"Damn it!"
In a short span of time, Han Yi moved from great joy to great shock and further to severe grief; narrowly escaping death.
At this moment, all Han Yi wanted to do was to swear.
"Just because I hit a million contribution points, does it mean I have to suffer such an outrageous backlash of fate?"
Passing by an uninhabited island, Han Yi finally slammed onto the ground, panting heavily in shock.
"Indeed, misfortune is unpredictable!"
His face was full of mixed emotions.
His premonition was not wrong; it was indeed a significant opportunity.
He found the Essence of Heaven and Earth, which can accomplish the Realm of Unification, and an eerie broken sword that can resist it.
If his power had been strong enough, he could have just killed the Green Wind and tamed the broken sword.
He would have become an Integration Cultivator in one fell swoop and owned a divine weapon equivalent to his fighting strength.
...
At the thought of this, Han Yi's breath quickened.
