Back three days ago, the weather was gloomy. In Qiankun College, Zhuxiong Wuzhen was busy and harmonious. They were angry with their enemies. There were no disputes at all. The whole college seemed peaceful.

In the womb of heaven, beneath the arches of the old men, the gloomy-faced Son of Heaven suddenly stood up with ecstasy. "Great, our chance has come!"

"Your Majesty, what chance are you waiting for if you don't understand the secret of the world?" Zhulao are the elites of the Qiankun family. They are urgently mobilized by the Son of Heaven. They are still in a fog.

"Don't forget that the most important thing for us...