My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 783

After this day, Elis completely understood that the cosmos wasn't merely about fights and battles.

Nowadays, everyone was a leader of their own faction. How could they possibly act like thugs, rolling up their sleeves and personally engaging in brawls?

Her belligerence was without a place to be utilized!

For some time afterward, Elis immersed herself in reading a series of mythology novels from Earth, finding them quite compelling.

The tales of the Three Pristine Ones and Hongjun, with their various scheming and grand tribulations, mirrored her current situation quite well. Even the Supreme Saints established sects to use their factions to vie for the next major player, without directly engaging in battles themselves.

"This is the stance of a Supreme God, overlooking the endless changes of time. Only at the final moment of victory or defeat do they strike personally," Elis thought to herself. "It seems that people like me, who fight desperately, are on the verge of being eliminated."

She contemplated seeking out another Star Lord.

As a ruler, one may lack personal capability but should be skilled in recognizing talent, finding outstanding individuals to strategize and advise for oneself.

At this moment, Elis was filled with admiration for the Light Ancient God, marveling at his terrifying plots, yet she was unaware of the truth.

The Light Ancient Gods nearby were all covertly disguising their fake supporters. If she knew, the sense of high-and-mighty aura would instantly vanish.

One could only say, flaunting sanctity in public yet being miserable behind the scenes.

A year later.

"I am the Emperor of Reincarnation."

"In front of the Gate of the Underworld, those who intercept the Ancient Gods and harm the interests of the Celestial Path Reincarnation, though the Celestial Dao administers no punishment, karma shall ensnare them."

On this day, a voice echoed throughout the Celestial Path Reincarnation.

As long as you enter my cycle of reincarnation, I'll cast a negative buff upon you.

People quickly discovered that henceforth, those who intercepted Ancient Gods and reincarnated appeared with a glaring red light, just like a premium game player shining brightly in a page game, highly conspicuous.

Under a bright spotlight, blood-red aura soared to the skies.

In less than a century, after the Demon Cultivators gained official recognition, the landscape shifted once again.

The entrances to the Underworld across All Heavens and Myriads of Realms had become the most chaotic places in the cosmos, resembling a city of sin.

Countless Demon Cultivators lay in wait here, hoping to ambush the Ancient Gods entering the cycle of reincarnation.

Also, countless righteous individuals banded together, condemning the Demon Cultivators, planning to ambush the Demon Cultivator lineage to slay and gather virtue and wealth without being marked as red names.

"I cultivate the path of killing, mere karma with black and red hues surrounding me, this light instead aids my cultivation, drawing more fools to their deaths!"

"I desire to annihilate all heavens and create the might of my Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor!"

A terrifying Blood Race member approached, black karmic fire burning in its eyes, with all phenomena being born and dying.

It was known as the Man-Eating Demon King, an incredibly evil blonde vampire man.

Possessing a power capable of temporarily controlling space, naming this space-stopping technique 'world,' it bulldozed ahead, building its divine path with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, having slain countless Ancient Gods since no one would remember how much they've consumed.

"What is demon? What is evil? What are ghosts and monsters? They are all provisions for paving my path of the High-tier Dao."

Another Human Path cultivator appeared, angrily berating those evil beings, traversing various Star Domains, slaying countless Demon Cultivators, shining brilliantly with virtue enveloping him.

This virtue to some extent demonstrated the strength of the other party.

Because the more he killed, the more Godheads he obtained, the stronger he became.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The gates of the Underworld had now become a bloody battlefield.

This vast expanse of All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, stretching countless light-years, had turned into a Burial Ground, forming an eternal slaughter.

One powerful figure after another appeared, the lineage of the Crystal Core Ancient Gods had reached its zenith, radiating astounding brilliance.

This younger generation began to make their moves in great numbers.

The two major camps were thoroughly delineated by the Celestial Path Reincarnation.

Many already sensed they were born in an era of contending emperors!

"Hahaha! My lineage of Godheads, having accumulated over billions of years, the painstaking effort of generations of Sages, finally is on the verge of an explosive era."

"The Human Path prospers!"

"The Human Path prospers!"

"The Bright Celestial Dao is on the brink of extinction!"

Countless roared, feeling they saw the future, where no one could manipulate their fate again.

The Light Ancient God must die!

The Celestial Father must be slain!

During the previous End of the Dharma Era, when their authority was arbitrarily cut off, demoting their realm to mortals, and rendering the cosmos dark with the High-tier Dao gone, it left them very unwilling.

No one wanted their fate held by the Celestial Dao at any time, becoming puppets to be manipulated.

"Rather cultivate the Self Technique, borrowing the Heaven and Earth's technique, is the evil path!" someone shouted.

The torch in people's hearts was being ignited.

This era of slaughter was also a flourishing age of contending ideologies.

Knowledgeable elders commented on this unprecedented explosive era: "These young Demon Kings and Saint Kings contending, likely top-tier powerhouses, their combat power has already reached a hundred times! Hundred circles of Tao Fruit on one body, they are likely already close to the level of normal Heaven and Earth Gods."

"More than that, it's said that a briefly-appeared Black Star Nether Monarch used Godheads as disposable pills for an instantaneous burst, already defeating a Giant Spirit God engaged in digging across All Heavens!"

"We are rising!"

"The Human Path prospers, the Celestial Dao withers, let's encourage each other!"

Many felt elated, glad to be born in this flourishing age, perhaps one day, they would rise with the heroes of the Human Path to challenge the Celestial Vault, defying heaven and slaying the Dao!

Fulfilling the unachieved wish of the previous generation's Human Emperor Star Lord.

They were so expectant.

On this day.

Nokron, with two maidservants, came again to the Underworld to start a new life cycle, observing the Burial Ground at the Gate of the Underworld, filled with blood and bones.

He could not help but sigh.

These crops were growing quite lushly.

Whether to slay the heavens or destroy reincarnation, they were all his offspring, he didn't care which faction won.

Then, Sylvie remarked, "Even those righteous people aren't entirely good, under the pretext of righteousness, they too are another type of Tribulation Cultivator."

As they walked along, they noticed many righteous cultivators specifically camping to ambush those Demon Cultivators, who preyed upon the Crystal Core of others, and then returned to ambush the Demon Cultivators.

This way, they could plunder Godheads from others indirectly without being marked as red names.

A form of exploiting a bug.

This had already become a mature industry.

"What is righteousness, what is evil?"

Li Qing shook his head, "All these heavenly punitive orders can't be precisely categorized. The rules can't rigorously manage everyone. With so many beings in the cosmos, currently, only rough red names can be assigned."

They also shared a deep understanding of Emperor Nokron's response.

Hoping for the law's protection, it's impossible.

Self-reliance and self-protection are the most effective methods.

However, as the world of Celestial Path Reincarnation flourished, clamoring daily about overturning the Light Ancient God, even the Celestial Dao's Ancient Tree couldn't remain still.

"Damn it, in the enemy's thunderbolt information network, we can't outshout them."

"Public opinion has flipped."

"There's no way. Each of our brain cells sends a message, yet it's not enough to match theirs."

They felt distressed.

Li Qing watching them felt speechless, "These people truly aren't me. Gathered together, they seem like a bunch of huskies, I can't possibly be that foolish."

Luckily, they amused themselves behind closed doors, engaging in their mental whirlwinds, contemplating imaginary scenarios, exhibiting a sort of reserved introspection.

In outsiders' eyes, they were still the righteous, very solemn, majestic Bright Supreme Heaven!

Only a bunch of hypocrites.