My Bottle Cosmos

The Qi of Heaven and Earth is condensing and erupting.

An invisible and immense Spiritual Power surges like waves.

What is called "Qi 运" is essentially an artificially created Ultimate Technique. In mystical worlds, it speaks of the central Celestial Dao; in sci-fi worlds, it discusses the central intelligent brain. Both pertain to this.

Dominating and dispatching the people's will to reasonably plan the development of a civilization.

While harmonizing with all living beings, the will is bestowed, allowing one to become a central network, pooling the wisdom of contemporary beings through thousands of years of development, with various genius creations!

How terrifying is this?

Sylvie, initially with a combat talent of over ninety, directly broke through the limit into a hundred, and the Emperor, who already possessed a combat talent exceeding a hundred, broke through another level.

"You are indeed exceptional." Facing the attack, Nokron shifted his posture slightly.

Yet the Emperor's movements did not cease; fingers transformed into palms, advancing triumphantly, utterly shocked in his heart, "Finally caught up; it's the first time I can see where his limit lies! His combat power is actually comparable to a True God with more than three thousand rings. Can this be a human? Is this really just a mortal?"

This is simply outrageous.

The previous True Gods were only several or dozens of rings.

Even now, in the mature True God Era, the highest level Martial Path Race barely reaches about one hundred and ten rings!

Carefully calculating, these gods in front of this mortal with more than three thousand rings are like chicks, crushed instantly.

Yet now, he is forcibly nested, externally equipped with the "Great Witch's Helmet" and "Great Witch Armor," these refined and owner-recognized divine weapon treasures, armed to the teeth, achieving thousands of rings.

And this lone mortal is fearsome on his own.

No wonder, previously in the Apocalypse Era before True Gods appeared, when he descended upon the land, he obliterated everything with just a few punches.

At this moment, the Emperor even doubted what realm the existence before him was at.

"Incomprehensible, utterly incomprehensible what kind of life, what kind of creature this is." The Emperor furiously calculated in his mind.

As a supreme combat genius and outstanding Martial God, he believes the world's realms and martial arts are conceivable and analyzable.

But how could there be such incomprehensible things?

Moreover, although he now bestows the entire mass's thinking in a super-frequency state, even still cannot comprehend the existence before him.

This situation highly suggests the opponent's realm, this "mortal's" unknown realm, far surpasses the dimensional recognition existing in the present civilization, like primitive people gazing at a spacecraft in the cosmos, at the vast starry sky, deeply unable to comprehend.

The Emperor thought to himself:

"I occupied Sylvie's Celestial Path Golden Body and the Thirteen Revolutions Profound Skill, over a thousand three hundred rings, acting in her name to command the world's heroes, bestowing Qi 运 and doubling combat power under various blessings, only barely catching up to his trail!"

"I calculated for thousands of years, dominating the Celestial Dao, bearing all beings for this duel, yet am barely holding on."

"If I were the flower of history, if I were his past, could I in the distant future truly achieve such a level?"

In fact, the Emperor is indeed formidable; he truly saw through Li Qing.

Presently, Li Qing's trump cards are not many in fact.

Essentially, Li Qing himself is just a mere mortal, only a Demigod... yet upon this Emperor, who crazily buffs himself, still may not gain much advantage, just more powerful than him.

It's not absolute domination.

Unless, one uses pure hard strength, secretly utilizing subordinates and secret doors to forcibly control him,

But that would be flipping the table.

Only under dire circumstances would Li Qing resort to that.

"Pressure, for the first time I feel immense pressure, must adapt and grow stronger, applying new martial arts techniques on the basis of harmonization, Sylvie's methodology is somewhat simple."

"Adapt to the Celestial Dao Race... feel it." Amidst battle, the Emperor suddenly perceived countless voices within his mind.

Observing worldly urban scenes, all beings' various states, rival groups vying for supremacy, blood-boiling prodigies traversing the earth, young sovereigns competing for dominance.

Battle.

Battle.

He continuously grows stronger in battle, as if entering a state of enlightenment.

"I am Mother of the Heavenly Dao, must establish the Thirteen Heavens and Earths Hongmeng Treasure Tower! The will of heavenly beings divided into punishments of seven emotions and six desires!"

