My Bottle Cosmos

"Neither dead nor alive, that's a fact, but death is still a long way off."

Li Qing shook his head.

However, what intrigued Li Qing was that the current martial arts civilization truly encompasses everything and is a grand framework.

Any bloodlines or species can be transformed into a martial arts secret manual.

The potential within is enough to surprise Li Qing.

He had a premonition that this species would endure forever, never be phased out by evolving versions, and would always accompany him on his journey to eternity.

"It seems, embracing everything is also a trend in the development of civilization."

Li Qing mused internally.

"When a super potential powerful species, with enormous potential, can encompass a vast system, it will radiate to surrounding worlds, absorbing and assimilating all races!"

The Creation Gods create various species, but essentially, it's still a matter of big tribes swallowing small tribes.

You're so useless, that for the sake of the future, you might even actively seek to be assimilated.

Even the neighboring apocalypse world has started to actively pursue the martial path, which is not unexpected.

That was originally a temporary sand table without its true foundation.

Using Ning Guochang's memories to exploit, forcibly nurturing, everything possessed being mere castles in the air, and choosing this path now is the right decision.

As for the wizard world, it hasn't committed to the world of martial arts.

It seems they still wish to pave their own future path.

However, the wizard system is an early primitive version of civilization, and it's not going to be quick to improve now.

"The demigod era, such development is just right."

"Subspace, a day equals a hundred years, according to this rate, it's not too slow, of course, I must ensure it doesn't collapse, big directional decisions are necessary."

"Ideally, to still create some crises."

"Without crises, without all sorts of BOSS enemies, ultimately it's not enough; the pressure from external maps must exist."

Li Qing silently pondered, carefully contemplating his strategy.

All along the way, he expanded the map.

Showing them a "vast" world, giving them hope, and also a certain degree of despair.

He is a sand table architect, continuously opening higher maps, larger crises.

He suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.

How shocking will it be when this martial arts civilization reaches its true peak, when martial gods stride across the lands, shattering the void?

"As for the wizard world, hopefully, you won't be eliminated, eventually lagging behind, and disappearing into the river of history, that would be for the best." Li Qing murmured softly.

In civilization, there is life and extinction.

On the chessboard, once in the multi-dimensional world, rules must be followed.

Even the wizard world, which has accompanied him all along, if it truly doesn't make efforts, he won't lend too much help.

Because they've already been given considerable dividends now.

Laboriously creating the apocalypse world, wasn't that just for exploiting resources, finding the next step forward for you?

"Ah, I lost again!"

At this moment, Sylvie suddenly shouted, this girl has become increasingly loud and dramatic in chess, startling everyone.

"Your foundation is thin, losing is normal." Li Qing regained his composure.

On the goban-like chess board, each transparent square is a small subspace, flowing at a rate of a hundred years, each with mountains, rivers, and environments.

The two sides start off, respectively evolving life forms, moving one square, and staying on that land, evolving for a year.

There are multiple ways to play.

Frequently you chase, I escape.

A person moves one square, and the moved square will leave their own species, occupying the square, the chessboard gradually forms a siege pattern.

For beings of their level, even the most varied Go already isn't much, instead, the Beast Fighting Chess is never tiresome.

The journey of creation and evolution, endless and infinite, no one can fully comprehend it.

And Sylvie, appearing to play chess, is also cultivating the art of creating species, after all, she is pursuing the path of the Dream Garment, which is inevitably tied to creating life forms.

What is dreaming?

If you don't mold people, how can you dream?

Sylvie has been silently practicing her cultivation technique lately, diligently indeed.

"Next, play chess with Aurora!" Li Qing stood up.

Sylvie shouted, "Aurora, come play chess now!"

"Oh oh." A voice came from the room.

Actually, Aurora has been thinking about moving house recently.

Leaving that initial Ning Guochang's heritage dwelling, a three-bedroom, one living room, abandoning the body, soul traversing to this world, wanting to accompany Sylvie.

But still hesitating.

...

Martial arts grand world.

Martial God Calendar, year seven hundred and three,

An additional hundred years have passed.

The Emperor has barely appeared, only every fifty years sending messages outside, letting the world study new martial arts.

People all say the Emperor is going mad and will die.

Some even say the Emperor has long been dead.

The Giant Divine General covered up his demise, gobbling up the Emperor's treasures, the ultimate secret manual of techniques: Celestial Heart Technique.

This is a book encompassing all the martial arts in the world.

Every sect's cultivation techniques are recorded here.

Even if one doesn't learn them all like the Emperor, researching some martial arts chapters would definitely reach the pinnacle.

"Perhaps he is falsely transmitting the Emperor's decree, we must stop him from stealing the treasures!"

Although they say so, no one dares to make a move.

Still, no one dares to show their edge, just quietly waiting for the other's passing, starting the undercurrents of unrest.

Everyone knows once this person falls, an unprecedented era of slaughter will unfold, martial arts demigods will begin plundering each other's martial arts life map fragments.

Among them, the North Holy Sect is a prominent contender.

The North Holy Sect has extensive connections in this land, with a family of tens of thousands, talent and bloodline divided by class, very strict, and top ultimate techniques can only be learned by the direct lineage.

The North Holy Sect Leader secretly deduced, saying:

"The Emperor may already be dead, why could he live for seven hundred years? Because he cultivated various longevity martial arts, buffer various cultivation techniques in his body, but now completely can't withstand it."

"Let's send a demigod with a clean background, unrelated to us, to probe."

This person is indeed a formidable figure, even sacrificing a trusted demigod, must explore the scene of the Divine Mountain.

