My Bottle Cosmos

How many layers does a dream have?

The you before my eyes, are you dreaming, or is this reality?

Who can really tell?

"But, I happened to reveal his next layer of the Witch system plan."

Sylvie's lips curved into a sly smile:

"There's even a third layer, perhaps my Black Magic Masters can explore it someday, propelling the tides of the era."

"It seems his system's future development holds quite promising potential."

"Wizard, pure mental extremity, Witch, pure physical extremity... while Martial Path, pure skill extremity."

Sylvie sighed.

"But this fellow dreamed well, truly believes he's a genius surpassing the Emperor by countless times, brazenly bringing theoretical future results to the present to fight 'me.'"

While she was watching the show, Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, had already swept through the Celestial Dao.

"Just a bunch of trash! My hidden talent exceeds the Emperor by several times, you shall experience fear as you should."

Then, with unabashed mockery, he defeated the Emperor, Minis, and slew the master plotter behind the scenes, Nokron, reaching the pinnacle of life once more.

He married the rich and beautiful Aurora, seized the Celestial Dao's Divine Artifact—Creation Jade Butterfly Sylvie, becoming the unprecedented contemporary Celestial Emperor, founding the Witch Celestial Court, and began driving the era towards All Heavens and Myriads of Realms.

Click click!

Meanwhile, Wadon was snapping shots madly from every angle, "Hahaha! Black history, black history! Another person's black history!"

The other Wadon also chased over, arrived on this stage, and began capturing stage characters above, "I'm here too!"

Sylvie just shook her head.

Not only did her body steal the Witch Tribe's manic nesting doll technique.

This layer upon layer of dreams is also countless nesting dolls, not something they can easily break through quickly.

At that moment.

Sylvie, sitting in the audience, suddenly heard an odd coughing sound.

Cough!

Cough cough!

It was the Emperor's familiar cough, the sound reverberating, growing increasingly clear, yet delivering a strange and sinister whimsy.

For seemingly no reason, Sylvie felt a chill run down her spine.

This cough sounded like a herald for some creature's entrance from a horror film, heard repeatedly, gradually tinged with inexplicable dread.

"Emperor, I know you are before me."

Sylvie directly stood up, her gaze fell again upon the Witch Emperor.

The battle of the strong, involving state of mind, force, cards, system restraint… are impacted by various factors, true strong ones will wisely utilize everything.

She, as the Celestial Dao, reached this step by defeating the strong as the weak.

Relying solely on passive defense, virtually lacking offense, she fought alone to this extent.

And she was aware, the true expert in defeating the strong as the weak, the genius in skill, is the Martial Arts Emperor, the Emperor.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, Sylvie controlled the stage spotlight, rapidly enveloping Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, with one chip after another, crazily intensifying the dream realm's power output.

Light enveloped.

She would use this method, concentrating her strength to identify the opponent.

Rumble!

Each layer of nesting dolls on Zhu Qi was permeated by the dream realm, forcibly draw into a dream, probe, hypnotize, tempt.

At this moment.

"Cough cough cough, you finally found me."

In the head of a certain layer of nesting dolls on Zhu Qi, a figure began to peel away, detached from Zhu Qi's skull.

Swish~!

A chilling scene followed.

The fragments of this skull gradually gathered on the ground.

Strange flesh and blood emerged, gradually transforming into a tall and slim man.

This young man wore pure white robes, transcendental and immaculate, delivering a calm and unruffled aura, naturally formed, the strongest True Divine Form, undeniably evident at first glance.

Sylvie's eyes turned solemn, standing up slowly with genuine gravity, "You've finally appeared, given your nature, you should be craving this pinnacle battle, not waking them, right?"

"Naturally." The Emperor nodded.

"Then let's fight outside!"

Sylvie saw the opponent take the bait and inwardly noted that indeed he was a martial fanatic.

Long ago had she planned for this battle!

Layer upon layer of scheming.

Though some developments diverged slightly, such as the Witch Emperor still alive, unexpectedly attacked her defense, forcing her to bring them here to activate the second contingency.

But it's roughly following her planned route.

In a duel with the Emperor, she didn't think she would lose.

Under the Celestial Dao's blessing, in Harmonization state, her combat talent wouldn't be inferior to the Emperor.

And as for hard strength?

She possessed nesting dolls of over ten layers, the power of hundreds of rings.

The Emperor, at most only about one hundred and ten rings.

Though he completed racial differentiation, becoming a special existence, feasibly his combat power was merely around one to two hundred rings.

Her overwhelming strength, equivalent talent, with the blessing of the commonality, not impossible to beat the BOSS!

Indeed.

Everyone thought she was the BOSS, but Sylvie saw the opponent as one, heightened her vigilance.

She believed Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor of the past, could withstand the opponent, so could she now!

To beat the Emperor, there's only one way.

Defeat with overwhelming superiority!

Realm, energy, numbers, surpassing differences in crushing the opponent, may lead to victory.

The next moment, Sylvie and the Emperor directly appeared outside, swiftly engaged.

The wisdom and martial arts of all existence, is Sylvie's wisdom.

"Open!!"

With a soft hum, her hair rapidly grew longer, transforming into pitch-black knives, spears, swords, while she stood motionless and launched an attack.

Each weapon harbored martial spirit and vigor, reaching the peak, as if hundreds of geniuses, each fighting with their own intent.

"One person equates to all beings."

The Emperor slightly surprised, his figure weaving like a rainbow-colored butterfly, elegantly dodging the weapons' strikes, murmured:

"With such physique and strength, unexpectedly, the straightforward approach of the Black Magic Master tribe yielded such results, Zhu Qi, the Celestial Emperor, and you, indeed opened my eyes."

The tribe of Black Magic Masters followed straightforward approaches.

Looking from afar, heads could have countless forms, spatula, pagoda, treasure sword, wine pot… but mostly they're flamboyant everyday Dharma Artifacts.

In real combat, the head type combined with hair sweeping the Blood Drop shape, is most suited for attack, optimizing effectiveness.

Even so, hair restrained, head covered, this move indeed was too singular.

Martial Path possesses endless Martial Arts, Wizards possess endless Witchcraft, yet the tribe of Black Magic Masters only has the head.

Today, there was a change!

Sylvie continuously clashed, "Our tribe, lacking self-defense, could only parasitize! Meanwhile, this Witch system, gathering strength layer by layer from each person, perfectly serves as the Celestial Dao's shell."

"That indeed." The Emperor laughed, "Absolutely perfect matching."