My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 439 - 425 Life and Death

The Emperor glanced at the distant battlefield.

Black Star had indeed lost to Minis and was already running, diving deep into the Chaos Maze, as staying would mean death.

"Minis, I will remember you!"

Black Star, covered in blood, declared, "You, Emperor, one day, I will also surely bring you down, just as no one should underestimate the poor youth!"

With these harsh words, Black Star fled.

It was indeed the Mortal Cultivation Stream, a fleeing style, making enemies, spouting harsh words, escaping, changing the map, exploring the secret realms next door, and then returning as the Dragon King.

But could he not lose?

Black Star had consecutively fought Ji Cao, Immortal Resentment, and over a dozen Divine Upper mechas... Even though he had taken so much medicine that not a drop of urine was left, he was already exhausted, and only then did Minis swoop in to take advantage.

How could such a straightforward and passionate protagonist-like figure as Black Star not be angry?

Minis was truly unscrupulous.

"Black Star lost, so what?"

The Emperor took a deep breath.

"The outcome has been decided, hasn’t it?" Atabia said calmly, his expression so composed it seemed as if he hadn’t just experienced a battle.

The implication was clear.

This battle was about who could first break through to Perfection, permanently remaining at the Unobservable Level, in a state of 100% invincibility.

After fighting for so long, both Atabia and the Emperor broke through almost simultaneously, with neither gaining an upper hand, and now they couldn’t attack each other; both were invincible.

How could they attack?

They couldn’t attack anymore, the two could no longer continue fighting, so the battle for Ji Cao was between Black Star and Minis, and Minis had already won...

Step!

Step, step!

Atabia’s figure slowly approached, quickly "passing through" the Emperor’s body, walking towards Minis in the distance.

"Well done."

Atabia said flatly.

"It was only natural," Minis replied, "Just a mere Black Star, only good at spouting harsh words, naturally no match for me."

"Raise the torch."

Atabia looked coldly at the two transparent specters beside him, the Emperor and Professor Wales, instructing:

"I am now at the Untouchable Level, unable to touch anything external, cannot hold the torch, you just need to keep the torch lit, illuminate the Emperor’s form and position, so you are not ambushed by him."

"Minis, you can rest assured, if the Emperor attempts to attack you, I will break his hand."

If the opponent dared to leave the Untouchable Level, to strike in person, entering an attackable state, he would unveil a strike.

Reveal a hand, chop a hand.

Reveal a foot, chop a foot.

Like the first Unobservable Level, the second Untouchable Level had a unique mechanism for unveiling strikes.

He just needed to protect Minis, then the Emperor couldn’t ambush, and Minis was only a realm lower, not something that would be instantly eliminated either.

The Emperor frowned.

This art of battle... was somewhat exasperating.

The mechanism of realms had too many mysteries.

Black Star had already lost, if he attacked the victor Minis, he would surely be ambushed.

"Minis, kill Ji Cao, prepare to preserve it as raw material, lest dreams multiply over time," Atabia’s voice was very cold.

The Emperor frowned again but had nothing to say.

The opponent had already lit the bonfire, establishing a Divine Country in the Chaos, the most crucial issue was that he and Professor Wales were still "guests" in that Divine Country illuminated by the bonfire.

They could only watch with wide eyes.

Could they really let the opponent win, at such a close distance, face to face? To take the Immortal Grass?

How was this different from being tied up and watching those who bullied them face to face?

"What?" Atabia said, "Wales, are you going to strike? You don’t dare to strike, fearing I will see the details of the next realm and take the opportunity to study you?"

"What next realm?" Minis blinked.

After all, he had been fighting Black Star all along, with no mind for what was happening next door.

"It’s quite obvious."

Atabia smiled, "These two could clearly join forces to defeat me. The old man is a research talent and also combat power, could help out, but does not dare to strike, perhaps because of the next realm’s details, not daring to strike, it’s not hard to guess."

"If the two join forces, I might not be able to win..."

"Wales, you are too cautious, too steady, you lost in steadiness."

Professor Wales was silent for a moment.

