My Bottle Cosmos

The three giants stepped into the secret realm and immediately saw the brilliant fragments of the alternate dimension secret realms.

"So beautiful."

They kept observing, first selecting the weaker ones to start with.

The first confirmed target was a small secret realm.

The size was only over thirty square meters.

Above it was a colony the size of ants, tiny people.

"The location roughly corresponds to the Yuxi Mountain Range. We should go there to open it, and then we can enter the corresponding secret realm here."

The three demigods walked all the way, entering within.

RUMBLE!

It was as if giants had descended.

On this land, trampling mountains and terrain, countless tribes of people moaned and fled.

They easily conquered this world.

They discovered it belonged to a slow world, with a flow rate of only a quarter of normal time.

"Slow, it doesn't matter. When we forge this space fragment into a subspace ring, then it will match the flow rate of reality."

"And if that's the rule, we need to be careful. We will first conquer those slow secret realms, as the flow of time is slow, so they're weaker."

"But fast secret realms might have already passed decades, hundreds of years, and who knows what terrifying existence lurks there!"

Minis gazed into the distance, only feeling dread.

Now the demigod era is the era of secret realms.

We can imagine the scale of time will surely usher in a giant leap.

Previously, only seventy years had passed in the Wizard World.

In the future, the Wizard World might soon connect to high-speed trains, accelerating in the secret realms over a few hundred, a few thousand years, stepping into a more distant era!

"It's truly a level of civilization, a qualitative change!"

"By the way, we hunted the leader of this secret realm, surprisingly another Creator God, the creative cells within can be fused with others."

At this time, Sylph spoke up.

The power of the Creator Gods can be plundered.

"Let's go, let's split up and head for the first secret realm to look for slow secret realms! Quickly pocket some of these weak secret realms."

Everyone sensed that when those fast secret realms rise in the future.

They won't be able to get the secret realm fragments as quickly as they can now.

The opposition will be too fast, with a century passing in a day, soon spawning powerful entities.

Eighty years in the Wizard World.

The top demigod wizards swept all the way.

Collecting surrounding slow-motion space fragment secret realms, constantly forging, building new Divine Countries.

And at the end of this year, they began trying to conquer fast secret realms, using the strong temporal speed to cultivate geniuses, construct Divine Countries, and nurture demigod geniuses.

"A demigod, someone with ordinary legendary talent, through the right Dharma Method, can break through in three hundred years!"

"Demigods, truly the beginning."

"We shall enter the millennium era!"

The Wizard World entered the era of rapid development, beginning the formal cultivation towards the Demigod Realm.

...

Seeing everything moving in a positive direction, Li Qing was rather satisfied.

Utilizing the subspace technology obtained in the Apocalypse World, developing rapidly in subspace, pushing boundaries, is the main course.

"However, the Wizard World No.1 and Apocalypse World No.2 have begun attempting to integrate subspace secret realms, only Martial Arts World No.3 remains stagnating."

"That youngest son world is truly unique." Li Qing couldn't help but laugh with tears, in these three rooms and a hall, only you are unmotivated.

Now, the Martial Arts World has been developing for fifty years.

But the most ridiculous thing is that the Martial Path Emperor just condensed the Crystal Core, barely stepping into the Fifth Tier Gold Level.

I let you loose, but you don't have to waste your time like this, right?

This world, which Li Qing chose not to manage, has a very straightforward development history.

This world cultivates Martial Path.

Humans are a blank slate, with "equipment" slots on their bodies, cultivating secret manuals is like choosing talents.

Iron Head Skill, Iron Cloth Shirt...

The Creation Gods of the Martial Arts World also created various tribes and factions at the start of the world, culminating in one fierce man uniting the realm.

No creative talents, but able to fight.

One person brought about the Twilight of the Gods, slaughtering the Creator Gods, beating those researchers to death, and seizing their creation brains.

Then built twelve "Creation Merit Holy Steles", allowing the human tribes on his land to comprehend and create "Martial Arts Secret Manuals."

