My Bottle Cosmos

The Emperor nurtured low-level True Gods to bolster his Celestial Dao, a plan that could be called perfect, proving he was a strategist with meticulous layers of planning.

Yet, despite countless simulations, he never anticipated one absurd outcome.

His feverish cultivation of low-level True Gods inadvertently fueled Li Qing's growth just as fervently.

After all, each emergence of a True God was another Life Ring for Li Qing.

This led to a surge to over four thousand Life Rings, astonishingly still increasing every moment.

Pu chi!

The Emperor spewed mouthfuls of blood, futilely wiping it with a handkerchief, muttering helplessly:

"Now, Nokron's Realm is like the second hand of a digital clock, steadily advancing. What state is this? What creature?"

Poof! Poof!

He couldn't hold back anymore, gasping heavily and coughing blood, his whole body a bloody mess from sheer fear, not injury.

For the first time, he felt his body trembling instinctively with fear, cold sweat streaming down, this incomprehensible fear giving him inexplicable excitement.

"Once again, completely beyond my comprehension."

The layers of cracks in his armor seemed to self-repair but were so severe it became excruciatingly slow.

"Is there such a higher tier? Completely incomprehensible, breaking through continuously in battle, is it cultivation in the process?"

"Is there truly a way to defeat such a thing?"

"This is indeed one of the greatest horrors of ancient times, a being surpassing the ultimate Celestial Calamity level of the entire Multi-Dimensional Crystal Wall Universe? Perhaps only below the legendary Ancient Gods?"

The Emperor's mind crazily replayed the incomprehensible scene, frame by frame.

This unknown creature was the greatest source of fear.

"In this state, I can hardly fight anymore, I need immediate rest."

"One punch, am I completely incapacitated?"

"I had some plans, all of which can't be executed; indeed, battles change, many things can't be idealized."

The Emperor assessed his body's state, frowning slightly, involuntarily coughing up blood again, "Cough cough... I never wanted to use this fourth plan, but now it's impossible to win without it."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed.

Crash.

The crowd in the distance still stared in a daze at this terrifying punch, watching the god-like, demon-like Nokron wreaking havoc.

Zhu Qi was abruptly pulled in from afar.

"Zhu Qi, I need you to take over the fight for a while."

The Emperor's voice rang immediately on Zhu Qi, "I can't defeat him alone anymore!"

Everyone fell silent upon hearing these words, including Zhu Qi and those in the distance.

Who was the Emperor? He was the symbol of pure frontal force, utterly invincible to everyone.

But now, even this monster said he needed help?

In the past, Zhu Qi would have found this absurd!

But witnessing it firsthand, Zhu Qi retorted with a dismissive comment toward the Emperor: "Sorry, even with our help, we cannot win!"

Reality is not a dream; he had self-awareness.

"Trust me." The Emperor promptly stated:

"I want you to control the Celestial Dao Body, the Celestial Dao Body is already mostly damaged, but with the near-thousand rings of Ancestral Witch shells on you, it compensates for all that was lost."

"That's impossible!"

Zhu Qi immediately responded: "Even if I can perfectly control the Black Magic clan I created, Heavenly Dao Sylvie, what's the point?"

In data, he was still a combat talent of over ninety.

Taking over everything the Emperor left behind, Sylvie's Celestial Dao Body, Harmonization state.

He could almost recreate much of the former Emperor.

"But even if I succeed, I'm just one punch away." Zhu Qi immediately rebutted: "Emperor, it's meaningless, especially since he won't give us time to do so."

"No." The Emperor coughed a few more times, his injuries apparent, coldly stating: "He will, if he's like me, if I was once something similar to him—a flower."

"Moreover, with you mastering the Celestial Dao, you can be even stronger than just now, besides I'll channel my power through the Celestial Dao to strengthen you."

"What?"

"You can not only borrow the power of the living but also that of the dead."

"You bastard!! You want me to open the Gate of Truth? You want me to die? Do you think I don't see through your scheme?"

"Then, what is your choice?"

"Of course, I fight regardless of dawn or dusk, I have no reason to refuse!" After a moment of daze, a light of eager excitement gleamed in Zhu Qi's eyes.

Indeed, the Emperor was right, this was a madman.

