My Bottle Cosmos

The era continues to evolve.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed in the Martial Arts Civilization.

Recalling those days, the Wizard World, in its mere Golden Era, had several Fifth Tier Gold Level warriors, who found a mere twenty to thirty years to be very long...

At this moment.

On the largest land, Central State, atop the Martial God Mountain, the Martial Arts Celestial Emperor overlooked the entire martial land, with sects rising and falling.

Since the Martial Arts Calendar reached three hundred years, the Emperor had largely ignored court affairs.

Being a ruler obsessed with martial arts, he paid no mind to the sect leaders, who wielded power and intrigue, forming various martial warlords.

Every five years, he would merely hand over a new research direction, whimsical cultivation technique conjectures, to the people in the dynasty for study.

And gradually, people noticed some changes.

The Emperor's face, demeanor, and spirit were constantly changing personas.

Sometimes a destructive and alluring beauty.

Sometimes a frail youth, and at other times an elderly white-haired person nearing the end.

"A challenge letter?"

"Then I shall go."

Suddenly, he held a handkerchief and coughed up a splash of fresh blood.

Yet, in that blood, sticky cells wriggled, growing into a resolute face, persistently practicing martial arts, striking with fists and kicking.

"It's becoming more troublesome."

...

The Giant King Angelle felt very fortunate.

There was no racial discrimination here.

Because the Martial Race had a higher rank, he couldn't mutate into this race.

Having lost the ability to mutate, no one knew he cultivated a Demon Sect martial art, which could impregnate anyone he laid eyes on, giving him dignity here.

He was very happy here over the years, even deeply moved!

A world without discrimination is truly wonderful...

"Win or lose, I won't return." he whispered to himself, striding upwards.

Martial God Mountain is the central hub of the entire Martial Arts Civilization.

This morning.

Veiled in hazy mist, Angelle would challenge the current Martial Arts Emperor, the Celestial Emperor, here.

The Emperor's name was simple.

Because no one knew his actual name. When he first created the Twilight of the Gods in the third room of the martial arts world, people saw him, and that was his code name.

All the Creator Gods from his era had died, and no one knew his past.

"Emperor!"

With every step, Angelle's fighting spirit burned fiercely.

This was a towering giant, enormous in stature, who looked down at the coughing blood figure with a hint of pity, "You are so ill, do you still have strength?"

"A route breaking force with force?"

The Emperor's eyes revealed a slight surprise, but it was only that degree of astonishment, "Without power, you can't kill? Is martial arts such an inconvenient thing?"

"Your foundation is good, much better than those who have just started cultivating races."

"This giant body must have been pioneered by a peerless genius, it must be a true genius."

Though he lacked the talent to develop peerless martial arts, he was already a scholar in martial arts evaluation, with no one more erudite or understanding than him in the world?

Not a chef, yet a picky gourmet.

"It's a pity..." the Emperor calmly stared at him.

"Pity what?"

"It's a pity that person isn't you; otherwise, I would have really wanted to meet him."

The Emperor gently extended his hand, brushing against the other's body.

Every muscle fiber, every strand of hair, as if seeing the world's most perfect work of art, with a vast and mighty will sweeping forth.

This feeling was mysterious and profound.

An artist's masterpiece, infused with the other's will, spirit, and belief.

He sensed an indomitable spirit upon it.

That was a true powerhouse.

"It's a pity that something probably went wrong, and he didn't complete it... yet it carries a kind of flawed beauty." the Emperor murmured, "Ultimately, it was never completed."

This internal cockpit, exoskeleton controlled giant race, was pioneered in the beginning of the Atabia era.

This [Giant Race Technology], along with the final giant that roared at the gods, represented the essence of all technologies from the Atabia era.

"Boom!"

Before Angelle could speak, he saw the Emperor raise a hand.

His entire giant head was pierced, creating a massive hole.

Seated in the head's cockpit, Angelle was unharmed, like a negative space cut out on window paper, forming a human-shaped void.

This terrifying technique left the geniuses of the entire martial arts era aghast, all staring in disbelief at this scene.

"Have you been subjected to any evil technique?"

The next second, the sickly Emperor eerily and silently appeared beside the opponent like a ghost.

"You!~" Angelle's pupils suddenly contracted, this was not a battle at all, as if they were just chatting.

"The disposition of your soul is in contradiction with the personality, consciousness, and actions you display."

