id: "My surname is Jun, and I am destined to be emperor in the future. I will build an immortal Heavenly Court, why not call it Jun Di Ting"At hearing these boisterous words, many old-timers fell sile...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.an could enter this place without needing the Flowers of the Past.Because she and the sleeping Princess Iris, were originally one."Jun Xiaoyao, tell me, who am I""Lán Pópo said, as long as I come to t...