Just to temporarily stand at the top, to shine gloriously, he would go into a blaze, no matter the cost.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have severed his roots back then, taking a seemingly foolish choice in outsiders' eyes temporarily.

"Hey! Does this mean I have a chance to defeat Nokron?" Zhu Qi suddenly laughed, his demeanor somewhat manic.

"Correct, gathering the power of all the living today, the Heavenly Dao Gate; gathering the power of all the dead from the past, the Gate of Truth."

"What you now possess will be the ultimate power transcending all changes, the power accumulated over tens of thousands of years of Martial Path history is bestowed upon you."

"The Gate of Truth you are opening will far surpass those opened by Herodotus and Elis in history."

"The souls of all martial practitioners over the fourteen thousand years of history will converge upon you; you might reach at least beyond eight thousand rings!"

"In my conception, this is absolutely not the limit that individual life can reach. The power of the living, the power of the deceased, you will reach the ultimate of civilization!"

"Though, after the Gate of Truth, your death is inevitable!"

"And I will control Sylvie, as well as myself, adding to your strength..." Cough, cough, the Emperor coughed again, "At the same time, I will awaken one of the strongest beings in history to fight for you."

"One of the strongest beings in history?" Zhu Qi's eyes flashed with fervent flames. "I understand."

The Emperor said, "So, I'm entrusting you to fulfill all your dreams, break through the stage, dismantle the demons of your life, and save the entire Martial Arts Civilization!"

"I see." Zhu Qi's body as a Black Magic Master continued to complete the Celestial Dao Body, and his consciousness gradually cleared, growing excited.

"Then, leave it to me!"

His skin and bones emitted a strange cracking sound, quickly recovering.

At the same time, his voice rang throughout the Celestial Vaulting.

He swiftly broke through beyond thirty-three times speed, consciousness seemingly pushing open a cage's door, bursting forth as if a wild horse, racing uncontrollably.

He moved his body, raised his hands high above his head:

"I am the Heavenly Dao of Martial Arts history, Sylvie."

"I created the emergence of the earth, propelled the civilization of the entire epoch..."

Boom.

A muffled thunder echoed.

As if the wandering ghosts in all of history on earth were startled awake from their muddled haze.

"Everyone, all of human history has reached the critical juncture of life and death."

The vast voice echoed across the earth, not only the living heard it, but even the deceased opened their eyes from their old graveyards.

"Heroic spirits of the past, please lend me your strength, I implore you!"

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"The ancient black hand constructs the stage and monopolizes us in the distant past, shaping us into similar flowers! You and I are identities of the past!"

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"I want to pacify the obsessions of ancient existence, break the cycle of reincarnation!"

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"At that time, people of the earth were shouting, we are free! We have become our true selves! No longer playing roles from history!"

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"History no longer repeats."

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"Life is only once."

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"After this transformation, if successful, the children of our world can do what they wish, express the voice they want, laugh heartily, and cry without restraint, free from the influence of some people's memories."

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With the rapid surge of thoughts, this mournful cry echoed across the Martial Path's earth.

Every soul of the deceased and every living person could hear this vast voice of Heavenly Dao.

In the sky, a vortex of souls gathered, and surprisingly, a Gate of Truth slowly emerged within.

In various Holy Lands and ancient Great Sects, under the gaze of many current Elders and Sect Leaders, they saw a faint spectral shadow of heroic spirits slowly stepping out from the sects.

"That's!"

"The twelfth elder!"

People all around the world watched as the ancient legends of thousands and tens of thousands of years walked out.

The accumulated power throughout the world is vast beyond measure, even with the regulation of the Heavenly Dao, it felt overwhelming.

Suddenly, Zhu Qi swiftly opened the door, his eyes crimson.

"Nokron!!"

He roared!

"You, my former master, taught me the Dharma Method and led me to the pinnacle, but I will never become a puppet, letting you manipulate my life!"

Crack!

The immense soul power seemed to completely overwhelm Zhu Qi's consciousness.

At the next moment, his body seemed ignited by flames dancing like raging black serpents, his eyes flickering with two wild blazes, his aura fiercely rising, thoroughly becoming the unique ultimate existence in Martial Path history.