My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 543 - 513 Dream Garment and the Era of the Past_2

Chapter 543: Chapter 513 Dream Garment and the Era of the Past_2

"I still have to go back and take a look." In his contemplation, Li Qing’s gaze fell on the Time Machine experiment in Zone One.

Now, after hundreds of years, it’s time to activate the Time Machine again.

He wondered about the scenery over there now, having hurriedly left after setting it up to rush back and watch dramas.

"Another forty thousand years have passed."

Li Qing let out a light laugh, choosing not to attend the ceremony this time. Instead, he returned to his private Cultivation Room in Zone Eight, sat down, and silently closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Million Gods in Zone One, scientists each, moved to measure data, preparing to initiate the seventh Time Machine experiment once more.

"This time, why hasn’t he come?"

"I don’t know, perhaps he’s tired of it."

"It’s just as well, no need to put on a facade for him anymore."

One by one, the Million Gods chuckled, reactivating the Time Machine. The entire Crystal Wall region flowed backward, swiftly returning to the past.

And from afar, Li Qing gently closed his eyes, his thoughts following the Time Machine back to the so-called past.

...

Forty thousand years slowly elapsed.

Ever since that hand traversing time left again, the wrath of the Million Gods caused great upheavals, stirring up an unprecedented era of the great godly age.

Under the unprecedented leadership of the 120th Emperor, the Gods thoroughly comprehended the power of "rules," constantly studying the world’s rules.

Authority became a tangible representation of the Gods’ class power, leading to cross-era progress.

Using an entirely new method, they replaced the Dark Matter Array Computer to enhance their comprehension of rule parameters.

They termed it the faith of all beings.

Using all beings as the computer.

This was inspired by the path from Demigod to God, akin to a fish god, producing a species through other creatures’ mutation: blackhead fish, mackerel, goldeneye snapper, capelin, tuna; they cultivated their Life Map, then recycled to form Life Rings.

They now did likewise, distributing strands of rule parameter diagrams to all beings, allowing them to cultivate, and then recycling small fragments to form Divine Rings.

Thus, various Faith Divine Series began to truly emerge.

The believers cultivated the law of the Gods, the rules of the Gods, achieving greatness through the power granted by the Gods!

"This is no longer traditional physics, but a true magical Mythical Era, not needing to adhere to the existing order and rules; they shall be true seekers of truth, perfecting and modifying the mysteries between heaven and earth, touching the rules of the unseen."

"The ignition of flames can occur without the three elements of combustion; Mages can ignite flames from thin air, storms can be created through breaths, frost can be nurtured through shouts."

"This is the greatest era!"

This is a world filled with magic, across the vast land of Sicily.

The great Silver Dragon, creator of the starry sky, the Holy Knight wielding the Sun Divine Sword, alongside Nether Beasts able to destroy billions of territories with a surprise attack.

The God of War, God of Justice, the God governing the skies, and the God governing the earth, countless Divine Spirits harnessing countless faith.

The current era is true Extravagance contrary to the definition of physics.

At this time, on the supreme throne, a man wielding the Cosmic First Fruit looked down upon the Million Gods below.

"This time, he will return, he will return soon."

"Because the time overlap of crossing is about due, if he does not forcibly seize the Time Machine, then we shall communicate with our true selves, hence he will inevitably control the Time Machine and come."

"He has no choice, he must come, if he does not wish to expose himself to the true us of the future."

Sicily’s visage was icy yet noble, quietly looking up to the sky,

"This will be our true battle."

"This will wager everything I have."

...

...

In the dim and somber cosmic starry sky.

Behind lies a transparent, soccer-ball-like Crystal Wall great world, while outside, planets overrun by zombies abound.

Indeed.

Over the years, the Million Gods could not care less about the zombie catastrophe plaguing the native residents outside, who still lived in the zombie era.

Outside, numerous planets remain.

"Haven’t we found it yet?" The Holy Dragon’s voice carried a hint of helplessness.

Minis and the Holy Dragon have nurtured themselves on this land for countless years; arriving when they were only thirty thousand years old, now almost two hundred thousand.

Yet at this moment, they have become part of the Million Gods among the Divine Series.

The surrounding starry sky was dark, one star sea blueprint after another unfolded before their eyes.

With continuous traversing, they seemed to be searching for something in this vast Dark Matter Cosmic.

"Probably won’t find... that planet, will we?" Minis sighed softly.

He once discussed his origin with Professor Wales; the old man was also a native of this Dark Matter Cosmic, which is his homeland.

And that old fellow hailed from a parallel Earth in the Dark Matter Cosmic...

That planet is the mysterious place worth exploring.

The legendary God of Dream Garment and the Old Man Wales, both are said to be from this barren, backward planet.

It’s a pity they don’t know the exact location.

After all, who had the idle conversation with the Old Man Wales about specific locations and information specifics?

Back then, they didn’t know they would traverse to prehistory at all.

Now Minis only knows it’s a round planet, surrounded by oceans, with a satellite, existing in a primitive technological society.

Alright.

With such a method of searching, most of the life planets in this cosmos exhibit these traits.

"Too little information." Minis frowned, "Besides, even if we find that planet, the era might not align, right?"

Now, it was the Dark Matter Universe, ten thousand years ago.

Who knows whether that old man, during the zombie outbreak, fled Earth at an era ten thousand years ago?

Perhaps it was during the crossroads of eight or twenty thousand years?

No matter, Minis decided to still seek it out, having nothing to do, thinking that if they could meet the past Professor Wales, it’d indeed be interesting.

Perhaps even discover the God of Dream Garment?

Though the two might be mere mirrored clones, they’d still be meaningful.

Swish.

With nothing better to do, they continued wandering among the starry sky.

"Probably not over there, either." Just as Minis was about to leave, the Holy Dragon suddenly pointed to a distant azure-colored planet.

"That blue one kind of looks like it." the Holy Dragon stated.

"Is that the beautiful blue planet? That one’s gray-black, clearly enduring various nuclear pollution, chemical leaks in the seas, atmospheric holes, outer space filled with garbage rings, the color doesn’t match." Minis was speechless.

The Old Man Wales spoke of a beautiful azure planet.

Truth be told, over the years, Minis felt there wasn’t much hope, yet having come this far, he quickly approached that planet, landing directly.

Swish.

Descending, they appeared in a modern city, hiding their forms, transforming into the locals on this planet.

The surrounding streets reflected a primitive technological civilization, constructed of cement and bricks, strung with a few electrical wires, pitiful in the eyes of the Gods.

Of course, even the organisms on the streets were pitifully pockmarked with bacteria, quite disgusting.

Truly worthy of a primitive planetary civilization, having not seen one in quite some time, any advancement in technology would lead to Third Senses biological optimization, making life less repulsive.

"This place hasn’t had a zombie outbreak?" The Holy Dragon was a bit speechless; this was quite the lucky stray.

"Stop arguing, let me check." Minis abruptly spoke, his consciousness diving into the entire planet’s internet, searching for the existence named Wales.

Soon, information convened, a middle-aged man named Wales gradually appearing before their eyes, hailed as the most formidable genius of the twenty-first century, expert in Space Mechanics, professor in genetic engineering... with various titles.

"It actually exists?" Minis was a bit surprised, "Have we found this era’s old man?"