Damn it all.

In the span of a few breaths, Han Yi had gone from elation to terror to despair, escaping with his life by the thinnest of margins.

Right now, all he wanted to do was curse his own wretched luck.

Was winning a million contribution points really worth a backlash of providence this vicious?

Only after passing a deserted island did he finally crash to the ground, gasping, his heart still hammering.

Fortune and misfortune truly are unpredictable!

His expression cycled between gloom and agitation.

His premonition had been right. That place truly held a great opportunity.

A Soul Arbiter of heaven and earth capable of elevating someone to the Dao Unity realm, and a strange sword fragment that could contend with that very Soul Arbiter.

If his strength had been sufficient,...