The evolution of the Saint Realm had led many clans and sects to establish strongholds within it. Sometimes, for important meetings, they did not need to appear in the real world and could gather in the Saint Realm instead.
"Daoist friend ahead, please wait!" One day, Xuantian was leisurely walking at the foot of Mount Buzhou when a voice called out to him.
He saw an old man with white hair and beard and a high, protruding forehead, sitting cross-legged atop a white crane as he hurried toward him.
At the peak of the early Hunyuan stage, Xuantian saw through the old man's cultivation at a glance.
"Daoist friend, you called out to me. May I ask what you want?"
"Haha, this poor Daoist is Nanji Zi. From ten thousand miles away, I could see the fortune surrounding you forming a canopy, splitting into seven colors and taking the shape of a dragon and tiger. Thus, I guessed that you must be a virtuous and accomplished senior. I apologize for disturbing you and hope you will not take offense!" Nanji Zi climbed down from the white crane, clasped his hands in return, and said with a smile as he stroked his beard.
So it was him. Xuantian immediately understood. Within the Chan Sect, South Pole Immortal Elder and Yun Zhongzi were not among the Twelve Golden Immortals, yet their cultivation was superior to those fellows.
Moreover, South Pole Immortal Elder and Yun Zhongzi were rare cultivators blessed with great fortune.
Although he is only half a step into the Hunyuan stage, the fortune surrounding him is flourishing. There is probably an eighty- or ninety-percent chance that he has an extraordinary background.
*Though my origins are profound, my opportunities are far inferior to his. If I form a good relationship with