My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 432 - 418 Giant God Species

The great war rages outside, spreading death and destruction everywhere. Three thousand demonic True Gods ventured into the Chaos to draw enemy fire; it is an unprecedented battle.

"The thirty million True God Suicide Squad has already been wiped out... the remaining battles are no longer our concern, though the dead True Gods piling up in front of the Gate of Truth were plundered," Wadon whispered softly as he observed from within the Crystal Wall.

"There’s nothing we can do. Heading to the heavens was always a venture with little chance of survival," another Wadon responded, "Anyway, the requirements have been met."

They appear to be like the second-generation Demon Emperor, acting essentially as a black glove, doing the bidding of powerful figures. Without a background, they couldn’t have sent that many Earthlings here to cultivate, fostering a Spiritual Qi Revival.

Next comes their own era, regardless of the outcome outside.

In this era, the painful nurturing of thirty million new-generation True Gods has been lost, yet to Wadon, the second-generation Demon Emperor, this is of little consequence. In a Mythical Era where True Gods can be mass-produced, what do tens or hundreds of millions matter?

It’s vast here.

One world is the size of Earth, with tens of billions of inhabitants, as large as the Martial Path continent. Producing tens of thousands of ordinary True Gods in a world is effortless, and these thousands of All Heavens worlds are merely exhausting the talent of an era for the All Heavens Dynasty.

"Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix."

Wadon spoke, "From now on, we will not go out, we will rule this era."

"Isn’t it exhilarating? We rule untold races, thousands of worlds... too vast and broad, we may not be able to hold it for long, likely to be overthrown," another Wadon commented, with the world so large, once a few more Limit Break geniuses emerge, they will be dethroned.

As they were discussing, an incredible variable arrived.

Because, led by Aurora, with a tiny man in hand, they appeared before them.

"Sir Atabia, if you need any information, just ask them for it."

Aurora received notifications from Minis and Ji Cao, thus becoming Atabia’s Path Guardian, protecting him during this time.

The man frowned, "No need for information, resources are enough, time is pressing... anyway, Minis has already given me most of the core information, covering all the foundations he can currently find."

Wadon paused in silence, his heart pounding.

This!??

Emperor Atabia.

That crafty fellow Minis, did he actually create such a great deity?

"Give me a location, a resource treasury, I don’t need people, I can manage alone," Atabia said plainly.

"No problem, Your Majesty please!"

Soon, under the urgent arrangement of two Wadons, everything was ready.

In a colossal national treasury of demonic information, countless resources and world specialties were piled here, all-encompassing.

"Need manpower?" Wadon couldn’t help but ask, sending a batch of Earth scientists to mingle, maybe to ride on the coat-tails of the legendary most powerful man in history.

"No need," the man closed the door directly.

The two looked at each other outside.

Indeed, history is unproblematic.

Atabia is an independent scholar, entirely different from others; while others need innumerable assistants and scientists for assistance, he prefers to work alone. To him, assistants and scientists are merely burdens who ask all sorts of low-level questions.

"Three days, one thousand five hundred years, the speed is too slow."

Wadon pondered for a moment, immediately saying, "In today’s mature era, with cultivating pills, cultivation speed is faster than before. A True God only needs about a thousand years, but the first unobservable realm of a Divine Upper stage requires at least ten thousand years, and the second untouchable realm another ten thousand years."

Even with breakthroughs, a normal strong one would take 25,000 years.

Can Atabia, defying the heavens, truly complete it in just fifteen hundred years?

"Which race do you think he will choose?" Wadon asked.

"Hmm, first, eliminate the Immortal Race. The Martial Path Race is possible, given that the skill looks very fitting for him. The possibility with the Demon Race is minimal; choosing this race would equate to being an Immortal Grass more miraculous than Ji Cao, making everyone envious, willingly turning into Monk Tang’s meat?"

"The Wizard Race is also highly plausible, Minis’ native race, origins of the Elf Race."

The two kept discussing.

"No, he seems inclined to create a new race," Aurora interjected.

Wadon’s face changed, his heart pounding, "Is that even possible? In fifteen hundred years, just cultivation is hard enough; creating a race anew??"

Race creation is an intricate and painstaking craft.

Only through endless refined versions can a foundation for a strong race across all Heavens be established.

If created hastily and unpolished, it’s better to pick a readily mature Extraordinary Race.

In their eyes, even the speed of cultivation is insufficient, and to create a race is an act of overreaching; can he keep up with Ji Cao?

Outside, Ji Cao is about to meet his demise, and soon who the victor will be, will be evident.

"He seems like he wants to create a race," Aurora thought, "As for the time constraint... he seems to address it from a racial standpoint, since the cultivation time is insufficient, why not directly create a race that is born as True Gods?"

Wadon and his companion fell silent.

This...

Is such thought only available to a great figure?

Why bother cultivating?

Skip over one cultivation realm after another in a single leap, this race is born at the endpoint.

While others are born as perfect Third Senses.

Here they are born as perfect Eighth Sense True Gods?

This skips five realms.

Is it even possible? It might be. Aren’t those mechanical armors in some sense born as True Gods?

Born as Divine Base life forms!

Still completely natural; others rise from carbon-based, iron-based, or silicon-based... and here it reaches the endpoint in one step.

"He researched a lot of mechanical data."

Aurora stood at the door, her face solemn, "Though I don’t know too much, I do know if this race truly succeeded, it would be born sacred, utterly altering an era completely."

"At the same time, this race has no Demigod stage at all, directly skipping, possibly undergoing an aberration like those Mechanical True Gods, lacking the Demigod realm traits."

In Wadon’s mind, a racial prototype quickly emerged.

A race extremely scarce in number, born as gods, unable to transform other species into a super species...

Divine Race?

And swiftly, they saw a grand and exquisite Tower of Babel starting to rise upon the earth.

Realization struck them abruptly as they shouted in shock, "It’s not just Divine Race...but Chaotic Universe-level Giant Divine Race!"

Boom!

They merely saw the sudden movement of that one Giant.

And at this moment, Atabia, the scientist inside the Tower of Babel, slowly turned his head to see the approach of a blond young man, frowning slightly.

"Don’t be afraid, born True God, akin to Divine Level mecha, researching mechanical blueprints, how can you not have these?" the man smiled gently.

"I’ll give you a little help."

A light touch on Atabia’s forehead with his hand.

Endless mechanical True God schematics, various low-level True Gods, Celestial Vaulting levels, Divine Upper levels... the foundations of dozens of advanced cosmic civilizations surged into his mind.

"These were what I collected previously, out trading fire torches," the man suddenly spoke, calmly, "Let me see how far you can go."