There was one emperor in the past and millions of insect masters in this life.
The fetus of a ghost dropped from the sky in the Insect Source Continent. Once it grows up, it turns into clouds when turned over its hands, and rain when turned over its hands.
Die: King, here we come.
Centipede: Anyone who offends my king will be punished.
Ant: Millions of essence, I give it to you.
