My Bottle Cosmos

This punch was grand and mighty, yet when it fell, the Heavenly Dao Body of Sylvie showed no reaction.

As if this punch bore no offensive power at all.

But in the next moment, this fist flowed like water, rushing like a roaring river, the liquid of the Crystal Wall flowing into every crevice of the Nine Revolutions Profound Skill.

Forcibly seeping into the gaps between each layer.

Then those liquids began to harden, transforming into the layered structure of the Crystal Wall, squeezing layer by layer into the body, cracking all the layered Treasure Artifacts of the dolls.

After this punch, at first glance, it seemed there was no reaction, but after three seconds, the entire layered body was fully stretched open, revealing fine patterns like a tortoise shell.

Spluch!

Everyone looked towards the Divine Realm, witnessing this unbelievable scene.

A simple, non-violent punch, and the body that was considered the strongest defense of the Multi-Tiered Dao Body collapsed swiftly like a hastily constructed tofu project.

Countless people were dumbfounded.

"This punch had no strength at all, yet it was simply..."

People mumbled to themselves, "Is this really boxing?"

This was not only the pinnacle of technique but also the pinnacle of the Creator Gods.

The reason a fist is called a fist is because its martial art technique is even more astonishing, creating a race out of thin air, with palm lines evolving into civilization.

When a fist is clenched, it signifies the destruction of civilization, becoming a Martial Arts Secret Manual absorbed into oneself, designed to break all martial arts in the world.

"Only now is he truly using his fist? Is this the Martial Arts Emperor of old?"

Ning Guochang's pupils widened, muttering, "From this point of view, the Emperor also breaks all the world's martial arts, with tens of thousands of martial arts converging into one, but the intention is still a notch lower."

"I thought the Emperor's martial arts, breaking all forms in the world, were already extremely perverse!!" Angelle felt his scalp tingling, "But even if the Emperor breaks various Dharma Methods, having tens of thousands of martial arts reserves, it definitely can't compare to creating a race in the palm of one's hand, absorbing it as a martial art, which is even more targeted."

The two Wadons exclaimed in unison, "Palm lines evolve into civilization, mastering the Destruction Fist, this palm opening and closing is the universe itself!"

"The Emperor ultimately has an innate disadvantage, can't learn like him; the Emperor has singular talent, while the other is adept in both literary and martial arts, the Emperor is not the True Creator Gods, unable to create on the spot."

The martial arts system of the fist, the terrifying mysteries of cultivation, to this day, only the tip of the iceberg has been revealed.

Everyone then realized what this truly unrivaled, invincible Martial Arts Emperor relied upon during the ancient times.

Meanwhile, Li Qing slowly retracted his fist.

This move, seeming like facing an enemy, more so was an experiment on his newly created and improved Crystal Series race.

The opportunity was rare, of course, he knew how to prioritize, not taking the chance to evolve a race, missing a good opportunity, who knows when it would come again.

"This race is still not enough."

Nokron extended his palm, on which civilizations surprisingly began to generate on the palm lines, quickly evolving into a tribal civilization.

"The palm can also evolve civilizations?"

Zhu Qi's body was filled to cracking, revealing a trace of fear, shaking off the Crystal Wall restricting the body, quickly absorbing fragments of battle armor, restoring the Celestial Dao Sacred Body.

Zhu Qi only felt his scalp tingling, "My power is still increasing, but his power is also rising, now he's starting to use martial art techniques, how can we fight this?"

At the same level, no one can defeat this Martial Arts Emperor.

"His power is increasing, clearly reviving in some manner."

Inside, the Emperor still had control over Sylvie's slumber, observing this battle, "I still don't know the exact principle yet, perhaps it's a realm far beyond our civilization's level of understanding."

"But Zhu Qi, I can give you a little advice."

"He is a Mortal, hasn't become a god yet, and can independently resist the entire martial continent, resist a civilization of a True God... I believe, even looking at the entire history of the Multi-Dimensional universe, it must be an extremely rare case, because it's too outrageous."

"All of us are clear, this is one person, a mortal, hasn't truly become a god."

"Yet he can reach this terrifying degree, growing rapidly, perhaps there's some terrifying recovery Cultivation Technique at play, possibly reviving part of the old foundation, it shouldn't last long, otherwise, it would have been used earlier to recover cultivation, not waiting until now."

"Also, his combat strategy is already very apparent."

"With each punch, a civilization would evolve in his palm, adjusting with targeted punching."

"And the punch just now was clearly lacking, the next punch will improve the race, which is to improve the martial art, more targeted, if I'm not mistaken, after a few punches, each punch will be stronger than the last, with any punch instantly penetrating and stripping layers of the shell, forming a blown-out Crystal Wall inside, becoming a Crystal Wall cage, completely trapping you."

"So what?" Zhu Qi's body trembled slightly, drenched in cold sweat, somewhat lost, "How do we defeat this monster?"

Just one punch bursting through all armor is already outrageous.

But in the gap of this punch's doll, layers of Crystal Wall captivity appeared simultaneously, directly binding, how to play like this?

