In the Royal Steam Academy of the Imperial Capital, Lin Beixuan was ridiculed for three years as a useless martial spirit, a withered grass that could only emit smoke. At the opening ceremony, he touched the stone tablet at the door, and the system was activated. The withered grass burned out and turned into the shadow of the giant tree that stretched up the sky, and the golden and purple divine light in his eyes shot straight into the sky. All the teachers and students in the school who were kneeling to worship the genius just now turned around and knelt down. President Bingshan sent the Chamber of Commerce to the Chamber of Commerce, the empress reincarnated and asked to recognize her master, and the son of destiny led troops to block the door? Lin Beixuan sneered: I signed for a hundred years just for today. The son of destiny is just a dog raised by heaven. Lord of all realms, that was my name in my previous life. In this life, I have to make my own rules!
