Time is slowly passing. Within the treasure house of the gods, everyone is separated and chooses what they want.

In the empty sky, Murong Xue stood quietly, holding a scroll tightly in her hand. The scroll was covered with a rolling thunder arc. It was apparently not a thing. It was precious treasure she had worked so hard to acquire, ranked high and ranked among the Holy ranks.

However, Murong Xue, who had obtained the sacred rank merit, did not immediately leave the treasure house of the gods, only because in front of her, suddenly appeared a young man of the gods in black.

"The old fox of Gu Chongyang...