He called himself simply: Emperor.

This is the progress made over fifty years in this world.

Over the years, the Emperor was absorbed in researching Martial Arts Secret Manuals and did not lead the entire civilization in exploring new realms, so it remained a low martial era.

At this time,

This Emperor, frail and emaciated in appearance, occasionally coughing, as if afflicted by countless diseases, sat on the Martial Path throne.

"Have you finished researching what I asked for?"

The martial arts geniuses below trembled with fear.

The Emperor tasked the geniuses of the world with creating Martial Arts Secret Manuals using the "Twelve Merit Steles."

Moreover, this person's thoughts could be described as fantastical.

At one moment, ordering research on martial arts that could absorb the power of others.

At another, research on a divine skill allowing souls to emerge, wills to detach.

He is a layman crazily giving directions to insiders, causing all martial arts geniuses endless agony.

It's like a client boss.

One moment saying this color scheme isn't good enough, the next saying he has better ideas, constantly making them research.

Most of those divine skills were fantastical, wildly imaginative, and utterly impossible to realize.

The workers found it very challenging!

"Simply an eccentric." Li Qing couldn't help but shake his head; he was essentially a madman with a collector's mania, just loved to collect various Martial Arts Secret Manuals.

Furthermore, he crazily cultivated all kinds of martial arts in massive quantities, attempting to assimilate them all, yet somehow hadn't trained himself to death!

But just barely to the brink of death from training.

This person was clearly a recluse, passionate about researching martial arts. Give him a few hundred more years, and he still wouldn't want to go out and research the Crystal Wall World.

Belonging to the quiet faction Li Qing envisioned, quite satisfactory.

On the throne.

The Emperor still sat on the throne, his face pale, body emaciated, hungrily flipping through the Martial Arts Secret Manuals.

This world was dull; watching the secret manuals opened for him by others was a form of entertainment.

In the martial arts world of the Huashan Sect, there was a conflict between the Qi Sect and the Sword Sect.

The Qi Sect believed profound cultivation techniques and raising one's realm was the righteous path, represented by Yue Buqun's Purple Mist Divine Skill.

The Sword Sect believed in superb techniques, represented by Feng Qingyang's Nine Swords of Dugu.

According to this division, this world was clearly a Sword Sect world, with high-level techniques, not focusing on realm elevation...

Suddenly, a cold voice came into the Emperor's ear:

"Do you want more Martial Arts Secret Manuals, more incredible techniques, various geniuses to develop kung fu for you?"

Listening to the voice in his mind, the Emperor felt no fear but rather joy, clearly a strange person, "Who are you? Is what you say true?"

"Of course."

"Hurry and give it to me," the Emperor said.

"Then I'll send you over."

Li Qing smiled slightly, as the three rooms and a hall had all been shaken by that bubble, the space was unstable, the same here, instantly opening a portal and tossing him into a subspace.

"Ah!"

The Martial Path Emperor shouted.

Looking at himself in a small space, less than the size of a room, filled with tiny people, he was immediately bewildered.

"What kind of hellish place is this, so pathetically small, are you messing with me!"

He scared the ant-sized tribe at his feet, causing them to tremble in fear.

"Ah!"

The Martial Arts Emperor called out.

Finding himself in a small space, not much bigger than a room, he was utterly baffled.

"What is this godforsaken place, so pitifully small, are you messing with me!"

The Martial Arts World's emperor disappeared.

"Sire?"

"My Emperor?"

The martial arts world's prince, trembling.

The Emperor commanded all the geniuses in the world to create Martial Arts Secret Manuals using the 'Twelve Merit Steles'.

And his thoughts are truly boundless.

One moment, ordering the research of a martial art that can absorb others' power.

Another moment, instructing to research a divine skill that can free one's soul, to detach one's will.

One person even created the Blade Sect's Nine Swords of Dugu.

In these few years, the Emperor became obsessed with studying the Martial Arts Secret Manuals, not even leading the entire civilization in researching new realms, which is why it remains the low martial era.

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