Suddenly, the Emperor raised a hand, surprisingly pulling off his own head, layer by layer transforming, segmenting, into an exquisite eight-sided ancient style Pagoda.

The pagoda was delicate, emitting a glazed hue, containing various emotional fluctuations, imbued with the breath of all beings, clearly a Celestial Path Treasure.

The previous collective human will from the Celestial Path had been mixed and chaotic!

Now, the Emperor surprisingly categorizes, separating the seven emotions and six desires, which can be used to attack enemies.

This is a novel application of the Dream Garment Race system.

The various dark emotions of all beings, how immense they are? Attacking a person also gives this Dream Garment assisting race new combat power.

The Emperor's face was cold as he held the pagoda with one hand, "Sentencing you to the layer of resentful desire."

The words fell, endless grief, dark emotions poured forth.

Forming an attack with dark emotions akin to a dreamscape, even a Divine Spirit would perish under such an assault.

"Fear desire layer!"

A second attack arrived.

Again transforming into a dreamscape of fear gathered from all beings, wherein various evil, great terror, reverence emerged.

It's the world's most terrifying nightmare, entering it, even a potent Divine Spirit must be overwhelmed by the emotions therein, spawning endless fear.

Boom boom boom!

His techniques are deemed peak, various Divine Techniques and Ultimate Techniques explode rationally and harmoniously.

Li Qing's lips slightly curved, "This dreamscape, combined with heavenly will in his hands, has become a wonder, various nightmare invasions."

Musing internally, his form slightly evaded.

The endless dreamscape amazingly cannot adhere to him, pulling him into darkness.

The Emperor witnessed this, his mind swiftly rotating, "Still ineffective, but at least somewhat closed the gap, not as difficult."

"Is this truly future me, indeed somewhat resembling my techniques, I can perceive my shadow in his skill."

The Emperor's mind frantically analyzed, combat instincts judging everything:

"But a brief contact, it's not impossible to fight, I can already endure it, his journey is lengthy! Too lengthy! It requires even more time than our previous path to Demigod, right now untransformed caterpillar; he still needs accumulation, is a silkworm cocoon."

"While I have emerged from the cocoon, I, this spacecraft, can further evolve, unsparing bottleneck, this is my advantage!"

"I only need to become slightly stronger... I need to initiate the next phase of my hidden card."

The Emperor inhaled deeply, "Since technique cannot kill, then kill with power!"

Utilizing absolute overwhelming strength in combat is also a combat technique.

merely previously disdaining and preferring to defeat the strong with weakness, realizing his skill, yet now was his turn being overtaken by weakness.

A mere mortal, could indeed be so fearsome.

In an instant, a voice resonated throughout the Martial Path mainland, echoing in everyone's ears.

"I, as Mother of the Heavenly Dao, must pass down the Slaying Path Scripture. If the weak sense their potential lacking, they may slash their future to resist the Dark Forbidden Area!"

Crash!

A piece of Martial Arts Scripture emerged in everyone's minds, filled with various cultivation texts.

Slaying Path Scripture means slashing one's foundation.

Back then, Zhu Qi was an example, originally of the Martial Path Race, but severed the Martial Path foundation, becoming an independent Black Magic Race.

For instance:

In those days, the Bitter Race forcibly became the Martial Path Race, now cultivating Bitter Race Iron Head Skill.

And now, they revert from Martial Path Race to the low-level Bitter Race.

This looks like severing the realm and potential, reverting to a trash race... but can let those stuck in the Demigod Realm rapidly breakthrough, spawning a heap of low-level True Gods.

Every Secret Manual is a race.

Now it's letting them revert to their original race.

The Emperor silently thought, "This plan is indeed perfect."

"The Martial Path land will surely erupt with strong individuals like a tide in a short time. Even low-level True Gods, with numbers exploding, can provide stronger support for the Heavenly Dao will."

"As these low-level True Gods of each race emerge, my Celestial Path combat power grows stronger, while he cannot continue cultivating each ring to perfect his True God Life Map mid-battle."

"With this decline and growth, I should secure the victory."