My Bottle Cosmos

Wizard World.

At the foot of a high mountain, amidst lush greenery.

The surroundings were utterly silent.

In front of Li Qing was a unique chessboard.

"Beast Fighting Chess," with single-cell evolution, two species on the board fighting, evolving against each other, adapting to the environment.

Opposite the chess table sat Sylvie.

Behind her, Aurora was advising Sylvie on her moves, "Place it here, go to the river, in the next move, definitely light up the fish evolution tree, or you'll be at a disadvantage."

"Stop advising me, I keep losing to His Majesty because of you, you're always teaching me bad moves, don't you know it's rude to speak during a chess game?" Sylvie rolled her eyes.

While playing chess, Li Qing was also observing the martial arts civilization on the other side, suddenly bursting into laughter.

That Emperor fit perfectly into his plan.

The various small secret realm civilizations of that subspace fragment were uneven in quality, with too little foundation; even if I gave them methods for seven realm breakthroughs, it would result in vicious competition.

All a bunch of empty shell realms of worthless races.

However, by throwing in a Martial Arts Emperor, the racial foundation was completed.

It formed a mature, large-scale martial arts civilization.

As expected, the previous accumulation of martial arts civilization was put to right use, receiving its reward.

However, it seems they are quite grateful to the other, thinking he's a wise ruler, yet they do not realize this is the second time he's done such a thing.

The last time was also during the Twilight of the Gods.

He wiped out the Creation Gods, using their brains to create a Holy Stele, inventing various talent and life secret manuals for them.

Although they're happy now, they will cry soon enough.

Is there ever a free lunch in this world?

Soon they will face the exploitation of a demanding master.

That Emperor, gathering talents from the world, has them use the Gods' brains to create and research some bizarre martial arts, whimsically written secret manuals.

"Your Majesty, what are you smiling at?" Sylvie asked at that moment.

"Just laughing at something interesting." Nokron reined in his smile.

"Surely you're up to something secretly amusing again."

Sylvie's eyes rolled, and she immediately thought of another martial arts civilization recently born in the subspace.

She heard that guy was quite fierce.

Recently, the wizard civilization had been scared to hide, preparing to study strategies in secret, to sneak an attack..... after all, wizards have always hidden their identities, and the other side hadn't discovered the existence of the Wizard World, with overt versus covert tactics.

Could it be that the martial arts civilization is connected to His Majesty?

One must know His Majesty's experience.

The Middle Thousand World he ascended to back then isn't here; it's over on the other side, and when he left, he also left a Martial Arts Holy Stele in that Middle Thousand World.

Could this Martial Arts Emperor before us actually come from that martial arts civilization with the monument left behind?

The more she thought, the more it seemed likely.

That Martial Arts Emperor also has a habit of erecting monuments, and now there are reportedly twelve Martial Arts Holy Steles, definitely similar.

And it's said that he's a formidable fighter.

Few in the wizard world could match those powerful individuals, feeling they couldn't defeat him.

Reportedly, his combat talent matched Herodotus, the Imperial General of the Empire back then, just without the corresponding research talent, merely half of it.

"Still, those formidable fighters, he can't research, where did all his cultivation techniques come from?" Sylvie burst out with a question.

...

A few days later.

Sylvie went to visit the World Tree of the Elves.

There, Minis discreetly inquired about the martial arts civilization.

Sylvie simply ignored it, saying she didn't know, secretly thinking:

"How would I know about His Majesty? His Majesty acts as he pleases, and any random action brings tremendous influence over a civilization. We are merely passing guests, not your family nanny."

Without a clear answer, the three leaders of the wizard world chose to remain silent.

"We didn't foresee this, but we did leave a backup plan."

Minis said to the other two, "Over the years, we took away all the slow spatial fragments nearby, which contain secret realms at extremely fast speeds, essentially a hundred years in one day!"

"We just need to retreat entirely, not revealing our existence, waiting for this era to pass."

Minis' words gave Sylph a shock deep in the heart.

This person had long laid plans, previously extracting all the slow fragments, precisely for this scenario.

Playing it safe, the wizard world doesn't even need to lift a hand, why fight?? One day equal to a hundred years, let that Emperor live and die out of age!!

Back then, did you do the same to Herodotus and Atabia?

Terrifying!

A sense of caution arose in Sylph's heart.

He felt greatly enriched, learning a thing or two from this existence.

The deadliest weapon to kill the enemy is time!

Look at that Fat Dragon that loves sleeping, and you realize the two ancient existences have a shared lineage—drawing out people's lifespan is victory.

"I see, we will fully retreat, observe, and not take the initiative to attack."

Tukashi pondered for a few seconds and said, "We might even intrude secretly to learn their civilization and heritage."

"The space fragments we collected over the years are sufficient for our use."

Soon, the wizard world set a strategy, a full-scale defensive retreat.

After discussions, Minis returned to the Elf Divine Tree and entered the Divine Country.

"Why are you here?" The Holy Dragon suddenly opened its eyes from sleep.

"Preparing to hibernate through an era." Minis said, "New powerful beings have emerged, and my era hasn't come yet."

The Holy Dragon glanced at him and couldn't help but shake its head.

When will your era finally arrive?