"In your cultivation path, someone deliberately sabotaged your foundation, implanted incongruent memories and thoughts, sowed the seed of demons in your Tao Heart, and led you astray, thus your combat power is not fully exerted."

This kind of temperament is very dissonant.

For instance, this person's soul temperament is lively.

But his memories, actions, and personality are of a deep and steady person, this is the dissonance of contradictory feelings.

"Indeed, it has happened." Angelle shivered all over, not daring to move, listening to the terrifying man speak behind him.

"Just as expected."

The Emperor coughed up a mouthful of blood, saying intermittently, "I suggest you cultivate the 'Vajra Heart Method', and then reform your current 'Giant Martial Body'."

He reached out and grabbed at Angelle's chest.

In Angelle's intense pain, he pulled out a secret manual, which was exactly 'Giant Martial Body'.

Afterward, he instantly degraded Angelle to the Legendary Realm, transforming him into the Martial Path Race.

"After retraining, then train this 'Eight-Faced Dharma Technique'."

The Emperor touched the other's forehead with a finger, consciousness transmission bestowed a deluge of information.

"Cultivate centered around these three, these three ultimate secret manuals, can turn you into a Giant Divine Arhat."

"In the future, you can follow by my side for a while in cultivation."

"After expelling the heart demon, your talent is not bad, among this land you're at the top level, your giant has infinite potential, with the strongest top-notch physical body, countless types of cultivation transformations, do not disappoint that mysterious existence."

"Yes." Angelle took a deep breath and completely submitted.

How many characters are left on the stage?

Sylvie ran away, and he came here himself, just to find the possibility to escape from the influence of that historical stage.

The dream of that world, although it brought them too many benefits, also affected them too deeply!

Blessings and misfortunes are intertwined, it's like being possessed by demons now.

Following this person in cultivation, focus and calm the mind, it seems possible to gradually break free.

"I wish to become the Dharma Guardian Vajra of His Majesty the Emperor." The Giant knelt on one knee, pledging allegiance.

The other's fantastic martial force made him submit, the opportunities gifted by the other, he absolutely could not refuse.

"From now on, your name is Giant Divine General, go, henceforth you are the Guardian God of the mountain."

He coughed, sickly turned and left, bringing a Giant back up the mountain.

This battle situation shocked all Martial Arts Sect Leaders.

Looking longingly at that frail Emperor, everyone only felt a surge of emotion, seeing the terrifying pinnacle of the Martial Path.

The techniques could actually reach such a level!

Everyone sensed that this one was already in terminal condition.

A power of a Demigod, surprisingly less than a third of an ordinary Demigod, yet it gave people an invincible feeling, dominating all under heaven, a sovereign demeanor.

That was spirit.

Everyone had the illusion of witnessing history!!

After this day, the Emperor's mighty name echoed throughout the Eight States Land, the Martial Arts Demigods dared not cross the line, no one dared to provoke anymore.

...

And in the shadows.

Ning Guochang silently watched this scene.

"If he doesn't die, he might become the new Fist!" Ning Guochang's heart surged with great waves, "One person can sweep across other worlds."

In that invincible man, he seemed to see the ancient overlord from that descended into his world, known as Fist, throwing punches into the void.

That sense of oppression, fear, never forgotten for a lifetime.

"So this is the descendant of that Martial Arts Civilization?"

He turned and left, lamenting in his heart:

"Angelle wants to take root here, after all, he doesn't want to return to the discrimination of that world."

Perhaps as they say.

When there are monsters, Giants are heroes.

Without monsters, Giants are monsters.

In a time without disaster, human civilization has already abandoned Giants, abandoned the light that once saved them.

"I should also return, our land should also enter the Martial Arts Civilization."

"My potential is ultimately lacking, not my true self, once I break the heart demon, I will return."

He firmly believed he was not weak, needed to first break his heart demon.

And Martial Arts Civilization can encompass various systems, with a vast future.

Even if he enters Martial Arts Civilization, he can also retrain the Zombie Race, only his bloodline has become a cultivation technique.

"Our world should change."

"Martial Arts is a high-tier Dao! Once produced that ancient existence."

Soon, he secretly returned to the Apocalypse world and brought about a new change.

This world currently has three main races.

Giant Race, Zombie Race, Earth Human Race.

Later, this land began a reform and became three unique in-house martial arts secret manuals, not to be passed externally: 'Giant Martial Body', 'Heaven-Devouring Divine Eye Demon Technique', 'Human Race Spiritual Wisdom Technique'.