The Real Golden Finger!
Cultivators with extraordinary fortune were hardly rare. Some fell off cliffs and found divine techniques; others suddenly awakened some inexplicable cultivation constitution while walking down the road and were taken on as disciples by passing experts. Some even claimed the greatest prize every time they entered a Secret Realm.
But even the luckiest cultivator's fortune had its limits. There was only so much fortune a person could possess.
The fortune of the Sage White before them was plainly beyond those limits.
The Northern Great Emperor racked his brains and could think of only one person with fortune like Sage White's: the Confucian Sage.
Back then, the Confucian Sage had seemed much the same. His fortune was absurdly powerful. In an astonishingly short time, he forged his own path, entered the Longevity Immortal Realm, and became an existence who towered over an entire era.
The Northern Great Emperor vaguely remembered the Heavenly Emperor once saying that the Confucian Sage was highly unusual.
In fact, the Heavenly Emperor had said it repeatedly: the Confucian Sage possessed fortune no human being should have.
Could this Sage White be the same kind of existence as the Confucian Sage? the Northern Great Emperor wondered.
If things continued like this, would Sage White also become an existence like the Confucian Sage in a very short time, tower over an era, and then contend for the Heavenly Dao?
"Little friend Song, do you know this Sage White?" the Northern Great Emperor asked Song Shuhang. After all, little friend Song's left hand was still hanging from a branch of Sage White's Tree of Merit.
"Yes. Senior White is a senior I met through the group. I was the one who picked him up when he came out of seclusion this time, and