The lakeside divine palace, the world roared in resonance.
After the shocking tale of the Primordial Ancestor personally counting fish spread across the nine heavens and ten lands, the entire world went mad. No one doubted anymore—The Ancient God Emperor was the one and only, even the Creator had become his "attendant."
Thus, the myriad realms unanimously decided: to hold a coronation ceremony, declaring him the "Eternal Sole Sovereign," to quell all upheaval.
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On this day, heaven and earth boiled over.
From the nine heavens descended golden threads of fate, weaving endless auspicious clouds around the lake.
From the ten lands erupted streams of primordial essence, forming divine springs around the palace.
The underworld's heroic spirits gathered, offering incense and crying out "Eternal One!"
The demon clans presented their greatest treasures, the devils offered blood pacts, and foreign realms carried entire stars to embed in the palace walls.
The whole world, every race, prepared for this moment.
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At the palace gates, the black-haired youth squatted, gnawing on a skewer of grilled fish.
He looked up—only to see countless clouds descending, light beams enveloping him, and billions of cultivators kneeling and shouting in unison.
"Welcome the Ancient God Emperor, crowned as the One!"
"All realms united, eternal sovereign!"
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The black-haired youth froze on the spot, nearly dropping his fish.
Then his eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh excitedly: "Hahaha! So today's the award ceremony! Of course, I won the fishing competition, there has to be a prize!"
He grinned smugly: "Told you, I win for sure!"
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Boom!
Countless cultivators burst into tears, frenzied in their kowtows.
"The Holy Words of the Ancient God are fulfilled! He truly said he'd win for sure!"
"This is proof of Dao's ultimate victory!"
"The Ancient God Emperor is supreme!"
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At that moment, the heavens cracked open.
A crown forged of endless laws of fate slowly descended, golden brilliance bathing the realms.
"Crowned the Eternal One!"
The cries of billions shook the skies.
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The black-haired youth looked up at the glittering golden crown, his eyes sparkling.
"Wow! The prize is huge! Hahaha, the champion really gets some prestige!"
He laughed, reached up, and plopped the crown on his head.
"Hehe, fits pretty well!"
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BOOM!!!
The world quaked, all realms roared.
Every golden dragon of fate bowed its head, the rivers of law converged completely, and the destiny of the world pressed upon him alone.
Countless cultivators prostrated, sobbing rivers of tears.
"The Emperor is crowned!"
"The Eternal One!"
"All realms united!"
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The black-haired youth, full of pride, waved and laughed: "Hahaha, thanks everyone, thanks! I'll keep working hard, and next time I'll win the championship again!"
The moment he spoke, the words were instantly carved into the stone stele:
[Holy Words of the Ancient God: Next Time I'll Win Again]
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In an instant, the world went mad once more.
"The Ancient God reveals—cultivation never ends, victory must pass from age to age!"
"Too great! Too profound!"
"This is the eternal path of victory!"
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As night fell, the lakeside palace shone with golden light. Billions of beings cried out in unison:
"Ancient God Emperor!"
"The Eternal One!"
"The Sovereign of All Realms!"
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Meanwhile, inside the hut, the black-haired youth hugged the crown of fate, happily admiring himself in a copper basin like a mirror.
"Hehe, what a pretty trophy! Shame it's a bit heavy—wearing it's uncomfortable. Next time they should make it lighter."
Satisfied, he tossed the crown onto the bed and collapsed into sleep.
His snores, in the ears of the billions outside, were heard as—
[The Ancient God Emperor slumbers, nurturing the victory of the next age]