The Holy Dragon sighed and couldn't be bothered with him.

Clearly knowing that Minis is no match for the other?

Not necessarily.

How could someone under Herodotus, who competed for the throne with Herodotus back then, be weak? The third person of the era is still very strong, though far inferior to those two non-humans, he is the pinnacle of mortal life.

It's just that his temperament now is very "calm", having long developed the habit of realizing that the path of cultivation is not about fighting and killing but about human affairs.

He is skilled in moderation and compromise.

The theory Sylph once spoke of has always been regarded by him as a fundamental truth.

The highest goodness is like water, benefiting all things without competing.

Because it does not compete, nothing under heaven can contend with it.

"Old sly fox!" the Holy Dragon cursed, having a premonition in the depths of his mind, "But all of this, you can't avoid just because you want to."

...

Time passes, and generations of mortals come and go.

The era of Demigods changes swiftly; in the blink of an eye, several decades have passed.

Year 180 of the Martial God Calendar.

The Martial Celestial Emperor called upon the world's talents to forge "Musashi," amassing and developing various genius martial arts divine techniques and all kinds of secret manuals.

Initially, people thought it was fine.

But soon enough, within just a few years, this Martial Celestial Emperor's thinking often soared like a heavenly horse, illogical.

Space Shrinking Technique, bridging vast distances with a step.

Flame Palm, Pupil Technique shooting flame lasers, Demon Sound Martial Arts lulling the world to slumber, Supreme Martial Arts that twists time...

He formed teams to study every chaotic idea he could think of.

If they couldn't produce results, he would imprison them, calling it a need for secluded cultivation due to insufficient cultivation.

Thus, everyone fully understood where his chaotic martial arts came from.

Countless martial arts geniuses suffered oppression!

He is likely gripping us as the Martial Path Race, oppressing us.

But gradually, everyone grew accustomed to it.

Because some of these ideas did materialize, breaking people's imaginations and advancing martial arts civilization.

And across the land, various secret manuals emerged.

Ultimate Techniques began circulating widely, forming a Jianghu, a world of high-martial mystical fantasy.

Exploring some small spatial secret realms, various heavenly materials and miraculous medicines, even Martial Arts sects had a ranking for young geniuses.

Like, "Tao Heart Demon Heart Scripture," "Ten-Perfection Celestial Sword," "Dragon Elephant Heaven-Suppressing Technique," "Seven Kills Treasure Tower," "Wave Blood Grinding Blade," "Eight Phases Undying Golden Body," began to become Ultimate Techniques.

Cultivating these martial arts mostly changed one's race, and some were extremely profound and risky.

But even so, many pursued more advanced powerful martial arts, wiping out entire families, causing various tragic events.

Especially, this Martial Path Race is quite peculiar.

By killing enemies using a special extraction method, one can drop martial arts secret manuals from the opponent's body.

Year 321 of the Martial God Calendar.

Slaughter began to flourish.

The Demon Sect, which kills for treasures, began to grow.

These martial arts were continually evolving, with each era refining them.

However, there were also rumors that the Martial Celestial Emperor was coughing blood more frequently, his figure becoming increasingly emaciated; some said he didn't have much time left.

This stirred countless with restless ambitions.

The Martial Arts Emperor, the ultimate existence who opened up this flourishing era of martial arts!

He was not even four hundred years old, his lifespan far from even a distant legend?

This formidable existence possessed the strongest martial art in the world, the "Celestial Heart Technique," a vast ocean encompassing all. People knew it was the side effects of this martial art that made him the way he was.

Yet they still coveted its power!

It was at this moment that King Angele from the Apocalypse world also began to act.

In both the Wizard world and the Apocalypse world, neither was aware of the other's existence; both acted cautiously, harvesting secret realms and concealing their identities.

Angele walked the Jianghu, already gaining immense fame.

Everyone said a foreign martial artist on the earth challenged various masters, defeating many well-known Martial Arts Sect Leaders.

"Martial arts civilization is earth-shatteringly astounding, with infinite potential."

"If I can conquer this era, then I will completely carve out a territory and stand atop this Martial Arts Era, for ten thousand years!"

Even if he lost, he believed he wouldn't die.

At most, he would be severed from his Demigod Realm, reduced to a legend, with his Giant bloodline extracted to become a martial arts secret manual.

That might not be so bad.

Being transformed into the Martial Path Race doesn't mean he can't cultivate his Giant Secret Manual Ultimate Techniques.

Not only could he revert, but also cultivate other Ultimate Techniques, with even greater potential.

In fact, he was long tired of the gaze of the world.

"Pregnant just by looking," "Run quickly," "This is not our Guardian God," such words increased with the era of peace.

He began gradually leaving his homeland, the Apocalypse world, taking residence in this secret realm.

Loss did not frighten him; if victorious, he would defeat this high and mighty Martial Path Emperor and become the true master of this land.

"I challenge you!"

Angele issued the battle invitation.

"What?"

"Hahaha, I already noticed that golden-haired blue-eyed foreign martial artist is fierce, who knew he'd be so bold!"

"Hurry, hurry, go watch!"

All at once, great martial talents worldwide were shocked, starting to focus on this new martial battle.