My Bottle Cosmos

The Emperor was surprised for a few seconds, "Why didn't you complete it this time? You should know what to do, right?"

"Imprisonment, accept punishment."

A Demigod Sect Leader couldn't help but speak up.

"Then, take yourself there." He gently pressed his hand down, and the cultivation of the eight Demigods was instantly sealed and they were thrown into the dungeon, then disappeared.

These eight Demigods, fear grew in their hearts.

The Emperor was obviously still alive, just traveling down the mountain, resulting in this blunder, even causing chaos across the world, yet this foolish monarch didn't care.

After all, he hadn't cared for a long time, allowing them to wreak havoc in the court, expanding their powers.

His bottom line was only those whimsical ideas of his, whether or not his Emperor's Decree every fifty years was completed.

Everyone thought of this and were left completely speechless.

This Emperor...

Is truly a remarkable person.

He won't even kill us for this?

They couldn't even put it into words.

Amidst such chaos, he just ignores it, even when we declared him dead, he couldn't be bothered? Is he only concerned with those bizarre ideas?

No, he doesn't even know about the outside world.

Who knows where he went, hearing rumors of an Emperor of the Mortal Dynasty in the North and South States, addicted to carpentry, fascinated with odd and tricky inventions, ignoring government affairs, tinkering all day with new inventions, this one is probably similar.

At this moment, a trusted confidant from the Legend came forward, standing outside the dungeon, "Sect Leader, should we release you?"

"No."

The North Holy Sect Leader immediately responded.

This is meant for us to die.

"We'll just stay here, handling the matters of the sect from here."

Several of the Legend had their memories wiped, not knowing what happened, just feeling inexplicably confused.

These are the world's eight most powerful beings, eternal and undying, yet why do they look so timid?

And these dignified eight Demigods, ended up working in a dungeon, it would be utterly shameful if word got out.

They finally understood.

Since the Emperor doesn't care, they might as well go along with it.

"Whether he survives fifty years or not, this time, the Emperor's Decree must be studied to start organizing martial arts talents." they said.

Soon, one Sect Leader said, "He seems to not have much time left, he should be about to start failing..."

"He's coughing blood severely."

Another powerful Demigod spoke, "As long as we delay a bit longer."

In their view, the Emperor's leniency this time also implied, perhaps, that he didn't have much time left?

Perhaps he no longer had the heart power to care about them, only wanting to search for other cultivation techniques to extend his lifespan?

Was he making a final struggle?

Or did he simply not care about his lifespan at all, just wanting to live brilliantly, still enjoying researching cultivation techniques before his end life, was this his lifelong passion?

They were immediately alarmed in their hearts.

It seemed they still had to conform to this Emperor.

Lest in his final days, his remaining might could still wipe them all out with a flick of his wrist, leaving them nowhere to cry.

They even didn't dare to think about rebelling.

The opponent was too terrifying.

One person suppressing an entire age.

Developing the Martial Path, overlooking the earth, subduing all gods.

His grandeur, prestige, martial arts, reached realms beyond human imagination, unprecedented in ancient times!

Even in the future, it would be extremely unlikely for another such unparalleled figure to emerge.

Who dares to be like him, risking life, courting madness, just to explore the pinnacle of skills?

Just a few seconds ago, they were suppressed, not even knowing the reason.

In the Martial God Calendar year 900.

The Emperor returned again, with the Giant Divine General following him.

"This time, let's conduct research every hundred years, don't slack off."

They were still studying the contents of the Emperor's Decree and submitting regularly.

Those whimsical, chaotic and weird whims were simply unbearable!

Countless national resources were spent, with unknown amounts of genius efforts and time.

After the Emperor left this time, the eight Demigods' hearts turned cold.

"Why isn't he dead yet? Why isn't he dead! Looking at the Emperor's appearance, staggering, pale, a visage of extreme illness, emaciated to a frightening degree."

"Fifty years ago, he already looked weak and beyond medicine, even the slight vital essence was just a thin thread, several tens of thousands of forces within him seemed to rampage, ready to explode any moment, blasting him to oblivion, and yet it's still like this."

"If he's still around, we'll always live in fear, and we can only submit, trembling!"

If it went on like this, living another hundred years, he would have existed for a thousand years.

Each time they thought he would die suddenly, he still managed to walk out, coughing two mouthfuls of blood, who could endure this?

"Everyone, no need to worry."

At this moment, a Demigod Sect Leader said:

"I actually found a low-speed small space, only a quarter the speed of normal, our lifespan extends fourfold, as Demigods, we directly enter a slumber, handing the era to confidants, naturally, we can wait for him to die."

Everyone thought it over, and indeed it was so.

He didn't have much time to start with, how could he possibly have a longer lifespan than normal Demigods?

They will use the greatest weapon to kill the Emperor: time.

"Let's go, to the future!"

They said deeply.

"To the era where he's already dead."

...

In the Martial God Calendar year 2000.

The eight ancient beings slumbered, only periodically continuing the research on the Emperor's Decree.

After all, they had formed a psychological shadow, leaving the subordinates to handle it, as that martial fanatic didn't care about such etiquettes anyway.

They absolutely didn't want to see that sickly Emperor anymore, just seeing him cough blood was frightening!

And the entire land, in one breath spanning a thousand years, ushered in a long-awaited peaceful development.

More and more Demigods began to appear.

But for unknown reasons, all these Demigods were taken away, said to have ascended into a world, breaking the void in their departure.

Initially, people were not surprised.

But over the centuries, legendary martial artists gradually grew curious.

Does ascension really exist??

And in the year 1800, they finally awaited the Emperor's last return: "I will undergo seclusion, the Emperor's Decree will change to once every thousand years."

After the other party left, these eight Demigods were overjoyed, all believing that everything had ended.

"Hahaha!"

"He finally left, finally left! With a thousand years being so long, he surely died long ago!"

On this day, the eight martial arts Demigods drank heartily, the legendary Emperor would finally be far removed from the world.

They finally could thoroughly inscribe that great being of eternal fame into history.

They were filled with emotion, finally bidding farewell to him once more, wearing mourning clothes!

The great Emperor of the era, future generations will remember you forever.

And the Emperor, had once more tread upon this land.

Feeling he had entered a mystic and profound realm, even the spurted blood transformed into a river.

"Hahaha!"

But in the shocked eyes of the eight, accompanied by great laughter echoing through the heavens, winds and clouds gathered, the space suddenly torn open.

The Emperor took a step into it.

Through the broken void, ascended to the Upper Realm in broad daylight.

The eight martial arts Demigods rushed to the scene, looking at the empty spot, feeling a violent tremor in their hearts: "In this world, does ascension to the Upper Realm truly exist? Was it not fabricated?"

"As it turns out, he had already seen a higher world." Everyone felt bitter, believing they were not on the same level.

The Emperor took a step inside, coughing, and spoke of a legend:

"I once went by the name of Ye Fan, entering a small world, claiming that this world was fake, and that our Qingqiu Country was like a pasture, no one being high above... Now thinking about it, we are still in a bigger cage."

He coughed up blood, reaching out to tear through the space.

"Why hide? I saw you, you're there, constantly overlooking our world, no one can be high above."