My Longevity Simulation Chapter 555

However, things rarely go as one wishes in life.

For a period after this, Han Yi lived quite comfortably in this “Zhu” village.

With no worries about food or clothing, he spent his spare ti using the "Mystic Black Bird Feather" within his dantian to absorb the drifting Heavenly Fate in the world around him.

Whenever the Zhu village was attacked by monsters from other settlents, he secretly activated the "Authority of Heavenly Fate," conjuring winds and storms, shifting sand and stone to help them repel waves of foreign enemies.

As a result, Han Yi’s standing in the Zhu village rose significantly.

The monsters of Zhu village went so far as to build a towering stone structure as his palace residence. They also assigned him ten strong and formidable guards for his protection. They even intended to offer him the village’s most sacred “maiden.” Seeing her cat-headed, humanoid form made him shiver with discomfort, and he swiftly declined.

Just when Han Yi thought he would play the role of “Son of God” in Zhu village for a long ti, an unexpected event occurred.

One night, he suddenly awoke from a deep sleep, inexplicably filled with a sense of dread.

Rising quietly to inspect the area, he was shocked to find that the ten personal guards, who should have been guarding him day and night, had all disappeared without a trace.

Realizing sothing was wrong, he barely had ti to gather his belongings before attempting to flee the palace.

At that mont, he discovered that while he had slept, nearly a hundred masked soldiers in black had surrounded his palace.

In the flickering firelight of the palace, Han Yi could vaguely make out that these soldiers had a higher degree of beastification than the inhabitants of Zhu village. Although they retained human forms, their limbs were robust and their hands had transford to resemble those of beasts.

This group was clearly targeting him.

Sensing the danger, Han Yi steeled himself and activated all the Heavenly Fate he had accumulated over recent days.

As the soldiers searched for his whereabouts, a stream of light suddenly brightened the sky, illuminating the night. A massive fireball plumted directly toward Zhu village.

The black-clad soldiers were montarily stunned by the sight, and the villagers of Zhu, awakened from their slumber, looked up at what seed like the arrival of an apocalypse, bewildered and terrified.

anwhile, Han Yi, sensing the depletion of the Heavenly Fate he had amassed, hid himself in a corner made of solid stone.

Initially, Han Yi thought that the teor he had summoned with all his strength would crush all of the black-clad soldiers to death.

Unexpectedly, as the fatal threat approached, one of the soldiers let out a thunderous roar, and his body expanded several tis over. He launched himself into the air, charging directly toward the teor.

“Boom!”

With a violent explosion, the figure fell back to the ground even faster than he had ascended, drenched in blood and mangled beyond recognition.

Yet the teor Han Yi had summoned veered slightly off course, falling instead toward the village center, where the houses were densest.

“Boom!”

The ground shook.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu village was reduced to ruins, with cries and wails echoing through the air.

The black-clad soldiers, although they avoided a direct hit from the teor, couldn’t escape the aftermath, suffering heavy casualties.

Having prepared in advance and with a trace of residual Heavenly Fate shielding him, Han Yi was unhard.

Knowing he couldn’t stay any longer, he used the cover of night and chaos to escape Zhu village alone.

After fleeing more than ten miles, just when he thought he was safe, he sensed a breeze approaching from behind. Panicked, he tried to dodge but was a fraction too slow, failing to avoid it completely.

A blade-like gust sliced a deep wound across his back.

Enduring the searing pain, Han Yi turned to find his assailant—and to his shock, it was a familiar face.

The Zhu village high priest, Si!

Feigning anger, Han Yi demanded to know why Si had attacked him, all the while secretly gathering Heavenly Fate, hoping for a chance to survive.

Si, perhaps believing that Han Yi was already cornered and destined for doom, didn’t rush to strike again. Instead, he revealed the reason behind the attack with bitter resentnt.

It turned out that since Han Yi had repeatedly perford “divine miracles,” Si, who had once held a revered position and enjoyed the villagers’ respect, had gradually been “pushed out.”

It was easy to understand.

As the village priest, his primary duty was to represent the villagers in communicating with the gods—praying to the gods on their behalf and delivering divine decrees to the people.

But with Han Yi’s presence, performing miracles almost akin to a god incarnate, why would the villagers seek out a re “spokesperson” when they had a living divine presence?

Losing his role as the interpreter of divine will, Si’s forr honor was all but overtaken by Han Yi.

Watching Han Yi reside in the grand palace, witnessing villagers bow in reverence whenever he appeared, jealousy festered in Si’s heart like a venomous snake.

Even though Han Yi displayed godlike power, Si harbored thoughts of “killing a god.”

But clearly, no one in Zhu village would support such a plan.

So, he set his sights on Kang village, more than ten miles away.

Kang village was much stronger than Zhu village, with inhabitants at a higher level of beastification. Yet despite this, the two villages had never had serious conflicts. The boundless wilderness offered nearly inexhaustible resources.

Even if Kang and Zhu occasionally clashed, they usually resolved it peacefully through negotiation.

Si’s secret visit, however, changed everything.

Si inford the Kang village leader about the “divine descent” in Zhu village. He warned that with divine assistance, the Zhu village chief’s ambitions were swelling. He intended to use the power of the god to sweep through the wilderness and beco the “Emperor” uniting it all.

Such a course would inevitably lead to a bloody slaughter.

Unwilling to see so many lives lost, Si had secretly co to enlist Kang’s help in eradicating Han Yi, whom he deed a fraud exploiting the na of the divine.

After a round of persuasion, the Kang village leader agreed that allowing Zhu village to control a “divine entity” was too dangerous.

Thus, after more than ten days of planning, with Si as the informant, Kang waited for the perfect mont and led a hundred elite warriors to encircle Han Yi’s palace.

Although Si had told him of the divine’s power to summon winds and rains, Kang remained confident.

His elite force had fought through mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, unafraid of swords—how could re wind and rain faze them?

That is, until the falling teor shattered Kang’s worldview.

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