My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 431 - 417: Stepping onto the Path of Cultivation
Consuming Ji Cao is indeed the best route.
However, His Majesty intends to offer the Ji Cao to General Herodotus, who is clearly dead, to see if Herodotus can be resurrected...
For the nearly hopeless possibility, choosing the most arduous and rugged path.
Firstly, if His Majesty’s revival is incomplete, his qualifications and talents are severely damaged; whether he can heal himself and gradually recover in the future is a concern.
This is gambling with one’s future.
This is exceedingly irrational.
Secondly, if Ji Cao is not consumed, then what about Ji Cao?
Neither the living gods nor the dead gods can bring back a small world. Now is the only time created by oneself laboriously to consume Ji Cao, if not eaten,
it can only remain outside, continuing to be contended over by others.
Yet His Majesty clearly does not consume it, implying an intention not to give up and to contend for the Ji Cao?
It’s equivalent to starting from the same starting line, He must break through to the same level as these guys in a short time and win fairly in this competition.
This is the most arduous and nearly impossible path.
How can a newly awakened mortal compete with those guys?
Minis couldn’t help saying: "Your Majesty, victory is already within reach. We don’t need to abandon the near to seek the far, choosing a winding and extremely difficult road to regain Ji Cao and snatch it back for Herodotus..."
"You’re still the same, indecisive, always considering the pros and cons. Get ready quickly," Atabia coldly snorted, "Your damned nature is just terrible."
Minis took a deep breath: "Alright."
Because the time was too urgent to argue any further.
Atabia is a madman.
This was the perception of many people back then, and no one could change the decisions he made.
Minis could only find a Divine Level Immortal Grass and quickly refine a pill with the already prepared formula.
The gentle nature of the medicine could nourish even the weakest mortal, illustrating what Minis has been doing all these years.
Minis is also a research talent; he has been inactive all these years, all for studying this formula.
Clatter.
Soon, the Immortal Pill was consumed.
"Minis, find a Celestial Dao you know inside to help control time, five hundred years in a day, you should know what to do."
Atabia felt his body recovering, opened the Crystal Wall with Minis’s help, returned to the world, and turned around to add:
"You hold onto the Ji Cao well for three days, just three days, and I can finish your path. I’ll be back soon."
"I’ve really grown too weak," that voice sighed, gradually fading away.
Only the Ji Cao behind, with eyes wide open, stared intently at the departure of that weak mortal ant-like being.
Because the other party was too weak to guard against any probing methods, he couldn’t help using the qualification detection of that Extraordinary System to secretly examine it.
When he saw those incredible stats, Ji Cao’s face was already deeply shaken, knowing that he was the sovereign overlooking an entire era epoch, always with a calm and composed demeanor.
Because a smile, a decision, a cold look from him would determine the future of a world, even an entire All Heavens.
This All Heavens era’s All Heavens Demon Emperor, whether to slay the Chaos Gods outside the Celestial Vault, regardless of victory or defeat, would always be recorded in history books.
But now, even on his face, he couldn’t help but be filled with shock, bewilderment, feeling his worldview overturned.
[Name: Atabia]
[Combat Talent: 105]
[Research Talent: 108]
[Wisdom and Strategy: 97]
So, what exactly is this thing?
This level of monster, is it really in an injured and incomplete state now?
Could it be birthed by a normal human? What kind of Creator God created such a level of monster?
At this moment, Ji Cao recalled the words just spoken; they turned out to be true:
"Minis, I won’t say it a second time."
"Go pick a True Immortal Grass for me, even with only half of myself left, it’s more than enough to beat someone like you."
He is not arrogant; it was taken for granted.
...
...
The great war continues, to vie for the Immortal Grass.
No one guessed that Ji Cao almost got the rug pulled out from under him, consumed by a mortal, then fled back to the world.
Divided into two battlefields.
Black Star was in intense battle with the Immortal Resentment that had opened the Gate of Truth.
In the distance, Professor Wales and the Emperor collided, probing, slowly attacking, keeping their trump cards reserved for each other.
Wales, that old man, likes to hide, but the Emperor is a Martial Arts Grandmaster in terms of skill. He is not a cautious person; he excels at using the weak to defeat the strong, with extremely exquisite skill and artistry.
Yet the current Wales made him feel that this person was too peculiar.
He was still hiding.
Far surpassing himself.
"Take this seriously!" the Emperor coldly snorted.
"Why?"
Professor Wales glanced at the Emperor and smiled, saying, "I know history, Emperor, similar flower of Nokron? Meaning, to deal with that one, I must first practice on you?"
Black Star wants to use the combat genius Ji Cao for practice, to battle his upper-rank being: the Emperor.
Wales also wants to use the Emperor for practice, to battle his upper-rank true form: Nokron.
These two battlefields were clearly premeditated.
"Emperor, skilled at using the weak to defeat the strong."
"Using the most exquisite martial arts to counter and defeat the enemy."
Professor Wales’s mecha is a mechanical white snake, continually dodging attacks:
"Initially, you couldn’t do it because your Power of Creation was insufficient. Now you have a creation qualification of 100, right? Barely bridging the shortfall and creating one martial art after another in battle, planning to defeat me?"
"You are indeed walking the path of that man."
The Emperor frowned.
This old man is so insidious, trying to provoke him with words!
Professor Wales kept dodging attacks and did not retaliate. "I thought about it; this kind of approach of yours, liking to use the weak to defeat the strong, is indeed tricky, but why should I fight you? Give you the opportunity to prevail with weakness?"
"If I don’t expose my trump card, you cannot study specific martial arts to counter."
"If I don’t appear strong, you cannot prevail with weakness."
The Emperor’s character is cold, but a hint of speechlessness appeared in his cool eyes.
This old man, truly detestable!
Truly a master of logic.
Yet there’s truly nothing he could do to him.
Despite being far stronger than himself, he never truly took action.
It was the same for dealing with Black Star back then; it’s the same now: no matter how strong or weak the enemy is, he does not move.
He seems to adhere to the notion that as long as I don’t lay my cards on the table, I will never lose.
As long as I don’t fight, my win rate is permanently 100%.
The old man pushed his glasses, "People like you, very much looking forward to fighting masters, right? You’ve been waiting to engage me? Are you very disappointed now?"
"But sorry, I am merely a scientist. If your battle is against me in research, discussing knowledge, I am very willing."
The Emperor fell into complete silence.
This kind of old man, truly more detestable than Minis.
Rumble!
People continued to battle.
And beside him, Ji Cao was already in a heavily injured state, took a deep breath, and said to the Elf Divine King Minis inside him, "What now?"
He resigned himself, prepared to commit suicide to bring out Atabia.
Not only was he made to kill his father, but he was also forced to retaliate fiercely against those gods who wanted to snatch him, ending up with nothing, yet now...
He can’t even die.
"Stall!" Minis took a deep breath, "Three days, we hold out for three days, lure them into a great war and delay time."
Ji Cao couldn’t escape; confined outside the Chaos Wall, he could only stall for time.
