My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 379 - 365: A Group of People Lean Against the Crystal Wall, Listening at the Corner
"What? You know this place? You know the prison region of this Great Thousand World?" Haska hurriedly came over and asked.
Outside, more than a dozen divine upper-level majestic beings, giants standing invisibly in the void, were secretly curious:
"This Martial Arts Civilization that came along, they actually recognize this land and might know some information."
"In their words, they seem to be an Era Traveler who has traversed endless Great Thousand Worlds with vast experience..." These ancient majestic beings frowned silently.
Even Black Star, from his hiding spot, secretly watched this scene and perked up his ears.
This Middle Thousand World emerging Martial Arts World is not simple; do they know the historical origin of this land??
In reality, Black Star had a bit of self-awareness.
Everyone thinks I am the local native.
In fact, I am a redneck!
I am also a new visitor from outside, who hasn’t been here long, occupying this region, forcibly pretending to be a native, merely trying to recruit talents.
But these people in front of me are the true natives, obviously living in the Crystal Series cosmos for a long time.... Perhaps they know something about this prison, it’s better for me to eavesdrop on some secrets.
With that, Black Star pressed his ear against the glass window to eavesdrop:
"I certainly need to eavesdrop a bit! I have to learn what they say about these ancient Crystal Series historical backgrounds, turning them into my foundations and knowledge, to avoid the situation where I expose myself as a fraud, pretending to be a native, when in fact, I am an imposter."
Beside him, the strategist Tuluo, seeing this scene, was startled: "If His Majesty heard it, he probably wouldn’t learn it all. I also have to follow and eavesdrop, to prevent any mishaps and exposure!"
"Your Majesty, quickly use the Harmonization state to cover me, I need to listen too!"
"No problem!"
Black Star waved his big hand.
And not far from Black Star and Tuluo, who pressed against the wall with their ears perked up.
"They really came."
A divine upper-level being walked through the corridor, looking through the glass window into the Thorny World, feeling extremely frightened,
"Inside this world, there are unexpectedly so many people; it seems that the civilizations accumulated in the nearby area have all arrived, like a pack of wolves fighting for meat, that damned guy!"
The biggest weakness of the technology side is the instability of a mortal’s mindset, prone to collapse.
The being in front of him was clearly a divine upper-level presence, but the mortal in the driver’s seat already showed some nervous stress reactions, such as blushing, sweating all over, and other symptoms.
Because he personally witnessed a being as powerful as himself getting casually crushed to death by that woman.
If not for that damned guy buying some time and letting him successfully enter the Harmonization stealth state, he would probably have died there too.
The fear in that moment still struck him with lingering fear.
"That person is clearly the Elf Divine King Minis, a genuine native who might know some information about this prison, the mysterious woman, and her master."
With that, he too silently pressed himself against the crystal wall to listen, "After all, we three are outsiders with very little intelligence, knowing a bit is better so we won’t be chased down and play hide-and-seek again."
Outside, with such a large commotion from crossing into this place, naturally, Professor Wales was also involved.
He also secretly approached this area, looking at the Thorny World, and silently perked up his ears against the crystal wall to eavesdrop.
The old man didn’t speak, just saw Mgina too pressing her ear against it, very displeased:
"That Black Star, he’s such a person with a sick brain! Bringing a bunch of guys to come adventuring with us and split the land."
"He’s doomed." Mashala said with fierce eyes.
"Be quiet." The tall man said.
If this group of people left their stealth, they would see a bizarre scene:
In front of a huge crystal wall window, various sizes of guys quietly listened to the wall outside the room. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Of course, unobservable level beings are ultimately unobservable.
Their demeanor is extremely high, extremely mysterious.
Even if they’re chatting with a majestic voice while pole dancing erotically hot in front of you, you wouldn’t see it.
You’ll only perceive an ancient divine oracle conveyed from the void.
Currently, the Elf Divine King Minis is the same, not knowing there are three beings shamelessly sticking to the crystal wall outside, eavesdropping on his words.
"That entity came from the world of our region, it’s his homeland."
"He is a very ancient existence, mysterious in identity, using a fist as a code name... the Ancient Dominator who established the Martial Arts World."
...
Seeing these people so tense before the crystal wall, Minis went on to casually mention some brief deeds of that entity.
"According to our analysis, each ancient god has their own name, symbolizing some force in the unseen."
"Light, Thunderbolt... as for the fist, could it be the same? That being, very possibly the supreme existence who almost stepped into the entire cosmic apex back then."
"Now, awakened from the graveyard of the old days, returned again, just recently entered the Great Thousand World, we didn’t expect to immediately find his ancient marks here when we arrived."
Minis spoke, but some detailed information was briefly skipped over, "Not sure if that entity will revisit this place, stroll through this prison region, if in the vast world, seeing his figure again would also be a very fortunate encounter."
Everyone was astonished as they listened.
The name of the god seems to have immense significance, Light, Thunderbolt? And does the fist represent sheer power?
More surprising to them was that Emperor Nokron seemed to have lived too long, crossing countless eras.
To clarify, citizens of the technology side generally have a lifespan of one to two thousand years, and divine-level mecha masters augmented with specialized strengthening agents can only live for one to two tens of thousands of years.
Even divine upper-level beings are less than a hundred thousand years old.
This lifespan comparison is simply too exaggerated.
Their civilization’s divine upper armor unknown how many generations it passed, compared to the other’s ancient lifespan, where one person spans all, incredibly exaggerated.
"Why is your lifespan so short?"
Seeing their longing, Minis casually asked: "Our true gods have at least a lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years, with the longest being some dragon focused on longevity genes, having a lifespan of tens of millions of years."
Beside him, Haska answered: "Mainly it’s the soul, we can clone organs anytime to replace them, but the decay of the soul’s consciousness is impossible to resist."
The so-called mechanical ascension, in their eyes, is merely a joke.
You upload your memory and consciousness onto the network; you are only a familiar AI emotion, not your original self.
Because they confirmed it a long time ago.
Memory, talent, creativity, all disappeared... the actual person is dead, merely a copy carrying on thoughts.
"Indeed, mortals with a lifespan of one to two tens thousand years are already quite extraordinary."
Minis sighed, "What more could you hope for? A too-long lifespan isn’t a good thing either, for you practice no physical forms, only external objects, and so should it be, yet you live quite easily, carefree, able to pass down immense power, unlike us who constantly retreat and cultivate desperately."
Everyone showed envy: "What’s there for us to envy, it’s you who are enviable, your individual life ceiling is so much higher, you speak of that entity, living for far too long, had connections with this prison in ancient times, with such an ancient lifespan, his legends are everywhere, truly a life of ultimate leisure pursued in dreams!"
The more understanding of the land’s ancient mysteries, the more they yearn.
And only Black Star, still pressed against the wall, learned some more information.
The old man really isn’t simple, normally, divine upper-level mecha pilots would die of old age, yet he entered an immortal state...
"Now with a comparison, it’s clearer that the old man is hiding so deep, always likes to trick me, one day I’ll uncover all his secrets." Black Star secretly resolved.