But he also dared not risk it, it was too reckless, two people striking could very well kill him, but also might be forcefully resisted by the opponent, delaying time to study a new realm, this guy was, after all, a research Emperor.

This battle was indeed fought with restraint, hesitantly with much foresight.

"So what?" Professor Wales said to the person next to him, "Ji Cao, aren’t you going to resist once? Minis is also seriously injured, Atabia also dares not strike, if he reaches out, we chop his hand."

Ji Cao had been watching them, silently, for a while before standing up, and simply said, "Minis, fight me."

"Alright." Minis said nothing more.

In an instant, dazzling light, a halo flashed across the entire ground.

"Kill!" Ji Cao’s entire being was surging with vitality, like a vast ocean.

This battle lasted for a long time.

Wales and others did not intervene, nor could they, just quietly watching.

Finally, as the already severely injured Ji Cao was about to fall, Minis finally stopped.

Ji Cao looked around at everyone with a wry smile, shaking his head, revealing a trace of ease, "In the end, it’s the circumstances that make the hero, but ultimately time is not on my side, heaven doesn’t favor me..."

Thump, thump, thump.

Ji Cao’s heart was failing, and his skin quickly withered, losing moisture.

The whole person seemed to become a skinny, shriveled wood, shrinking and shortening, eventually transforming into a dragon-shaped green Dragon Ginseng.

His entire being gradually rooted in the soil, a stalk of green Immortal Grass swayed atop, Ji Cao slowly leaned against a portion of the Crystal Wall, his gaze looking through the ruins of the misty battlefield, towards the distant Demon Path world.

"They continue to resist, and ultimately another Demon Emperor will arise..."

In a daze, he seemed to see the future of this land, his descendants would emerge periodically to find a chance against the Gods.

"I’m merely the first to start," Ji Cao said.

"Ji Cao, this is not a struggle for freedom, it’s just fate you’ve forced upon them... you are also father, imposing hope and future on your children,"

Atabia said calmly beside, "This land need not bear tragedy, you twisted the earth, creating Demon Path Cultivators, coveted by others."

Ji Cao was slightly stunned, then smiled.

Yes, indeed, it was I who passed pain onto the common people, made them Demons, opposing the Heaven’s Gods day and night.

Suddenly, Black Star Immortal Emperor’s friendly and gentle face appeared before him.

"At the end of the day, I was merely jealous of the Immortals’ happiness, angry at my tragedy..."

The mist covered again, leaving only the Ginseng Immortal Grass leaning against the bloodstained Crystal Wall, no shadow remaining.

Yet most Demonic Path Cultivators ultimately did not know their tragedy was caused by the Primordial Demon Emperor, their tragedy unchangeable.

The Gods would not favor them, for as long as the Demon Path existed, this land repeatedly produced Immortal Grass, a monumental opportunity.

The war between Demon Mortals and Chaos Gods had become destiny.

In the distant future, no one remembered the Primordial Demon Emperor was the source of tragedy, only that scene would be recorded in future generations.

[Demon Sacrifice Era 2863, Primordial Demon Emperor Ji Cao, swept across twelve thousand worlds, established the Demon Path Dynasty, invaded Chaos, resisted the Eldritch Gods, died and became Dao, prison turned to garden, Crystal Wall climbed by vines.]

The night was deep.

The tall man in the pavilion closed the history book, smiled, and said, "Demons born from Immortals, eventually becoming enemies through day and night, they all vie for the same freedom."

"Father, that Ji Cao..." the child showed a look of sentiment.

Resentment of the father, yet becoming a father, resentment is passed on, imposing one’s grievances on one’s children, to fulfill one’s dreams through them.

And many fathers in this world, is it not the same?

Children are free, not slaves to their fathers.

When the Creator Gods enslave the common people, eventually there will arise madmen like Elis.

"History is distant, time stretches long, I’ve almost forgotten, that Ji Cao was once also my descendant... his blood once flowed with mine." The man just smiled, slowly looked at the sky, his gaze crossing the Celestial Vault, as if seeing his most glorious days in ancient times.