My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 557 - 527: The Rebirth of the Atabia Dynasty
The world was in jubilation.
After numerous upheavals, the Dark Matter Cosmic finally defeated the hidden mastermind, achieving an unprecedented victory.
"The map over there is incorrect, make an adjustment."
"Yes, that crystal wall cell over there, create a gap for easier passage!"
"The crystal wall cell over there, open up a main artery of a great road! It should be large so as not to constrain human traffic."
"This Giant should have about 250 trillion blood vessels, twelve meridians... a vast Ten Thousand Realms, this is our Divine Domain."
Brand new Million Ancient Gods excitedly walked through the gaps in the crystal wall cells, re-guiding the mortal civilizations and rebuilding various regions.
The Giant is a piece of the Divine Domain, and now to develop, the city map needs to be replanned, arranging buildings, meridians, skeletons, and blood vessels...
And the core of the All Heavens is in the brain of the Giant.
The Divine King resides on the throne of the central neuron, this "ant" controls the entire Giant.
For essentially, it is a Divine King controlling his own Divine Country in battle; the current Giant is merely the Divine Country, not the true body.
The Emperor of Sicily now merged with Atabia, condensing the timeline, since a space-time cannot contain two of him, becoming one again after proving the Dao.
To commemorate the birth of the new era, the Million Gods Dynasty was renamed to the Atabia Dynasty.
They referred to themselves as Atabians.
This is a brand new era.
It could be said that after cycles of cause and effect, crossing time and again, they shattered destiny, ushering in unprecedented freedom!
And as time passed by the second.
In the blink of an eye, it was a hundred years later.
Everyone had initially adapted to the newly established Rule Level Civilization Giant, becoming familiar with their respective powers.
And the mortals of the underlying All Heavens world civilization, due to the third fate war, their ruler in these All Heavens, the great Time Divine King Atabia, fought by building the Tower of Babel in three different space-times, confronting the Giant God, writing various epic historical verses, erupting in an unprecedentedly brilliant cultural epoch.
Poetry, biographies, and novels continually appeared in small worlds, becoming legend as cosmic myths at the beginning of time and space.
Massive deities were continuously glorified, with the Imperial General Herodotus, the Emperor of the Empire Atabia, and the long-enduring Minis being sung, linking the past with future nodes.
Minis also became a founding elder of civilization slightly above Despair, You Qin, and Colorful.
The originally Holy Light Dragon, Fat Dragon, having defected, also became the new mascot of the Atabia Dynasty, living a life of complete Perfection.
Including history’s Professor Wales, who was originally a native of this land, having favored ten thousand years ago, the Million Gods completely excluded prejudice against him, making him one of the civilization’s upper echelon.
After all, these individuals are all related by blood to the Atabia Dynasty.
As for Black Star, Emperor, Sylvie, and Sylph?
These unrelated individuals stayed alongside Emperor Nokron, establishing an isolated friendly force.
The location of the force happened to be the previous Zone Eight.
This concession, from the despicably evil Elf Ancient God, was changed to another upright and grand man named Nokron.
This also represented the Atabia Dynasty’s gratitude for the other’s grace and a hope to build friendship.
Time flies like an arrow, the sun and moon shuttle by.
A thousand years passed, and Atabia finally awoke from slumber, fully adapting to the immense powers of the body.
For the first time, he reconvened the Million Atabians of this era for a meeting.
Atabia sat high on the throne, exuding mystery and majesty, overlooking, "Our era has reopened."
Behind him, Minis looked complicated.
It seemed like a return to the initial Atabian era, when the one on the throne was a flagellated human cell Emperor; now, there seemed no difference.
The throne within the Giant, the same Atabians, a group of madmen constructing and challenging the Tower of Babel, a defiant civilization rebelling and deicide.
"Everything has returned, mediocrity also blooms." Minis, once so lonely on the treetop, recalled the departure of the Elf Gods and now looked at the Gods before him, a slight smile lifted at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment.
Atabia overlooked below, stating, "We are an era possessing the ’Past,’ but not truly invincible."
His current ability allows him to initiate a ’Past’ map wherever he goes.
Wherever he arrived, the ’Present’ static image would turn into a dynamic movie, able to manipulate the timeline.
Though defying nature, saying truly invincible would be inaccurate.
Ultimately, it’s merely opening the "Past" map.
He has proven the Dao, but not entirely!
Because only the area he controls with crystal walls can open the past... this area is currently very small, with limited range.
At this point, Despair said, "Your Majesty, since you can open the map of the past, why don’t we bring back the Million Gods who died in the past ten thousand years?"
"That’s impossible," Atabia shook his head and said: "The timeline has already been thoroughly established, with time order perfectly formed; modifying history now would create a paradox, thus affecting the present."
"If I travel to the past and save the Million Gods who were killed by the Elf Ancient God, my fate trajectory would be altered, and I wouldn’t be able to prove the Dao, and the current me would hence change."
Without the Million Gods sacrificing themselves, he couldn’t reach this day.
Atabia said, "It’s impossible to alter anything concerning my past."
"Moreover, because last time I forcibly traversed on Ning Guochang, an unknown time paradox has already formed, vaguely sensing the birth of something strange."
"However, I can modify pasts unrelated to myself."
With his great Divine Power, traversing to the past of other regions, matters unrelated to himself, he fears no time paradox.
So long as he does not alter history related to his growth, he won’t vanish.
And now, his Divine Country has grown legs and can move.
Wherever he walks, he can open the ’Past Map’ of that area, viewing the timeline of that area.
This is an incredibly intriguing ability.
"Then Your Majesty, what shall we do now?" You Qin couldn’t help but ask: "Should we enter the Main Universe, the upper Crystal Wall World?"
"We’re not going," Atabia said calmly: "Slowly accumulate the foundation of civilization, consolidate the power of our civilization’s Divine Series; others might be waiting for me to deliver myself, just as how they dealt with the Elf Ancient God before, observing from outside."
"Next, I will lead you to roam various spots in the Subspace region, observe past timelines in history, and seek other Divine Upper civilizations."
"Devour them, absorb them, open the travels in this Subspace region."