"We lack a Creator God, a powerful Creator God." The Emperor's voice was very straightforward, "Only by creating martial arts Secret Manuals on site can we confront him."

"But we are not strong Creator Gods." Zhu Qi smiled bitterly.

"No, there's already someone on the way, don't think I've just been a bystander inside your body, I'm actually preparing other matters."

"Who?"

The Emperor chuckled softly, "The oldest, most powerful Creator God, the Emperor of the Atabians, the legendary earliest ancient myth... Atabia."

Zhu Qi said, "Isn't he dead? What's the point of waking him up now? In such a short time, there's no way he can catch up to five or six realms in terms of perspective and knowledge, even with the blessing of the Gate of Truth. He cannot rise quickly in the short term."

"Yes, the real Atabia cannot rise quickly in the short term; he needs time."

The Emperor smiled, "But we have a fake Atabia right in front of us, and he is also in the True God Realm."

"Who?"

"Minis."

"He's still dreaming. Do you mean to let him dream of becoming Atabia? Don't be ridiculous! Fake is fake, although Minis is the strongest Creator God we currently know."

"No, he's already at the mortal limit. The gap between him and me is not about aptitude but a heart."

"Heart?"

"Yes, the strength of the heart, a will and spirit that penetrates everything. He was born under the shadow of two monstrous figures, in a family of three, and he was the weakest, so he saw himself as mediocre, always living in the shadow. That's the most normal thing."

"So?"

"Humans are such strange creatures; if they believe they can't do something, they really won't be able to... I let him give it a try. Even without successfully overcoming the heart demon and achieving a limit break, according to Heavenly Dao Sylvie's classification of talent, he is a 100 in talent, and under the blessing of the Gate of Truth, he has already broken through limits and can be used."

"So you were just next door, creating dreams in Minis' mind, you've been preparing for a long time."

The Emperor nodded and said coldly, "This is a matter of course. If the Gate of Truth is opened and I want to use it fully, compensating for its innate flaws is essential... If I couldn't think of this, what artistic significance would my battles have?"

Whirr!

On the other side, in the dream.

Gradually, Minis didn't know when he had already entered Atabia's life, becoming the most insane Mythical Emperor in history.

"Atabia." In the dream, within the Atabia Kingdom, a voice came.

This Emperor Atabia sat on the throne of the Tower of Babel, looking up, "Who are you?"

"There's a god-slaying plan, would you like to join?"

Atabia's pupils revealed curiosity, "You want me to slay gods?"

"Yes." The Emperor said.

He slowly stood up, "Are they strong?"

"Very strong." The Emperor smiled.

Looking at the Atabia before him, showing a keen interest, it was only now that the Emperor seemed to truly glimpse a corner of this legendary ancient hero.

"Strong is enough."

Atabia's expression was very calm.

His wisdom is infinite; Atabia knew this from the moment he was born and became self-aware.

The so-called structural construction and genetic compilation, in his eyes could be seen through with just a glance.

The entire era could only have Herodotus catch his eye.

Because although Herodotus's research aptitude wasn't great, his combat talent was clearly stronger than Atabia's, which is why he made him an Imperial General.

And himself, he was the Emperor of the civil servants.

Before recognizing the existence of the Ancient Gods beyond the Crystal Wall,

He found life so boring, like a fully grown intelligent adult born into a world of utter simpletons.

Boring.

Utterly boring.

Before encountering the Ancient Gods, he was even reluctant to lead the entire civilization in promoting the evolution of life.

Because compared to discussing conclusions with a group of simpletons, he found researching life's evolution alone more interesting, although compiling structures alone was very slow, but at that time, he wasn't lacking time.

He had plenty of time, knitting "sweaters" one stitch at a time.

"Then why not take them to research together? More people means faster," the Emperor said, he himself oppressed ordinary people, using them to deduce his cultivation techniques.

No matter how strong a person is, their heart power is limited, and it is impossible to complete a vast project alone.

"A foolish question." Atabia's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Tell me, stranger, what's your interest?"

"Reading." The Emperor said.

"Then you must enjoy reading alone, maybe with a cup of afternoon tea, on a sunny afternoon. Would you have a group of chattering idiots beside you while indulging in your hobby?" Atabia laughed.

"No." The Emperor replied, "I like to enjoy it alone."

Nobody wants to converse with idiots every day, unless they're the head of a mental asylum.

"I, too, enjoy my hobby alone, nobody likes to be surrounded by idiots asking questions with worship and excitement every day, it's utterly tedious." Atabia said.

"No wonder after the arrival of the Ancient Gods, you started gathering people and ushering in an era," the Emperor laughed, "because you had to give up enjoying your hobby by yourself and compromise with a group of simpletons, playing the role of a zealous emperor, rallying idiots to assist you, reducing your deduction time to resist the Ancient Gods."

Atabia stood up, putting down the life evolution test tube in his hand, "Show me, what kind of gods are they? Although I'm good at fighting too, I dislike it, it's about research, right?"

"Of course." The Emperor smiled meaningfully, kindly saying, "You are necessary."