My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 920 - 862: The Era of You and Me!

On the colossal tree, countless bubbles churned back and forth, each bubble a different, brand-new Future Universe.

The timeline was the branches; twigs stretching out, growing one future fruit of the Cosmos after another, each five thousand years ahead, birthing and dying every single second.

The Treasure Tree of the Multi-dimensional Universe bloomed and bore fruit almost every moment, swelling madly at a geometric rate.

Among the Four Yuan Primordial Saints, the Light Ancient God was in a crushing situation against the battle-weak Atabia.

And the Emperor was also suppressing Elis in their fight.

Each of these beings possessed Life Force so tenacious it defied description; without a decisive, overwhelming breakthrough, the battle was doomed not to end in the short term.

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On the chaotic main street of the Ten Thousand Realms in one Cosmos, at a tea stall.

"They’ve started fighting."

On the shoulder of a young Wizard with an ordinary face, a fat Giant Dragon sitting there burst into loud laughter, cawing, "Our era is coming!"

"It’s my era that’s coming."

Minis stood up from the tea stall,

"A decisive battle between Yuan Primordial Saints—how could it last only a few eras? This battle will rage until the very end where the time of the Multi-dimensional Universe shatters, spanning the entirety of history."

The Fat Dragon shouted, "How could it last that long? Yuan Primordial Saints might only fight a few years, even just a few months, before they’re ready for the final decisive clash, to settle win and loss, to fix a final outcome—and we, in those few years, those few months, must grab the tickets to that final battle! Break through to their Realm and meddle in their war!"

"We must become Yuan Primordial Saints before their decisive battle ends and join in."

Don’t think a few years is too fast to be possible.

Their time was different!

Now was the Multi-dimensional Universe; time zones had been massively partitioned. How could it be just one day to five thousand years?

For certain fugitives, every minute and every second they were traversing brand-new Future Universes, sprinting forward through one map after another!

In the Battle Royale Era, the timeline was in chaos.

Now was not now.

The future was not the future.

The explosive bloom of Civilization—"changing with each passing day" was far from enough to describe it!

The entire Long River of Multi-dimensional Space-Time had been thoroughly penetrated into one whole; endless supreme powerhouses were being born in ceaseless futures.

"And we will also escape to the future again and again." Minis laughed loudly. "But it’s still very dangerous! Hopefully we won’t get beaten to death by some monstrous defier of heaven on a random map."

"Just clear the stages one by one! You can definitely do it."

The Fat Dragon shouted, "You’ve already cultivated 140 High-tier Dao, a fully perfected Renaissance Man. All you need is to go to one future after another, seize the time, cultivate to Great Achievement Yuan Primordial Saint, then come back and decide the fate of the entire Cosmos!"

"My era may truly have arrived." Minis’ gaze gradually deepened. With a wave of his hand, he blended into a fleeing Cosmic Fleet, becoming one of its Saints, and ran off toward the future.

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In the distance, a Cosmos suddenly exploded.

Endless gold blossomed with an unbelievable radiance.

"What is that? Our Cosmos has always been peaceful; in all of history, nothing like this has ever happened."

"Fools. Your Cosmos, in your eyes, has developed for countless billions of years, but in our eyes, it’s just been born. Before this, how could you possibly have observed the unnameable, supreme existences of the Multi-dimensions?"

"Help! Their war has already reached here!"

"Take me with you! Is there any kind Tenth-Layer Ancient God who can cross universes and hurry up and take me away?!"

The explosion of one Cosmos, even separated by several universes and a timescale of hundreds of thousands of years, sent a howling gale that crushed the crowd so hard they could barely breathe.

That level of combat was no longer bound by form, surpassing everyone’s limits of imagination.

In the Ten Thousand Realms, countless living beings trembled in terror; the earth quaked and cracked open into pitch-black fissures. A vast number of refugees had no idea which direction they should flee.

Without the Realm of a Tenth-Layer Ancient God, you couldn’t even run.

