My Bottle Cosmos

"Oh? You're actually trying to kill me using this method? Drawing upon all beings to produce a True God and grant you power?"

At this moment, a voice from Nokron suddenly echoed in the Emperor's ear, "This doesn't seem to align with your Martial Path spirit."

The Emperor shook his head, continuing his attack while saying, "Senior, you are the Martial Arts Ancestor, you should understand the essence of Martial Arts."

"Then what is the essence of Martial Arts?" Nokron retorted.

"The fundamental of Martial Arts is martial techniques, it's martial, it's techniques."

The Emperor's hands performed profound techniques, revealing all sorts of incredible martial techniques and ultimate skills, pleasing to the eye, with cold, stern gazes:

"Since the history of prehistoric humans, starting from barbaric tribes, facing primitive beasts, wolves, tigers, and leopards, humans have been studying various fist techniques, staff techniques, bow techniques, and leg methods, which is essentially a process of humans overcoming the strong despite being weaker..."

Boom!

He took a step forward, instantly crossing over, "The history of human development is the history of Martial Arts! The strength of humanity is the strength of martial techniques!"

With a punch thrown, it seemed to contain scenes of dreamlike illusions—a mirage, all beings roaring, the world evolving, days and nights alternating, and terrifying power exploding.

With the Celestial Dao's blessing, he had thoroughly familiarized himself with spiritual attacks.

"Martial techniques can be said to run through the development process of humanity."

"Martial means technique, essentially a method for people to strike the strong from a position of weakness."

"And essentially, if martial techniques hold the concept of striking the strong from a position of weakness, even modern firearms in an apocalyptic world, the prevalence of American Iaido Slash, is indeed a martial technique that allows the weak to kill strong enemies."

The Emperor spoke eloquently.

"That's why I once believed that on the whole American continent, where martial trends are prevalent, it could be integrated into my Martial Path lineage."

Everyone has their own martial will and spirit, their own views and interpretations, and from the Emperor's perspective, his view is quite pure.

"I see."

Nokron showed a touch of reminiscence and acknowledgment, "Iaido Slash, I, too, used this martial technique to kill strong enemies during my weaker days."

At this moment.

In the distance, Ning Guochang, Zhu Qi, and others finally began to fully awaken in the dream realm, their expressions fearful as they witnessed this scene.

"What is this??"

Thousands of rings of combat, compared to their previous experiences, were simply child's play, and this scene was terrifying.

The Emperor's every punch and kick left them all in dismay.

None of them expected that the Emperor had secretly occupied Sylvie's body, also establishing a dream realm, hypnotizing Sylvie into her own body, likely dreaming inside.

Sylvie secretly hypnotized them, and the Emperor secretly hypnotized Sylvie.

"How can the battle be that terrifying?" Zhu Qi, who was dreaming a good dream, was unnerved by the scene, as he had just been trampling the Emperor in his dream.

"What the Emperor said is true; our martial trend is flourishing." Angelle spoke, "No wonder back then when we secretly learned Martial Arts and spread it to the modern Martial Arts world, he did not refuse; he saw our potential for wisdom."

"Stop talking nonsense, things have reached this stage."

Ning Guochang, helpless, turned back to see the two Wadons whispering as they were still secretly organizing strange records upon waking, "What are you guys doing, why the silly smile? Let me have a look."

"Hehe, nothing much, it's not interesting." Wadon hurriedly put away the things, looking at Ning Guochang with a strange expression, recalling his greasy demeanor.

"Inexplicable." Ning Guochang shook his head.

Zhu Qi, however, frowned at the chaos among these people.

Angelle pondered over the distant battle, "What a terrifying Emperor! What terrifying combat! His strength is indeed using the weak to overcome the strong, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts! Every fight of his could be considered an artistic rarity, interlocked beautifully, and given this situation, the Emperor might just handle them all."

