I Really Don't Want to Be a Child of Luck

Thunder rolls outside the island, the color of the sky and the earth changes, there are unicorns and phoenixes circling in the sky, and the dragon Xuanwu protects the law, the pressure is terrifying, and the vision is amazing! Everyone looked intently and saw a 17 or 18-year-old boy standing on the island. He had an outstanding appearance and fluttering white clothes. He stood in the wind and looked like an immortal. He stood among the thunder, and the thunder took a detour when he saw him. He stood in the center of the storm, and the storm stopped abruptly when he encountered him. Everyone was shocked in their hearts. What kind of spectacle is this? What is the gift of heaven, the son of destiny? Only Chen Duxian had a sore face: I really don't want to be a child of luck!