Soon, this demigod ascended the mountain, discovering only a pool of thick blood on the ground, gushing throughout the Martial God Mountain, staining it blood red.

A crimson handkerchief with an unbelievable oppressive feeling quietly sat on the chair.

At this moment, people finally confirmed:

The Emperor is dead!

"Holy Heaven must be established!"

"The North Holy Sect should take control of the entire era!"

Shouts echoed across the whole land.

The entire Martial Path continent descended into complete chaos.

It was now confirmed by almost everyone that the Emperor had died, having cultivated thousands upon thousands of martial arts, becoming inhuman, no one believed he could survive.

Various Holy Sects began to wage war.

However, people couldn't find the existence of the "Celestial Heart Technique," and they all believed it had been stolen by a Giant Divine General named Angelle, who was being hunted by everyone.

"Get the Celestial Heart Technique, and you will have the world!"

A message came through.

It recorded the martial arts secret manuals of everyone. Whoever possessed it would know the details of other powerful figures.

...

"Is he really dead?"

In the Wizard World, Minis watched secretly but shook his head.

If the Emperor was dead, he would take action.

Some mediocrity takes time to blossom, and his era had come.

However, he believed it might not be dead.

"Wait a little longer..."

Minis sighed softly, "However, with the chaos on the ground, even if the Emperor were still alive, he shouldn't have such a large intelligence network to perceive things. I can take the opportunity to enter and push forward the development of my Wizard Civilization."

Currently, the Martial Path land was divided into eight provinces.

And further away in the endless void, space fragments were hardly visible, as they had all been collected.

But it's not that there isn't a farther place.

Further away is just very, very far away.

"It's just right, let's go on a journey to see if there is a civilization over there, using these fragment worlds to enhance the potential of the Wizard World and search for some possibilities."

His Divine Country was too small, as it was his fate, and naturally wouldn't be used for such things.

...

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed.

The entire land experienced many changes.

Some sects were directly obliterated in the midst of regime changes, becoming history.

And the surviving Demigods mostly hunted two or three other Demigods, their foundations terrifying, and their escape abilities strong, making it hard to completely kill them.

The era was left with eight Martial Gods, each occupying one province.

They began to gather.

"Our disputes will not yield results in the short term, why not develop individually?"

"We should erase history, cut off the past! Letting people not know the perilous path of becoming a Demigod, deceiving them into cultivating as Demigods, to be absorbed by us."

"Splendid."

"The Celestial Demon Illusion Dance Profound Skill can achieve this."

Previously in cultivation, those talented individuals they raised did not want to cultivate, no one wanted to be grown like pigs, only to be eaten when they became Demigods, and turned into the nourishment of others.

And to motivate them to cultivate actively, they had to create a deception.

Conceal the cultivation path of becoming a Demigod.

Thus, in this piece of land, a turbulent era began, similar to the alternative book-burning and Confucian burying.

"Damn, the Emperor is dead, yet you monopolize the era like this?"

"You vile people, the Emperor spread Martial Path, not for you to be so selfish!"

Countless people shouted, but their memories were cleansed.

"Victory is the king, defeat is the bandit. If you won, you'd be just like us."

Their gazes were cold, with the eternal indifference hanging high.

Soon, eight First-Grade Top Sects began to widely recruit disciples, establishing Scripture Pavilions to let all people learn martial arts, striving to break through to becoming a Demigod.

Historically recorded,

In the Martial God Calendar year eight hundred and thirteen, the Emperor died, the Eight Emperors governed, and the Eight Desolates Martial Arts Era began.

At the same time, it was also a dark era, eight black hands monopolized the era, grazing all lives, harvesting all beings.

And for this, a grand ceremony was held.

"This was for a martyr, who was thought to be able to govern for ten thousand years, achieving Longevity and immortality."

"I still remember that day when a sickly man came over, enlightening our tribe, marking the beginning of a great era. We were born because of him, the era dazzling, flourishing, and at its peak. Unexpectedly, he suddenly passed away!"

"This giant of the era will surely be recorded forever in the annals of history."

"He didn't seem to die gloriously, dying suddenly, but his life was legendary."

These eight Demigods saw him off, and continued to reform, deepening their control, persuading them to use the Emperor as a model:

Hearing the Dao, dying in the evening is acceptable.

Spreading the spirit of sacrifice.

To see the High-tier Dao, one must break through to Demigod, giving themselves nutrition, believing they were destined to excel over this era for tens of thousands of years.

In the Martial God Calendar year eight hundred and fifty.

Martial God Mountain, the figure of the Emperor reappeared again, once more issuing the Emperor's Decree.

"He's actually still alive?"

"Wh-what?"

"Impossible!"

Seeing the sickly Emperor reappearing, these eight Martial Path Demigods, whose presence shook the land, already ruling the whole era, reveling in their power, were stunned.

"Why are there so few people today."

The sickly Emperor still coughed twice, his handkerchief covered in blood, staggering his way to the seat,

"My health is really getting worse... New Emperor's Decree, study according to this, what was the effect of the last fifty years of the Emperor's Decree, bring it for me to see."

The expressions of the eight Demigods stiffened, kneeling on the ground, drenched in sweat!

Waves surged in their hearts.

Your health is only worsening, why aren't you dead?

We went up the mountain to see, finding you had sprayed blood everywhere on Martial God Mountain, even if a healthy Demigod sprayed so much, they would have died long ago.

Moreover, of course, people are fewer, don't you know that the world is in chaos??

All officials, only these eight treacherous ministers and heroes were left!

What frightened them most was, we all believed you were dead, who would still help this foolish Emperor continue researching those messy, heavenly horse-soaring martial arts ultimate techniques.