Wails, sobs, roars, cries of Despair, all wove together in madness.

"All is silent, all is fallen."

In the Chaos Corridor, Black Star bent down, gently closing the eyes of a pitiful child who had died with eyes wide open.

Black Star raised his head again; that terrifying power drove one to Despair and yet to yearning.

"There’s nothing we can do." Professor Wales wanted to speak but stopped.

"This is the ethics of life and death." Black Star said calmly, "We need not pity the living beings of this Cosmos, because this is the order of the High-tier Dao: where there is death there is life—that is life, that is how cycles complete themselves."

If the Cosmos only had birth without extinction, its numbers would soon become uncontrollable, and order would collapse.

"They’re truly too powerful." Professor Wales looked up at the sky; that dreadful might pressed down on him so hard he couldn’t breathe.

"Don’t be so sentimental."

Black Star suddenly smiled. "Minis is a Renaissance Man; he’s gone to cultivate in a future... We have no talent, we’re just ordinary people, destined to be unable to fight for the final High-tier Dao war. But is that really so? Let’s go to the future too. We’ll also clear stages, brave perils and flee for our lives, to become stronger. Believe it—this era is ours as well."

At the very beginning, he had also been a frontline supreme powerhouse.

But as the era developed, he gradually fell back into the second echelon. Yet now, Black Star firmly believed his era would come again.

Because he was already a peerless 140 Pharmacist.

When this 140 talent appeared, everyone who managed to walk the invincible path of All Roads Lead to Rome, spanning eighty-one Parallel Universes, were all fiercely battle-hardened combat types!

Someone like him, who couldn’t fight, was fundamentally impossible to walk that road to the end.

Only he, backed by someone, as a Pharmacist had also walked that unbelievable invincible road.

"An era is not just about talent; even more, it’s about worldly relationships."

Black Star’s expression was tranquil. "Elis, Sylph, the reason they could stand at the summit is likewise this... I too have my worldly ties. Though they won’t help me much, I’ve already gained a starting point far higher than other ordinary powerhouses."

In the future, as the era matured, with the aid of various Saints, people might artificially foster a batch of non-combat 140 powerhouses who completed the invincible road.

But right now, he was the first research-type Pharmacist of the Multi-dimensional Universe.

In this Domain, the Cosmos had only him alone. This was his opportunity!

He had developed a new version of Talent Medicine.

The seventh-version Life Struggle Pill.

"All I need is to find him, to find that Renaissance Man."

"Refine him into a pill, take his place, and I will be the Renaissance Man. Breaking the cocoon and becoming a butterfly—this is the moment."

Black Star gazed at that terrifying battlefield in the sky and murmured, "Across the long ages, we’ve all left legends in history; we are the progenitors of the Ten Thousand Races under heaven."

His eyes were filled with memories and stories. "The Holy Dragon is the slothful Dragon Race, Minis is the survivalist Wizard, Sylph is the tranquil Naga Sea Siren, Sylvie is the rational Mechanical Species, the Emperor is the Blood Race, the Light Ancient God is the Angel, Nokron is the Tang Xia, Minshan is the Ferryman Race..."

"We are the Origin of all Extraordinary races under heaven."

"And I, Black Star, am likewise the progenitor of the Immortal Race—go with the flow, you’re Mortal; rebel against it, you’re Immortal."

Black Star recalled how he’d climbed step by step from a talent-mediocre Mortal to the Great Emperor of the Immortal Race, and now he was going to fight for an era’s chance once more, to prove that a talent-mediocre Mortal could again climb step by step to the peak of the Cosmos.

"Once more, I’ll use the Life Struggle Pill to fight the heavens for my life."

He put on his hat, transformed into an Era Traveler, and stepped into a Future Universe without looking back.

"I believe the ultimate must exist within the infinite possible futures. That unimaginable Renaissance Man already exists. What the two of us must do now is to perceive him, observe him, and collapse the Cosmos he dwells in into reality."

"He is our chance."