"He's merely at one hundred and ten rings, now with combat power approaching three thousand rings, still increasing, which is simply terrifying."

And only with this kind of mad stacking of buffs could the Emperor finally reach Nokron's limit?

After all, everyone earlier believed this ancient existence was bound to be terrifying.

Yet no one expected it to be this terrifying!

A mortal, yet combat power of several thousand rings.

Who knows what level of True God he'll reach once he completes that Divine Path?

Thinking back to the ancient, extinguished Martial Arts Era civilization, there's an eerie, spine-chilling sensation; what a glorious, resplendent multi-dimensional civilization it must have been.

No wonder he's the hidden hand attempting to revive the entire Martial Arts Era arena behind the scenes, secretly driving the local multi-dimensional worlds.

He said solemnly, "If things continue this way, the future era will surely be one where the era wears a Witch battle armor helmet, Divine Artifacts, various magical treasures, significantly enhancing combat power."

With the Celestial Dao's blessing, it's difficult to mimic.

But weaponry support can indeed be widespread.

The Emperor, bare-bodied, only had one hundred and ten rings, yet with various helmets and battle armor support, it reached over a thousand rings.

It's imaginable that in the future, wealthy ones like the Emperor, armed to the teeth with dozens of magical treasures, cannot be compared to a barehanded Wild Cultivator.

The Witch tribe's condensation of Lifebound Magical Treasures, the inherited Holy Weapons, will surely rise.

"Hasn't Minis awakened yet?" At this time, Wadon seemed to notice something.

"He's deeply troubled." Zhu Qi snorted coldly.

The others nodded slightly, stopped speaking, and did not wake Minis.

It's an opportunity.

Now in a dream returning to the past, the initial era, whether he can see through his Heart Demon depends on himself.

Everyone watched the distant situation intensely.

"So senior, how would you counter this move?" The Emperor smiled softly.

As this period of time passed, time in the Lower Realm accelerated rapidly, several months had gone by, and many Demigods at the threshold began to sever their Martial Arts foundation, transforming into various low-level species True Gods, mostly at the Three Rings and Four Rings.

Whoosh!

One after another, True Gods began to appear swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, one martial art corresponds to one species, already accumulating several hundred low-level True God species.

And still exploding continuously.

This is the heritage of Martial Arts Civilization accumulated over generations, those not qualified to break through to the True God, all embarked on this path.

Rumble!

The Emperor's aura began to swell, dense powers gathered, and golden flames started to rise.

As Heavenly Dao Sylvie brought together the power of the entire Martial Arts land's beings, wielding the accumulated strength amassed over millennia, launching vigorously towards Nokron ahead.

"How would you handle this martial technique?" A light chuckle.

Boom boom boom!

The next moment, his figure vanished from the original place.

"Naturally, using force to break wisdom." In Nokron's eyes was always a calmness, making the Emperor unable to comprehend as something terrifying happened.

As words fell, Nokron's body was also rapidly evolving, each Life Map ring completed swiftly, starting to push forward.

Increasing by dozens of rings each second frenziedly.

In this blink of an eye, he, a mere mortal, already reached a height of around four thousand rings.

Next.

Nokron reached out with a fist.

Rumble!

The impact on the skin felt like a planetary collision.

The moment bones collided was an explosion, space densely filled with cracks, it seemed as though some shattered noise echoed throughout the world.

Every being on the Martial Arts land witnessed an unforgettable scene in their lifetime.

The Emperor's entire Celestial Dao bones, Indestructible Golden Body, immediately began to shatter like porcelain densely and intricately.

And then a voice was heard, "More than four thousand rings, a Demigod reaching this point, finally nearly completed a Life Map of a fist."

Splurgh!

The Emperor continuously staggered back, his gaze lowering slowly, looking at his own chest, seeing the cracks suddenly enlarge, the entire body utterly fissured, torrents of fresh blood on display.

Then, like damaged glass, it quickly shattered to pieces on the ground.