Back to the present moment, the people of Kang Village have suffered heavy casualties.
In the shadows, Si watched with bloodshot eyes, barely containing his rage.
He could hardly believe that Han Yi was truly capable of summoning heavenly starfire like some kind of god.
Not only had the plan to ambush Han Yi failed, but his childhood home and beloved Zhu Village were nearly destroyed in the calamity.
Familiar faces had become nothing more than burnt corpses, fragmented and broken.
Anger, jealousy, resentment…
All these emotions surged in Si’s heart, finally converging into a single thought.
“Kill him! Kill him!”
In the dim night, Han Yi’s figure had completely vanished.
Although the energy surrounding Han Yi was different from that of the deity Si worshipped, he was still able to follow the faint residual traces in the air and ultimately catch up to Han Yi.
“Die! Such so-called deities should never have set foot on this land!”
With a twisted expression, Si voiced the suppressed words that had been buried in his heart.
As he chanted, Han Yi suddenly realized with shock that the wind around them was gathering in Si’s hands.
Compressed to the extreme, it shot towards Han Yi.
“So, the heavenly fate can be used in this way?”
Han Yi was both surprised and delighted.
Though another wound was carved into his body, his eyes grew brighter.
He dodged while simultaneously sensing and studying Si’s method of controlling the wind blades.
Until, at the brink of collapse, covered in blood, he finally succeeded.
When he summoned his first wind blade, its color was deeper than Si’s, and the momentum far more imposing.
It tore through the air with a sharp whistle, crushing Si’s wind blade and continuing forward.
In Si’s stunned, unwilling gaze, it pierced through his body, reversing the situation and ending his life.
Han Yi, wounded all over, let out a relieved breath and collapsed into a deep sleep.
When he awoke, he found that all his injuries had healed in just a single night.
Unable to determine the reason, Han Yi didn’t dwell on it and instead continued his escape into the wilderness.
But soon, he noticed that small search parties were scouring the land for him everywhere.
The falling stars that night had been such a grand spectacle.
The destruction of one village and the severe damage to another could hardly be kept a secret.
Rumors of a “god descending” quickly spread throughout the wildlands.
Regardless of whether Han Yi’s claim to being god was true or not, his ability to summon storms and stars was beyond doubt.
If he could be controlled, unifying the wastelands under both law and strength would no longer be just a dream.
With ambitions to seize the title of “Emperor,” nearly every tribe began to pursue Han Yi.
In the wilderness filled with monstrous beasts, his human appearance was also far too conspicuous.
He had no choice but to constantly flee in disgrace to save his life.
Fortunately, he was protected by Heavenly Fate, which sharpened his senses to danger.
And ever since the battle with Si, besides wind blades, Han Yi had also mastered the technique of wind manipulation.
While not as swift as a cultivator’s flight technique, it was much faster than simply walking.
Thus, although constantly hunted, Han Yi managed to avoid capture.
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“Wind, water, fire, lightning…”
“They are all part of the world. By harnessing Heavenly Fate, I can control these elements to kill enemies without any problem.”
“According to the Heavenly Fate Sutra, the earliest cultivators seemed to wield power in this way—petitioning the heavens for authority and manipulating all things.”
“Back then, they apparently called themselves ‘Warlocks’.”
Having grown accustomed to a life of hiding, wandering in the wilds for what seemed like ages, Han Yi lay in a freshly dug earthen cave, murmuring to himself.
A faint flame danced on his fingertips, illuminating the dark space around him.
Even in this world without spiritual energy, he managed to perform feats that only cultivators could typically achieve.
“If I fully integrate with this world’s fragmented Heavenly Fate, then my powers here may rival even the Longevity Immortal of the Xuanhuang Realm.”
As hope rekindled in Han Yi’s eyes and he began to look forward to the future again, he suddenly felt the ground trembling slightly.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Thunderous footsteps echoed from a distance, growing louder as they drew closer.
Han Yi’s expression shifted as an overwhelming sense of danger flooded his mind.
Cursing under his breath, he broke through the earth, quickly oriented himself, and used the wind to flee.
Behind him, a colossal white elephant the size of a mountain was in hot pursuit.
The massive creature ignored all obstacles in its path, charging toward Han Yi with its four powerful legs.
Even with his wind manipulation pushed to the limit, Han Yi couldn’t shake off the white elephant.
The chase attracted the attention of nearby beasts, who soon spotted Han Yi and joined in the hunt.
With more and more beasts surrounding him, Han Yi’s escape routes were rapidly narrowing.
Feeling cornered, a fierce light flashed in Han Yi’s eyes.
Over time, he had absorbed a substantial amount of Heavenly Fate.
If he unleashed it all at once, he could trigger a disaster on the scale of a mountain collapse, burying all these beasts.
But doing so would nullify all his efforts, subject him to backlash, and leave him gravely injured.
Just as Han Yi hesitated, he suddenly sensed a faint trace of spiritual energy around him.
Though weak, Han Yi, who hadn’t felt the nourishment of spiritual energy in a long time, knew he wasn’t mistaken.
Where there is spiritual energy, there is the possibility of performing spells.
Even the weakest spells from the Qi Condensation stage would be beyond the capabilities of these beasts, who relied solely on their physical might.
Overjoyed, Han Yi immediately followed the spiritual energy’s direction and ran.
He finally stopped at a deep ravine.
“Could this be…”
Sensing the faint flow of spiritual energy, which halted just outside the ravine’s bounds, Han Yi was overjoyed.
“This seems to be a pathway back to the Xuanhuang Realm!”
Since arriving in this small world, Han Yi had relentlessly searched for a way back to the Xuanhuang Realm.
He had scoured the area around Zhu Village but had not found the entrance.
This small world was vast, and for him to find a way back alone was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack.
But by a stroke of fate, today, while at the edge of despair, he had stumbled upon the path home.
“Indeed, heaven hasn’t forsaken me!”
Han Yi cast a cold glance back at the horde of beasts hot on his heels.
A sneer crossed his face: “Once I return, master my skills, and make all the necessary preparations, I’ll come back here to settle accounts with you all!”
With this thought, Han Yi dove into the depths of the ravine.