When the power of the Nether River re-converged, Han Muye could see another trace of power quietly surging in Huang Six's body.
The reciprocation of the power of heaven and earth, the bestowal of luck.
The world of cultivation was really strange.
Han Muye looked up above his head.
A purplish-red halo emitting golden light seemed to be blinding.
He shook his head with a bitter smile.
It was no wonder that so many Immortal Lords were extremely kind to him when he was in the Fuyu Immortal World.
Who would be unkind to such vibrant luck?
They had thought he had some special qualities.
No, his good fortune was his special quality.
Without looking at how Huang Lao Liu was fighting fiercely, Han Muye focused his attention on the golden sails scattered ahead.
At this moment, he could sense the changes in the Soul Power on the sails.
Gathering souls.
Condensing souls.