C585 Phantom Soul

Moh Xie was stunned for a moment. He had been recognized by the luck of Black Yellow Great World.

The word luck was just an illusion. Who could control the luck? Not even the immortals could explain it clearly.

"Moh Xie, it's true. The origin of a great world would indeed provide the cultivators who protected the great world with the blessing of luck during every great calamity