My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 436 - 422: Eerie

On the other side.

Sylvie and Sylph were still observing, frowning as they watched the sudden change in the battle.

Atabia actually came out.

Originally, after Immortal Resentment was defeated, they planned to continue waiting in the shadows for the right moment to act, but now that the situation had changed, taking action might not be an option anymore...

"We don’t need to join in, we can’t win." Sylph thought it over and said straightforwardly, "With the situation as it is, joining in would be seeking death."

Sylvie nodded, ready to give up.

They both had a good sense of their own abilities.

That Atabia seemed too monstrous, and now they didn’t even have the thought of participating.

"You two are going to forfeit?" Nokron sat beside them, sipping tea.

"Seems like it."

Sylvie wasn’t upset, "Your Majesty, let us continue to serve you as maids. These people are too outrageous. Our era has not yet arrived; we still need some accumulation."

It’s good if this land can become the victor.

But even if we can’t become victors and gain a seat among the Ancient Gods, following Your Majesty through the realms is also a good choice. It’s not necessary to be tied down here and manage this area.

In their eyes, the present-day All Heavens and Myriad Realms seemed much more fascinating.

Especially after Atabia’s description, which revealed a new system of this multi-dimensional world—the Creation System.

"Atabia cursed those Creator Gods so intensely,"

Sylvie said, "Is what he said true? Is there a third system in the cosmos, and is our land here too backward? And Herodotus, the warrior from the past, just misleading people?"

Is what he says reliable?

Heh.

Li Qing remained silent.

How would I know if Herodotus, from the start, was leading people astray? A proper and elegant Creator God learning the step-by-step cultivation of mortals?

However, if Atabia says it’s correct, then it must be correct.

After all, he seems to have really walked out the path of a Creator God’s cultivation.

In the future, all Creator Gods will cultivate in this way.

But my Creation Clan is a third system independent of the extraordinary and technology?

It’s quite embarrassing to say.

Li Qing, this old ancestor Creator God, only now being enlightened by this descendant Creator God, only now realizing there’s another way to cultivate??

It’s a bit shameful.

But well, this Creator God, like Atabia, never took cultivation seriously—building libraries, consuming people, creating various creatures, collecting blueprints...

Really unknowingly following the essence of the Creation lineage.

Of course, Li Qing couldn’t say it like that.

Li Qing nodded, speaking solemnly:

"Ultimately, you guys have noticed it. I thought it would take a bit longer, progressing step by step... This land is very backward, twisted, and the true Great Thousand expansive realms are certainly not like this. The high and mighty Creator Gods do indeed have their own unique systems to strengthen themselves."

"One by one, the Creator Gods within the worlds indeed do not need to cultivate."

Li Qing conformed to the trend of the heavens, secretly modifying the version.

"So that’s it." Sylvie also did not doubt, "The common people at the bottom must cultivate stage by stage, while the Creator Gods, born sacred, only compete in Creation Science. As long as the capacity to create is sufficient, creating beings, there’s no need to honestly cultivate and evolve through stages, instantly jumping from the first to the eighth realization."

"Hmph, it doesn’t matter." Sylph shook her head, "Following the mortal path as a Creator God, it’s still okay, I guess. Since I have already cultivated, the path has been walked."

"That’s true." Sylvie, feeling disheartened by Atabia from afar, faced this monster with a damaged Tao Heart, thus deciding not to go up, directly conceding.

If she went up, she would probably just get beaten.

Simultaneously, they could not possibly doubt.

Their Majesty, and even the two former Ancient Gods, must surely come from a vast scope of universal heavens and have seen the true orthodoxy.

The distant battle still raged, colliding.

"Your Majesty, Atabia, what’s he planning to do with Ji Cao?" After forfeiting, Sylvie became bolder, daring to ask about these inside matters, unconcerned about speaking unfairly.

Li Qing said, "For Herodotus."

The 105-grade Ji Cao had only one plant.

Even in the future, should this race’s medicinal field produce another limit-breaking genius, it might only be grades 101 or 102, with significantly weaker aptitude.

The medicinal effect would be much lower.

Knowing this, Atabia aimed for the Ji Cao, because the higher the effect, the more likely it was to awaken Herodotus.

