My Bottle Cosmos

On the entire ground, the people witnessing this scene of the Celestial Dao woman's battle were all speechless, clenching their teeth tightly.

"Please! We must win!"

"Heavenly Dao Sylvie, please quell the dark chaos and restore peace to the world!" In the Li Family Holy Land, a tall and mighty youth quietly watched the drastic changes in the sky.

And in the council hall of the entire Holy Land, everyone was silent.

All the people present were only the youths.

All the Elders and the Sect Leader had taken action, even if it meant severing their foundation to break through to become low-level True Gods. The entire Holy Land, all the reserves had been emptied, leaving only these children who symbolize the future and hope.

And this scene occurred all over the earth.

Many people offered their strength, doing all they could, watching the sky, praying, roaring, shouting for the Celestial Dao, and condemning the dark forbidden existence.

On the ground, Sylph, holding the Holy Sword of Tukashi, murmured, "We in the lower realm can only contribute power to the Celestial Dao; we can do nothing else."

And Aurora also looked up, walking on the mortal streets, watching her best friend Sylvie, while listening to the sounds around her.

"The Celestial Dao, but it gathers all the strength accumulated over ten thousand years, civilization cannot lose!"

"Yes, civilization absolutely cannot lose!"

"The Celestial Dao cannot lose, cannot die!"

Someone shouted, and everyone's hearts and eyes were filled with Sylvie's appearance and demeanor.

...

...

Amid a coughing sound, the Emperor's voice resonated within Sylvie, "Cough, cough, cough, the blessing of all beings, touched?"

"Only fear."

Zhu Qi said, "This scene is so similar to that period in history! The entire world within the reincarnation is shouting for Sylvie, she is the Savior who breaks through the cycle, the only hope."

"If we are truly ancient figures on the stage of martial arts history."

Zhu Qi's gaze was cold,

"Are the heroes they are shouting for, the painful history, truly ourselves? Just a stage play, they are still alive in the play, actors expressing what they think are their own emotions."

He spoke words identical to what "Sylvie" had said back then, repeated as if by fate:

"I don't care about their cheers for me, they are just trying to put a mask on me."

The Emperor only remained silent.

Yes, in Sylvie's apocalyptic world back then, everyone was cheering.

Grieving families of three, entire families of heroes fighting against zombies with passion and bravery, the heroic breaking of the cycle by Sylvie, yet they didn't know they were merely playing the roles of others' history, waving flags and shouting with that identity.

And now, how do they know they're not on a martial arts history stage?

Real or fake, who can tell?

"Even now, I must break the stage like Sylvie did with my life." Zhu Qi, graceful in appearance, bearing Sylvie's cold and peerless beauty.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the sky, and softly said, "I once stood at the pinnacle of the human world as the Witch Emperor, overlooking the earth, yet I lived in fear day and night, struggling."

"Emperor, do you know? I went to the tavern to see that person once, and after that, I took the lead in sounding the horn and starting the war."

"Because I feared more than anyone else becoming a character on the stage."

Along with the murmurs, the frenzied and powerful force of the Gate of Truth surged violently, Zhu Qi's memories suddenly began to fade, perhaps due to the flood of emotions rushing through his brain, emotions surged out, he suddenly recalled that very long-ago initial time.

On the street were the noisy sounds, countless people celebrating him, throwing various coins as rewards.

"Good! What a great performance!"

"This kid's only six or seven, the monkey show, this backflip, absolutely perfect!"

"This stage style, it's just too cool, captured the essence of the Emperor playing the Bitter Race Demigod beautifully."

He still remembered every night, that "father" with a whip, banging on a drum to collect money, crazily lashing him.

"Don't want to perform?? I bought you, you're that performer, that worthless bastard, wild child."

"Bastard! You won't listen? You try not listening again??"

The stubborn child, no matter how beaten, remained as unmoving as a donkey, always resisting.

Until that man, symbolizing hope, passed by the street performance of that day and bought him from "father," becoming the only light in his life.

He once yearned, once longed, for that man who taught him skills, as though he had become the only meaning in life like a father, yet sadly time flew by, and he found through investigation that everything had merely entered a darker, larger stage.

His past dreams shattered as well.

"Father" was also just another villain on the stage.

When life's dreams and sustenance all shattered, and he found himself still or in the endless darkness, then what did he have left?

He couldn't help but laugh lowly, if life remained dark, why give oneself hope, only to later grant even more terrifying despair, a more dreadful stage.... how cruel this is.

From then on, he began making all the struggles he could.

To break away from the Martial Path Race, break from fate, even if it meant severing the foundation, becoming a Black Magic Master, to break away from the script.

"Next, I will break the fate of this stage myself." Zhu Qi's expression carried a trace of melancholy and complexity, "All fate shall not be fate."

Boom!!

The frenzied power surged and spread rapidly, "the future is also a brand new future."

After opening the Gate of Truth, he gathered the endless accumulated power of the entire world, bursting out terrible light and heat, as if scorching everyone.

"What is that??"

"Is this the power of the Dual Gate fusion?"

"Unbelievable! If this kind of power..."

But everyone looked up in amazement, knowing it wasn't the body's heat but the soul's burning.

Heat.

Endless heat.

Vast soul energy from history converged together.

Zhu Qi's hair flared like flames, every shimmering golden strand ablaze, like a solar corona, his entire head seemed to transform into a genuine blazing sun, emitting immense and amazing electric firelight.

"Emperor, I always had a thought."

"What do you want to say?"

"Why do we need to become the Ancient Martial Civilization, play the roles of the ancients? Imitate others? If we gain freedom, we will certainly surpass the Ancient Martial! I do not believe your future achievements will be weaker than Nokron, you will certainly forge your path."

With an angry roar following, charging toward the distant ancient black hand.

"You!"

His entire figure suddenly burst with splendor.

"The former Emperor."

He looked up as if to shout out the entire force of the Martial Path Civilization with his body, his entire being seemed to coalesce into numerous shadows, becoming a colossal energy form, at this moment seemingly completely becoming the Celestial Dao in myth and legends, encompassing all, wrapping all, becoming all.

"Emperor, that similar ancient flower, another Prehistoric Martial Path Emperor, the Fist Monarch opening the ultra-ancient dynasty."

A vast and invincible aura pressed down, the sky suddenly rising in dazzling brilliance, the light as if directly staring at the sun, so intense one couldn't look at it, that terrifying soul like a cyclone making everyone unable to open their eyes.

"Nok! Ron! Nok!"

His entire aura suddenly contracted, highly condensing, extending a fist into a fierce collision, "I will use the power of the entire civilization——"

Boom.

The man opposite threw a punch.

The two fists rapidly clashed together, the heaven-shattering and earth-splitting light suddenly covered the entire world.

Inside the scroll they resided, the entire subspace instantly began fragmenting, returning to countless space fragments.