Tianyun Jing", theoretically speaking, if the mysterious powers of the Xuanniao clan are cultivated to the extreme, "Tianyun is my destiny, and my destiny is destiny."

Heaven and I are one, regardless of each other.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, it is naturally extremely difficult to achieve this level. Let alone a small black bird, even the master of monsters might not be able to do it.

So there is a compromise plan that settles for the next best thing.

That is to find a small world and use it as your own dojo.

Integrating the small destiny of the small world will naturally make it much easier.

After completing the cultivation, within the small world, Xuanniao will be an existence that can be called the Dao of Heaven itself.

It is only easy to change mountains and rivers with just one thought.

"What the Black Bird's Feather absorbs should be the broken and wandering [Tianyun] in the world." Han Yi thought thoughtfully.

"The mysterious bird that Tianyun belongs to refining this world should not be absorbed by an outsider like me. Even if I practice the Tianyun Sutra and have the feathers of the mysterious bird."

"There is only one possibility for this situation to occur."

"That is……"

A hint of excitement suddenly appeared in Han Yi's eyes.

"The black bird that was originally integrated with the destiny of this world..."

"Falled!"

"And it seems that not too long has passed since its fall. The original way of heaven in the world has not yet been restored, and the destiny of the world is in pieces, scattered everywhere like treasures that no one cares about!"

"The path of luck is mysterious and profound. Ordinary monks cannot detect it at all. Even if they can faintly feel it, it is useless to them."

"But I'm different!"

"This place is a complete treasure for me!"

"The subconscious act of survival can trigger the free destiny, and you can control the wind and rain."

"If we could absorb all the destiny of this world..."

A trace of greed and ambition suddenly appeared in Han Yi's eyes.

"It's true that if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later!"

He looked at this vast unknown world, and infinite pride surged in his chest.

"When I integrate the destiny of this world and return to the Xuanhuang Realm, I will be like a flying dragon in the sky, unstoppable!"

Thinking about the future scene, Han Yi couldn't help but have an uncontrollable smile on his lips.