True Self and Original Self
The divine apes looked at the White-robed Youth, who seemed like a heavenly god descending into the world. How could they have any other thoughts now?
"Yes, this Source of Creation is yours..."
The divine ape leader nodded repeatedly. How would it dare go back on its word?
This White-robed Youth was absurdly powerful. He was no longer someone they could afford to provoke.
The divine beasts that had participated in the battle also curbed their arrogance. Some had even fled in panic, not daring to linger here for fear that An Bulang might notice them.
The White-robed Youth stood in the center of the forest, holding the Source of Creation.
Not a single powerful cultivator dared provoke him.
Through this battle, he had cowed every powerful cultivator present!
Even in the exceedingly distant Primordial Dao Field, the myriad races were intimidated.
"He caught the Heaven-Piercing Battle Saber barehanded. My heavens... is Imperial Son Bulang trying to defy the heavens?" Selena's clear, bright eyes widened, and her soft pink lips fell open.
"I already can't believe this is a prodigy tournament for those under a hundred years old. That was a forbidden weapon forged by a Great Emperor, a slash capable of beheading True Immortals... Yet Imperial Son Bulang blocked it barehanded and even crushed it..."
"Sigh, I feel like I've lived all these years like a dog..."
Treasure Seeking True Immortal looked at the youth in the image and muttered, unable to contain his emotions.
As battlefield commentators, it was the first time they had felt utterly at a loss for words—and unable to understand what they were seeing.
They could only express their amazement with "aba aba aba."
Even Xue Zhantian, the beast pet of the Immortal Emperor Palace, was incomparably thrilled and