Chapter 898: Number One in the Ten Thousand Worlds!

The end of the grand path.

The final battle.

A battle that shocked the entire universe finally came to an end with the defeat of Qiu Ming!

Watching Qiu Ming's body turn into dust and dissipate at the end of the Dao of Primordial Mist.

Everyone had such a feeling in their hearts that this should be the best destination for Qiu Ming.

An Bulang gave the Taoist flower to the dying Qiu Ming, which touched everyone's hearts. That scene seemed to run through the ages, and even the years could not be erased.

This is a legendary enough battle, even more legendary than some imperial battles.

Because it represents too many meanings, the decisive battle of the young emperor will not be so exciting.

Both of them are such evildoers, they look down on the arrogance of all races, and they have opened up a whole big level.

They represent the two most powerful inheritances in the universe. They have potentials that ordinary people can't imagine, and they also have capabilities that ordinary people can't understand. They are the only two people who have reached the end of the Dao of Primordial Enlightenment, and both of them have developed the divine way of truth beyond truth...

All of these are so admirable and awe-inspiring.

Both An Bulang and Qiu Ming are strong beyond comprehension. Even if Qiu Ming loses, no one will laugh at him, and no one will think that he is weak.

"well……"

A sigh came from the top of the universe.

It doesn't have any emperor prestige fluctuations, but it can make people feel endless sadness and regret.

The expressions of the three emperors of Immortal Emperor Palace changed at the same time, and they looked towards the sky.

But when they looked carefully, they found that there was nothing in the starry sky.

"King of the realm!"

"Young master, he..."

The powerhouses of the Vera Realm King's forces were all extremely sad, and some even had tears in their eyes.

They failed to fulfill the mission entrusted by the King of the Vera Realm, and the young master was even more defeated. For the forces of the King of the Vera Realm, it was definitely an unimaginable loss.

One must know that Qiu Ming has come to the end of the Dao of Primordial Mist!

If he can come back safely and perfectly inherit the mantle of King Vera, it will not be a problem at all!

"I don't blame you, it's because An Bulang is too strong, go back."

The voice of King Vera came again, and it was gentle and majestic.

He didn't call An Bulang the emperor's son, but called him by his first name, perhaps just expressing his respect for that young man.

The pupils of the three empresses moved slightly, especially Empress Suzaku, when she looked in a certain direction, her pupils turned red and golden, as if they could penetrate everything, seeing the extremely distant starry sky, the fighting spirit in her body surged, and she was attacked by her again. Forcibly suppressed.

No, now is not the time to fight...

An Bulang and all the little supreme beings urged the Hongmeng star stone, and one by one was transported by the mysterious power of the great emperor, and returned to the Hongmeng dojo, one after another figure emerged.

An Bulang, Jin Yuexi, Ji Yinyin, Guiyi Emperor's Son, Hua Xingyu, The Strongest Genome, Qianxun Saint, Nalan Jinli, Su Mu, Mo Shi, Shoulu Taoist, Shenxu Kun...

At this time, the powerhouses of the ten thousand realms discovered that more than half of the top ten little supreme beings in the Dao of Grandmist were directly or indirectly related to the Immortal Emperor Palace.

"It's really awe-inspiring background..."

"Even in the future, Immortal Emperor Palace is destined to have successors..."

"The background of Immortal Emperor Palace is unfathomable!"

The Tianjiao bosses of all races have such a feeling.

A group of little supreme beings returned to the Hongmeng Dojo again.

They looked at the crowd of spectators with a dazed expression.

How long have they been going to the Dao of Primordial Mist this time?

To be precise, it should be a year.

But they felt as if ten thousand years had passed.

As for An Bulang, who had reached the end of the Dao of Harmony, his feelings were even deeper.

That's not 10,000 years, but countless trillions of years, a whole cosmic epoch!

Did he really experience it for so long, or was it an illusion? Even he himself didn't know this.

The only thing he can know is that this is definitely a rare and precious experience for him, and even the most important part of his foundation in the future!

It's not just the Little Supremes who are deeply touched.

All the bigwigs who eat melons from thousands of races also feel particularly great.

When the little supreme beings entered, some were in the tribulation period, but after they came out, they were already Xuanxian.

An Bulang was even more exaggerated, already at the level of a real fairy.

The arrogances of all worlds eat melons and watch dramas here, and the little supremes fight and struggle in it.

The cultivation base of the Tianjiao of the Myriad Worlds remained unchanged.

The little Supremes have already obtained a lot of opportunities and fairy treasures, and their cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. They have crossed at least one small realm, and the more powerful ones have even crossed a big realm. Like An Bulang, they have crossed three big realms...

"When the Emperor Bulang is asking about the realm, I sit here and eat melons. When the Emperor Bulang is passing through the catastrophe period, I sit here and watch him grow and watch him fight. The Emperor Bulang is from the Xuanxian Realm At that time, I was sitting here watching him win the fate of immortality, and when Emperor Bulang was in the real fairyland, I was still sitting here..."

"What the hell am I missing?"

The people who eat melons in all worlds always feel that they have wasted something and missed something.

Everyone actually has the feeling that the sea has changed!

The key is that they have only eaten a melon for a year, and it is not long!

"Okay, all the Tianjiao who embarked on the path of primordial enlightenment have returned."

"Next, I will announce the Ten Thousand Realms Grand Competition. The first place winner is..."

Wuzhi Celestial Immortal looked agitated, and rarely, his blood boiled.

"The Immortal Emperor Palace's... An Bulang!"

As soon as the sound came out, the audience erupted.

Everyone is cheering for the champion of the Ten Thousand Worlds Competition.

A tsunami roared up the mountain in Hongmeng Dojo.

All the fairies from the Immortal Emperor's Palace floated over and sprinkled a rain of flowers.

The Golden Crow Empress was all smiles, and the golden flame in her hand rose into the air, exploding gorgeous fireworks.

The starry sky turned into a gorgeous golden color, and the flames turned into all kinds of wonderful totems, all beaming with joy.

In the form of Tao, the fireworks spread throughout the entire central star field in an instant.

Practitioners in the entire central star field realized one thing at this moment.

The champion of the Ten Thousand Worlds Competition is An Bulang!

An Bulang, the son of the Immortal Emperor Palace! !

A grand ceremony has begun.

The Tianjiao of all races are shouting the name of An Bulang.

Countless strong men cast eyes of envy and admiration on him.

The hearts of the countless heavenly proud daughters sprouted, and their faces were full of longing.

An Bulang stands in the Hongmeng Dojo, dressed in white, imposing and ethereal.

All races celebrate him.

Hundreds of millions of arrogances follow him as an example.

"An Bulang!"

"An Bulang!"

"An Bulang!!"

A cry broke through the sky.

An Bulang has become recognized as the No. 1 pride in the world!

He proved himself through unparalleled strength and performance.

Moreover, this kind of recognition has surpassed his identity and power.

At this moment, in people's minds, various external factors have been blurred.

People have already forgotten his various identities, such as the arrogance of the Immortal Emperor Palace, and the son of Anlin Immortal Emperor, they all forgot at this moment. There is only one name, which is imprinted in the hearts of all people.

That is the young man in white clothes in front of him, An Bulang who won the first place in the Ten Thousand Worlds Competition!