My Bottle Cosmos

The group followed the two demigod attendants, Sylvie and Aurora, leaving the land where teachings were given. Other wizards wanted to follow but didn't dare.

Here were ancient existences of the wizard world, not to mention demigod-level attendants.

Sylvie's eyes swept across.

Rustle.

Suddenly, a bionic flesh spaceship morphed out, flapping its wings, carrying everyone aboard.

The group realized just how convenient being a demigod was.

"Don't envy; a demigod is just the beginning, a general term, with several major realms within it."

Sylvie said, "However, it's not demigods that are convenient; it's I who is convenient... For wizards like you, you can only morph into your own kind, not as convenient as I am."

Sylvie is a mechanical princess, the ancestor of bionic beings.

And what are bionic beings?

Butlers, auxiliary police, maids, various mechanical professions.

She was born a super nanny, with many functions, morphing into various professional bionic beings, thus proclaiming herself as the Emperor's butler.

"Honestly, I think your Creation Gods are more convenient."

Sitting on the spaceship, Sylvie suddenly spoke, sighing, "We just assimilated to our kin, but you create countless races, enriching a world, and it is innate, unlike us, who must become demigods to possess it."

The people from Minis were thoughtful.

The Creator Divine Race had an innate divine power.

Today's legendary wizards have thought about dissecting micro sequences to create life races, but they have failed, lacking souls; most are demons, incomplete lives.

The reason, Minis guessed: "We have unique telekinesis and soul wave to compile structures, constantly permeating life sequences, injecting a soul to some extent."

So, only the Creation Gods can fully construct life.

Rustle.

They flew all the way.

Sylvie spoke again, "Do you know that passage? The Emperor opened it. Originally that small thousand world was sealed, and the road to the middle thousand world wasn't easy... Without the road left behind, who knows how many years it would take you to escape the small world and ascend."

Minis and others' hearts skipped a beat.

Many ancient civilizations have been born in the wizard world, and Emperor Nokron's civilization was one, with such deep-seated connections.

They were simply following the path left by this being, ascending all the way from the small thousand world to the current middle thousand world.

Finally, after flying, they arrived at a house at the foot of a mountain.

"Wait a moment."

Sylvie knocked on the door, then entered.

After a while, Sylvie came back out and said, "The Emperor has chosen to see you."

The group was delighted and cautiously entered.

When entering the house, they saw a huge mysterious meat mountain creature occupying the entire living room, exuding a bizarre aura.

By the window, there was a slender man, his fists on the armrest, sitting quietly on a chair, gazing at the scenery outside.

Though no aura was emanating, any consciousness and life would vanish upon him, resembling an invincible black hole, giving a sense of dread.

Fist, Nokron.

An ancient being descended into this world, born before their civilization during the ultra-ancient epoch, leaving traces in every world of this middle thousand world.

Li Qing just glanced at them, "I have just revived on this old land, my body impoverished, strength not even one in a ten-thousandth, planning to reside here for a while."

The voice was very calm, carrying a distant peace, providing a sense of immense tranquility and unfathomability.

"This land will undergo a cleansing and collision, as an ancient deity passes by, reviving some worlds, and Subspace civilizations will attack."

The man pulled open the meat mountain creature before him.

The meat mountain opened its mouth wide, revealing a twisted, ripple-like space pocket.

In the middle of the pocket were floating space fragments, with various bizarre creatures evolving, reproducing, and growing on them.

Seeing that horrific scene, the several bigwigs of the wizard world present all changed their expressions.

Subspace, gaps in the Inner World, the floating space fragments, which subverted everyone's worldview there.

Space Rings, space pockets, they just saw them in Sylvie's hands, knowing only demigods could wield such abilities, envying tremendously, who knew that in the demigod era, they sought such space fragments, filled with bizarre creatures atop them.

Nokron turned around and said:

"Back in the day, Herodotus was akin to your elder brother, earning my acknowledgment, giving a gift to the Abyss back then, now shall I give you a gift as well? Young man, what do you want?"

"I want Subspace..." Minis said.

"A Subspace Ring?" Li Qing asked.

"I want all the technology for opening space." Minis pointed to the meat mountain, "I want it."

Everyone was stunned.

This kind of request...

Usually so steady a person, this seemed overly greedy.

However, Minis knew that after the Age of Legends, the coming demigod era would be the era of space storage pouches, space rings, and small realms.

Whether willing or not, civilization had to step into that era; otherwise, disaster would descend, affecting surrounding worlds, potentially destroying the entire wizard world.

The opportunity before him was the best chance, a chance he had to seize firmly.

If one missed the opportunity, like Proeus missing life-changing possibilities, they would regret it for life.

And this being probably saw the crisis our wizard world would face, hence coming deliberately to bestow the demigod realm and Subspace technology upon us.

Thus, he believed that these weren't unreasonable demands nor overly greedy arrogance.

This was a test to see if he could see the bigger picture.

Li Qing was slightly surprised, suddenly speaking: "In our time, our civilization took hundreds of years to take that step."

"Yet you, by moving your mouth, can possess a profound foundation."

"Can you tell me, why this is?"

Despite no pressure, Holy Dragon, Sylph, and others felt a sense of oppression.

This feeling made the being before them more ethereal, not forming pressure but possessing a great extinction, great silence's peace.

The oppression swept across, with Minis bearing it amidst the storm, feeling his whole body stiff and unable to move.

Clearly knowing this question was a test.

Taking something from such a being was possible; this space technology should be low-level for such a level.

But himself, why should he take it?

With countless people's blood and tears, civilization's roars, to reach this stage, do you think you can just ask for it with one sentence?

"Because we are following in your traversing footsteps."

Minis bowed deeply, solemnly and respectfully: "Senior! We are your descendants who traversed the tunnels you carved, now living on the middle thousand world land you conquered, following your path to come, and following your path to leave."

"The era is built upwards."

"It's with the gift of forebears that we can pave the way."

"All pioneers we shall remember, and we too stand on the shoulders of giants, on the remnants of giants, stepping forward with their courage."

These words seemed very wise.

Our civilization is your junior, your faction; our high starting point is all thanks to the existence of "Fist" Nokron who laid this foundation.

And the essence of civilization is the passing of the torch, standing on the giants of the past.

We take the torch, inherit the spirit, stride forward.

"Including the remains of my civilization?" Nokron looked at him.

"Including."

Minis' eyes shone, without hesitation.

Nokron suddenly laughed, "Go ahead, take it."

Minis took a deep breath, left with that meat mountain monster.

The Holy Dragon, Sylph, Tukashi, and others looked deeply at Minis, truly befitting one of the ancient deities, the oldest existence.

Watching these departing individuals, the house suddenly quieted down.

Li Qing laughed, "A clever fellow, although not as formidable and magnanimous as Herodotus, also lacks Herodotus' fearlessness and stubbornness."

It's noteworthy that in a class, often the smartest or best student doesn't necessarily have the best future, but luck, connections, mindset... these decide everything.

Sylvie blinked beside.

This junior is even better than me?

She pondered, seeming to indeed be better!

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this era's future? Will they survive this catastrophe?" Sylvie couldn't help but ask.

"No one knows the future, but at the very least, they are qualified as bugs."

"Bugs?" Sylvie recalled that phrase upon hearing the answer.

Gods were once also bugs, except those bugs had a characteristic: they did not revere gods.