My Bottle Cosmos

"The world outside is truly magnificent."

The Emperor was emotionally stirred, his vital energy surging, "Leaving behind the epitaphs of our Martial Arts World, that being known as Fist returned to the world of Apocalypse just a few days ago."

Pffft.

Suddenly, he spewed blood profusely, soaking through the handkerchief; the blood dripped onto the floor, dyeing it red.

"Who are you?"

A few people rushed in from the rooftop door, likely the armed security of this building.

These mortals looked at the sickly young man in ancient-style white garments and then cast a glance at the blood on the ground, feeling as if a thousand great Daos were contained within, causing them dizziness and vertigo.

The blood seemed to hold countless starry skies, their brains exploding in a roar.

Poof.

In an instant, they collapsed unconscious on the ground.

"Mortals cannot behold this." The Emperor shook his head and twisted the handkerchief.

The top powerhouses stared only to feel a terrifying power contained within, their minds frenzied and confused, the poison blood untouchable.

Mortals would be struck down just by a glance.

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from the place.

Soon the alarms sounded, and a piece of news quickly played:

"A human from the Martial Arts Secret Realm is suspected to have come to the present world."

"Warning! Warning! Crisis level S-Class or above, all nearby Martial Arts Academy instructors, please assist immediately, students begin patrols."

"The local S-Class super martial artist, Wind Blade Master, has already gone to Michelle City to provide support!"

In this modern era, martial arts have captured the hearts of the people, and they have learned their martial civilization, shining brightly.

The modern martial society has various academies, secret realm dungeons, divided into martial artists from first to seventh grade.

There are many secret realms, going into the dungeons to kill enemies, training within, a day like a hundred years, and even in terms of prosperity, it is not inferior to their grand Martial Arts World.

It is evident that at the initial moment of Hongmeng Chaos, before the Gods had developed, they had once publicly stolen numerous small fragments of space, constructing many small secret realms and continuously stealing their civilization's achievements!

At present, they treated him as an ordinary being emerging from a small secret realm dungeon, subject to a manhunt.

As for the actual grand Martial Arts World?

They felt it had become very powerful and had sealed the world passage years ago, termed an SSS-class dangerous secret realm.

Afraid of being discovered by the Martial Arts World about this outside civilization.

Unfortunately, they encountered him, the Emperor.

"This world, the Demigods are not weak."

He walked through the street, and the people seemed unable to see him as if he was invisible.

"This place matches the power level of the Martial Arts World, on par... but that's all there is to it, herding us, learning our system, not the true core of the black hand."

"Learning from us signifies weakness."

"Some civilization system is the one truly herding."

Suddenly he had the notion to leave this world.

Not just because this isn't the true main black hand, only a small fish civilization muddling the waters, but also because he was being hunted.

He forcibly broke through the space, his already demonized body once again nearing collapse, his strength plummeting, possibly not even an opponent for the local martial Demigods.

"About to die once more."

He whispered lightly, opened up the space, and returned to the grand Martial Arts World.

Crack.

Suddenly he shed his entire shell, fresh blood spurting massively, falling to the earth, "This life ends here."

Outside in the real world, half a day passed, while inside the Martial Arts Great Secret Realm, thirty years had gone by.

"What's that?"

"Impossible!"

"That's the mysterious being from thirty years ago who shattered the void!"

People looked up.

Gazing at a mangled, blood-oozing corpse suddenly falling from the void; countless auras exploded suddenly, bursting with a bang into a blood fireworks display.

The eight Demigods arrived, hearts filled with terror.

"Such bleeding, it's the Emperor, just like back on Martial God Mountain, staining half the mountain!"

They felt an inexplicable fear.

How could he be dead?

That invincible being, the Emperor reigning over an era, actually dead?

The Emperor shattered the void, clearly challenging some entity beyond, falling back onto this land thirty years later; it's hard to imagine what kind of fierce battle such a powerful Martial Path Emperor, such gushing blood, had experienced.

"His blood is gushing profusely, body exploding, we can't see the injuries."

"But assuredly, it was a brutal battle."

"He's always been carrying the burden for us on this path."

"Out there, someone is watching us!"

They whispered, looking at the sky.

At the same time, they also felt that the Emperor's death was a pit for them.

Taking advantage of that Ascension, they outright explained the existence of the Ascension World, successfully deluded the strong ones on this land, treating them as shepherded, breaking through Demigod and then killing them.

Now, this one, the Ascension and then death, wasn't it telling the world there's an issue with the Ascension World?

"We're in trouble!"

...

...

The Emperor didn't think too much about these machinations.

"The body I discarded, when exactly did they get the wrong idea that I'm about to die?"

In Phoenix Lake City, a scholar carrying a case walked down the street, lips red, teeth white, skin full, clearly his body was very healthy.

Around him were various martial artists, setting up stalls to sell pills and secret manuals.

"The Celestial Heart Technique is not a suicidal martial art."

How laughable those people are, always misunderstanding certain things.

[Bloodletting Therapy] is merely a temporary fix.

But he has a fundamental treatment.

[Releasing Forbidden Techniques Therapy].

Since the cultivation technique is violently conflicting within, then release all the secret skill manuals, heal the wounds, and pass through a period of recuperation.

Once the hidden injuries are healed, put them back, and continue coughing up blood.

"Secret manuals can be extracted, such a simple process, and everyone thinks I'm on the brink of death."

This scholar's book case was very heavy.

Among them were numerous martial arts books, housing the Celestial Heart Technique, recording the world's ultimate martial arts secret manuals.

It was the world's coveted treasure.

And yet he carried the world's treasure, ostentatiously walking down the street, with everyone thinking he was just a poor scholar.

And indeed, this was the Emperor's period of weakness.

All the ultimate techniques had been released, akin to a phoenix undergoing Nirvana, the combat power dropped to an unimaginable degree.

He now needed to heal his injuries.

Thus he'd always had to conceal this vulnerability.

This is the Celestial Heart Technique's Achilles' heel, so unless he's truly near death and cannot hold on, he would cough blood to extend the period.

"Let's recuperate for a while."

The Emperor looked up, casting his gaze towards another part of the sky, "The next target is there, hidden the deepest!"

"Hmph, that puppet master in the shadows, have you sensed my imminent arrival?"

"The passage of time is truly miraculous."

"A day a hundred years, by calculation, I visited that Martial World just in the morning, and by afternoon, I'll be at your world, are you ready?"

...

On the World Tree of the Elves.

"This is trouble." The Elf Divine King Minis sighed.

When the other party broke into that mysterious world, he already sensed it, that the Emperor had discovered them.

Now it's feared they'll be over here in no time.

The herded sheep have already discovered the shepherd.

Suddenly, the Holy Dragon laughed heartily, shouting exuberantly, "Gagaga, it's finally your turn, I've noticed your bones itching!"