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For some time after this, Han Yi found himself in smooth waters in the village of Zhu.

With his food and clothing needs met, he spent his free time using the [Feather of the Mystic Bird] in his Dantian to absorb the freely floating Heaven’s Fortune within nature.

Whenever Zhu was attacked by monsters from other villages, he secretly invoked “Divine Right of Fate,” manipulating wind and rain, stirring sand and gravel, helping them repel several waves of external enemies.

Consequently, Han Yi’s status in Zhu grew increasingly higher.

The monsters of Zhu village even constructed a grand stone building as his sleeping palace.

They also provided him with ten robust bodyguards for personal protection.

Even more, they wanted to present to him the purest “maiden” in the village.

Looking at the human body with a cat’s head, Han Yi felt a chill down his spine and tactfully refused.

Just as Han Yi thought he would play the role of “divine son” in Zhu village for a long time, an accident happened.

One night, he woke up inexplicably.

Although it was quiet all around, Han Yi still felt an overwhelming sense of dread.

Quietly waking up and surveying his surroundings, he was horrified to find that the ten bodyguards who were supposed to protect him around the clock had suddenly disappeared.

Realizing something was wrong, Han Yi did not even have time to pack his belongings before he tried to escape from the palace.

It was then that he discovered that almost a hundred masked soldiers in black attire had already surrounded his palace during his sleep.

Under the weak flickering light in the palace, Han Yi could vaguely make out that these soldiers were more beastly than the villagers of Zhu.

Although they still had human bodies, their limbs were muscular and their hands had become like those of demonic beasts.

Clearly, they were here for him.

Han Yi could sense the danger, so he summoned all the Heaven’s Fortune he had absorbed in recent days.

Just when these soldiers were searching for Han Yi, a streak of light suddenly illuminated the sky, instantly brightening the night.

A massive fireball was plummeting straight towards Zhu.

The black-clad soldiers on the scene were instantly stunned by this sight.

The villagers of Zhu who were still in their sleep also woke up in alarm. Looking at the scene above their heads, resembling the Apocalypse, they were at a loss of what to do.

At the same time as Han Yi sensed that the Heaven’s Fortune he had accumulated had been exhausted, he hid himself in a corner formed by a massive rock.

Han Yi originally thought that the meteorite he had summoned with all his strength would definitely crush all these black-clothed soldiers.

Who would have thought that, in the face of this death threat, a figure suddenly emerged from the soldiers, letting out a roar that shook the heavens.

The figure swelled several times in size in an instant, leaped into the air with a push of his feet.

He was actually rushing towards the meteorite in the sky.

“Bang!”

With a violent explosion, that figure fell back to the ground at a faster speed than when he left.

Bloodied all over, he was no longer in one piece.

But the meteorite summoned by Han Yi was ultimately diverted from its original path.

Instead, it fell onto the center of Zhu village, where the houses were most densely packed.

“Boom!”

The ground trembled.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Village had almost turned into ruins. Cries and wails filled the air.

Those hundreds of black-clad soldiers, although they escaped the direct attack of the meteorite, could not avoid the aftermath of the meteorite’s impact and suffered heavy casualties.

Han Yi, who had made preparations in advance and had some residual Heaven’s Fortune shielding him, was not seriously injured.

Feeling that he should not stay here, he managed to slip away from Zhu Village amid the chaos and the cover of darkness.

Having fled more than ten miles and thinking he was safe, he suddenly sensed a rustling wind from behind him and hurriedly tried to avoid it.

But he was a beat too slow and could not dodge it in time.

An invisible wind blade cut a large wound on his back.

Enduring the intense pain, Han Yi looked back to find his attacker.

He was surprised to find that the person who attacked him was someone he knew!

It was Si, the High Priest of Zhu village!

Pretending to be angrily questioning Si for his reasons to attack, Han Yi was actually absorbing Heaven’s Fortune in the darkness, trying to find a chance to survive.

Perhaps Si thought Han Yi was at a dead-end and inevitably doomed to perish, so he did not rush his attack. Instead, he bitterly told Han Yi the reasons why he planned this assault.

It turned out that since Han Yi repeatedly exhibited “miracles,” Si, the High Priest who was originally revered and admired by the villagers, slowly lost his job.

This was understandable.

The main duty of the priest was to represent the villagers and communicate with the deities.

The priest reported the prayers of the villagers to the deities and conveyed the oracle from the deities to the villagers.

But with Han Yi, who could repeatedly perform miracles and was almost equivalent to a deity’s God Transformation,

Why would villagers choose to go the long way, instead of seeking his “representation”.

After losing the right to interpret the deity’s will, all the previous honors bestowed upon Si were taken over by Han Yi.

Watching Han Yi move into the grand palace, watching the terrified villagers kneel down whenever Han Yi went out…

Jealousy, like a venomous snake, grew in Si’s heart.

Even, when faced with Han Yi’s divine-like power, Si came up with the idea of “killing gods.”

But obviously, apart from him, there were unlikely to be others in Zhu village who would support this proposition.

So, he turned his attention to Kang village, which was more than ten miles away.

Kang village was much more prosperous compared to Zhu. The beast-like transformation degree of the villagers was clearly a notch higher.

But there wasn’t much conflict between the two. The wilderness was vast and the resources seemed inexhaustible.

Even if there were minor contradictions between Kang and Zhu, they were often resolved amiably after negotiations.

Si’s secret visit, however, changed everything.

Si revealed to the leader of Kang that a “deity had descended” in Zhu.

Also, he warned them that with the help of the deity, the village chief of Zhu had grown ambitious. He wanted to wipe out all sides with the deity’s power and become a “king” that unified the wilderness.

This process would certainly be full of bloody killings.

Si didn’t want to watch many living beings fall, so he quietly came to ask for help from the people of Kang village and kill Han Yi, the chief culprit of fraud in the name of a deity.

After some persuasion, the leader of Kang village also felt that letting Zhu have a “descended deity” was too dangerous.

Thus, after ten days of plotting, with Si as an accomplice, Kang waited for the right time to quietly surround Han Yi’s palace with a hundred odd elite soldiers.

While Si warned him of the powerful abilities the “descended deity” possessed to manipulate the weather, Kang was also filled with confidence.

The elite men under his command pushed their way through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

They were not even afraid of swords, let alone just winds and rain.

It was not until the meteorite rained down from the sky that Kang’s worldview was completely shattered.