The city in the clouds floats in the clouds, the golden light shines on the three thousand worlds, the light and rain are misty, the colorful glow is like silk, sacred and peaceful.

The Sun Temple was chaotic, carved beams and painted buildings, and the pillars were carved with real dragons and golden crows, all of which were lifelike as if they were about to rush out of the pillars.

The Lord of the Sun Hall sat upright on the golden dragon chair, with a big sword and golden horse, his body shrouded in chaotic qi, looking down at the small clouds under the ninety-nine steps.

"From today onwards, you are a disciple of this seat, and you are ranked in the quasi-god son sequence of my Sun Temple. ”

The Lord of the Sun Hall spoke, and the entire temple responded, and the carvings on the golden pillars of the chaotic qi seemed to come to life, flying in the chaos.

"Bastard! Whoever wants to be your disciple, you are a bastard!

Xiao Yunxiao's face was red, he really didn't expect that the Lord of the Hall of the Sun was actually a scoundrel, and he would actually do such a thing as kidnapping people as disciples.

"Hmph, do you think that the Sun Temple is a place where you can come and go whenever you want? Don't be ignorant, there are countless people in the entire Eight Desolations who want to be my disciples, and this seat can take a fancy to you as your blessing, you should be content!"

"Am I not?