My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 441 - 427: Testing

This prosperous world in the All Heavens domain was impacted by the battles of the Chaos Gods.

Wave after wave of Immortal Grass True God Suicide Squad covered the entire All Heavens.

After this battle, with the emergence of a large number of Spirit Grass, the corridor’s prison scenery had transformed into a corridor of plants and ancient murals.

It was as if walking in a vast chaotic green forest, with vines occasionally wrapping around the glass windows of side rooms, while the dead Immortal Grass on the floor nurtured vitality, turning into lawns in the new chaos.

In the eerie and deep jungle.

Behind him, the maids Sylvie and Sylph slightly frowned, and could not help but say, "Atabia, this man is truly bold!"

"Daring to visit the Emperor." Sylvie said.

In their eyes, Atabia’s aptitude was indeed undeniable, perhaps even equal to the qualifications of the Light Ancient God or Thunderbolt Ancient God.

And how could Emperor Nokron be simple?

In terms of aptitude, he would not be weaker than his opponent, and while Atabia had yet to mature, the Emperor was already at the pinnacle.

A genius who has yet to mature ultimately isn’t a genius.

Otherwise, Atabia wouldn’t have died back then.

Li Qing ignored the exchange between the two women, just shook his head at the sight, and looked at the Tower of Babel Emperor coming from the past, thinking:

"Atabia is still the same, but his and Professor Wales’ rivalry does help me perfect certain things."

This is a mad internal competition.

Professor Wales brought out the three Divine Upper levels, the end of the universe, for himself.

Atabia presented a third system for himself, the Creation System.

Such intense competition and killings, the two tigers fighting, in the end, the one who benefits is certainly still oneself.

This round is a huge profit.

Massive gain.

The three Divine Upper realms allowed me to glimpse the end of the realm, and the Creation System perfected the Crystal Wall Multiverse.

It’s entirely a major qualitative transformation, with a deeper foundation.

"But Atabia is coming..."

Li Qing couldn’t help but frown.

Atabia is now only halfway through his fight with Professor Wales and the Emperor, having reached a stalemate, and suddenly he wants to cause trouble for the referee??

It’s like a world-class boxing match, halfway through, suddenly not wanting to win or lose, running to beat the referee blowing the whistle on the side—what’s the difference?

Not following martial arts principles.

Li Qing’s first thought now is how to respond to this sudden disaster.

After all, I’m the false Crystal Series universe.

Where are there any All Heavens and Myriads of Realms?

Only a small mental hospital, that’s all.

The world is virtual... and how to maintain the worldview, not letting them pierce through my façade, is the biggest problem right now.

Li Qing felt particularly calm, putting down the book in his hands:

"In the earliest times, because I was weak, I had to try and forcibly kill him, and now with such bold provocation for a second time, I should find a way to subdue him, suppress him."

Li Qing’s brain spun rapidly.

Bits and pieces of information flashed through, constantly summarizing data, deducing various perfect response methods.

It’s danger but also opportunity.

He needs to find a way to turn this sudden accident into an opportunity.

...

...

"Truly... beautiful," Atabia sighed lightly.

Originally, that Light Ancient God stood outside the chaos, constantly enlarging floods, overlooking the environment of their world from the outside.

Now, he himself stood at that place.

"Minis, do you think this world is truly ever-changing? Unbelievable?"

Atabia said lightly: "Who would have thought, that the Atabia Dynasty that built the Tower of Babel could achieve its initial dream? Walking outside the Crystal Wall Domain."

"Yes, Your Majesty, from the earliest civilization to the ultimate civilization, like two ends of a road."

Minis followed quietly from behind.

He too felt deeply emotional, Minis was an ordinary person, a mortal, once saddened by the departure of the Elf Gods age on the Tree of Sadness, the end of the Atabians.

And now, after enduring countless hardships, finally bringing back everything of the old days, giving him a sense of satisfaction as if living in a dream.

With years of accumulation, like a butterfly breaking through its cocoon, his era, no, the era of the Atabians, finally blossomed into flowers.

Minis also knew he could not stop Atabia, Atabia was a madman who liked to take unconventional paths but definitely not a fool eager to die.

"Minis, do you know?"

Atabia slowly said: "Through things, seeing the truth, this battle in the All Heavens domain, Emperor? Professor Wales? Winning or losing might not even be that important in the eyes of those upper rankers."

"Winning, what can you gain, the throne of this Divine Country’s rule? Becoming a lower-grade ancient god of this region under their command?"

"We are like beasts on a chessboard, before me, I’m more concerned with the player behind the game, Thunderbolt Ancient God, Light Ancient God, Nokron..."

"Go seek the referee, negotiate, talk, control your own fate."

Atabia is someone who likes to think outside the box and does not like to be controlled or restricted.

Professor Wales prefers stability.

So he wanted to gain control of this land, to receive recognition by joining a faction, gaining the opportunity for some promotion through proper channels, having a background and support, to establish a foothold in this vast and endless multiverse.

But in Atabia’s view, even the ancient god position of this land is not important.

He is confident in conquering one world after another in other lands, even in more distant heavens, establishing a Divine Country, why should he stay here, myopic and narrow-minded?

He wants to talk, to probe, to communicate, to understand what the other party intends to do.

This world is nothing but gains and losses.

And in the distance, the Emperor chose to follow afar with Professor Wales, watching the "room" lights from afar, faintly seeing the gentle orange-yellow light emanating out.

They saw Atabia, boldly open the door.

The Crystal Wall rolled apart like a transparent water curtain, and Atabia just walked right in.

"Where is this place??"

The moment he came in, Atabia felt something was amiss.

This was a small world, considered within the universe, clearly any Divine Upper level entering would dissolve, be disintegrated, yet he felt no discomfort in this small world.

The room inside was filled with rows of bookshelves, with various books arranged on them, the room had the layout of a study, with an extremely elegant style.

In the graceful starlight like fog of the fireplace, the man’s eyes shone like stars as he sat in a rocking chair looking serenely at a book.

The man lifted his head and straightforwardly said: "Atabia, you are probably the strongest person to have ever emerged from my homeland."