Herodotus was dead to the point of only having a graveyard left, his soul entangled with countless grievances, like tangled yarn, more thoroughly dead than Atabia.

He hadn’t even checked if Herodotus could be saved, just urgently grabbing the Immortal Grass.

It was true love after all.

With a loud rumble, thick white clouds surged, impacting layer by layer of crystal walls, shaking tall buildings, demon sects, cities, mountains, lands, and soils of the inner worlds on both sides, thoroughly boiling several hundred surrounding worlds.

An ancient god war affecting a vast surrounding realm of heavens, with a peculiar periodicity.

Because the flow speeds were different.

Within a world, a day to a hundred years, outside was the usual speed. With the time flow differential, every seven or eight months, just-built houses would experience a violent tremor, destroying everything again.

This horrifying catastrophe was called by the beings inside the world as: Space-Time Tide, silently praying toward the Chaos outside.

Not to mention the small worlds being affected.

Boom!

Emperor attacked continuously.

"Impressive combat strength."

Atabia’s eyes were cold, black hair draping over shoulders, body crystal-clear white, an unimaginable astonishing power brewed within the giant’s bearing of every movement.

"However, battles aren’t about mere combat talent. Your species is a bit outdated, needs improvement, keeping up with the times."

To perfect one’s craft, one must first sharpen one’s tools.

No matter how high a person’s combat talent, the difference between wielding a stick and a treasure sword is very pronounced.

The Emperor could triumph over others with lesser strength, but now, even though Atabia wasn’t keen on or skilled in battle, his actual combat power wasn’t low, just slightly below today’s Emperor.

And the Martial Path Race and the Emperor’s bloodline have not been updated for a long time, or rather, have virtually not been updated at all.

Every potential Cosmic Race must have a top-tier Creator God as a backing.

For Wizards, Minis is updating.

For Immortal Dao, Black Star is updating. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The Demon Path, and even a newly rising Ji Cao, allow for a bunch of grade 97 researchers to advance in cultivation.

But this Martial Path lineage does not have any limit-breaking research Creator God, updating the Martial Path Race... still stuck in the most primitive era of the Martial Path continent.

Emperor truly was defeating stronger with weaker before his eyes.

However, if Professor Wales wasn’t holding back, Emperor wouldn’t have struggled so much either.

Seeing Professor Wales so blatantly slacking, allowing Emperor to fight alone, Atabia wasn’t angry because he wasn’t fond of battle either, and praised: "You are an amusing person."

"Thank you."

Professor Wales smiled, his expression not so warm, and said:

"We scholars seek knowledge and wisdom, the principles of the universe, but are not fond of such fighting and killing. However, the Emperor and I cannot lose."

"So? Are you still not going to act? What are you thinking?" Atabia’s movements quickly transitioned from very clumsy to skillful, adapting to the battle.

Even though it was his first real battle like this, he exhibited an immensely exaggerated learning capability.

Boom!

Meanwhile, Emperor’s expression grew colder, ignoring the playful banter between the two, his actions increasingly coordinated, suffused with an ineffable rhythm.

"Standing shoulder to shoulder with this old man, he isn’t reliable."

"But basically trustworthy; he’s planning something by not acting."

Emperor’s combat wisdom was very high, naturally not like Black Star, that foolish teammate, who, seeing the other slacking, couldn’t help but curse.

Still, can’t entirely trust Professor Wales.

Now Emperor could feel it.

Atabia was a monster, a real monster.

A guy renowned for research with such exaggerated combat prowess, yet with this talent, seemed to have almost never truly fought.

And this battle intent, personal combat style, soul will, Atabia certainly couldn’t develop quickly.

"Ultimately, a scholar. While he hasn’t adapted... I must urgently strike to defeat him." Emperor’s eyes suddenly shot golden light, another instance of triumphing over the strong with the weak. Relying on Professor Wales, it was better to probe and defeat the opponent himself.

Boom!

At this moment, Emperor suddenly exerted force.

Meanwhile, he started to hear Professor Wales’s voice: "Sorry, I can’t make a move, because once I do, he has already realized something is amiss with me."

"His talent for research is too exaggerated. If I act, he might learn my true hidden realm and abilities. Once he learns everything, we’ll all be dead."

"So, you have to defeat him in the same realm."