The World Will and fortune were both extremely nebulous, elusive things.
Although beings who attracted the World Will's attention would not immediately grow stronger, they would enjoy luck far beyond that of ordinary people, encountering all sorts of unbelievable opportunities—just like protagonists in martial arts novels who found secret manuals after jumping off cliffs, or protagonists in fantasy novels whose broken engagements awakened their potential and allowed them to turn the tables on the rich, tall, and handsome.
Even Wang Qiu'er, who had only gained the protection of the Star Dou Great Forest's fortune, could repeatedly turn calamity into good luck. Even Yang Ming could not bear to hurt her.
Tang San clenched the Nine-Colored Glazed Orb in his hand. This gift from the Creator God now felt somewhat heavy, as though nine towering mountains were pressing down on his palm, leaving him at a loss for what to do.
Tang San had never imagined that he was actually that legendary child of fortune, the lucky one favored by the World Will!
"So I was the protagonist of this world all along."
"So Xiao Wu was my wife."
"So I should have ruled over all..."
Tang San's eyes were somewhat vacant as he murmured under his breath.
The Nine-Colored Glazed Orb contained supreme secrets, recounting the past and present lives that should originally have belonged to Tang San. It truly lived up to being a gift from the Creator God. Perhaps only such a supreme being could create an artifact so incredible.
Tang San did not even know when he had parted with Qian Renxue and left the pavilion. Like a wandering ghost, he drifted aimlessly through the Sky-Blasting Gang's grounds.
Along the way, he occasionally encountered gang members patrolling the grounds. The Sky-Blasting Gang maintained a strict hierarchy, and