My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 812 755: Discussing the Future

So now, Atabia relaxed a lot inside, knowing his margin for error had just gotten much bigger.

When traveling to the Past, you can only traverse a given time segment once, because you can't have two of yourself in the same time slice, or a paradox will occur.

But traveling to the future doesn't have that restriction!

The future is not yet fixed, it holds infinite possibilities—how could time paradoxes arise there?

In theory, he could travel to the future as many times as he wanted, because every time he returned, the future would inevitably change!

But that was only in theory.

In practice, traveling to the future meant activating the Cosmos's Time Supreme Authority, bearing an enormous load of cosmic calculation data, before he could shuttle into the theoretical "future."

All that colossal cosmic data had to be borne by him alone.

If he kept jumping, he would inevitably be assimilated by the Cosmos's Celestial Human-level data and be blasted to death on the spot.

"As I am now, having just broken through, the amount of computation I can withstand in the short term only allows a single jump into the future." Atabia calculated inwardly. "But that should be enough."

Right now he was still far too weak!

Atabia could even picture his future self: as he matured and grew strong, every so often he'd be able to traverse five or six times into the future!

Each jump, he could observe a future node; if that future looked bad, he'd hop to another timeline…

This was almost…

A massive intervention in the Cosmos's progression!

The Cosmos would become a pile of building blocks in his hands!

To him, this Time Supreme God, the cosmic time axis was like an infinitely branching umbrella graph; he could freely hop to whatever timeline he wished, wantonly interfering in the future he wanted.

"Of course, if I run into a monster I absolutely can't beat."

Atabia's expression was ice-cold. "Even if I jump several times and still can't defeat the other side, can't change the history where I lose to them, I'll still die."

Just like right now.

He only had one jump into the future, and only the ability to watch.

If he still lost, then the danger would be very real.

Just like the Life Ancient God: he looked like he had infinite mana bar and Health Bar, but in truth there were still a few fatal weak points.

And if the Cosmos was a plaything in his hands as a Time God, how was it not equally the plaything of the Life God? And of the Space God? The direction and type of control were just different, that was all.

"I still have to keep helping the Emperor."

At this moment Atabia was cautious to the extreme, using time to crazily accelerate the Emperor, forcing his body to endure and metamorphose through endless grinding, to forge one last Space God.

Right before them.

"Three gods besieging you, plus an Incomplete Material God—let's see if you can manage not to die." Elis suddenly laughed, her tongue sliding out to lick her lips.

"Your Authorities, as disgusting as they are, I can still tolerate."

The Light Ancient God said calmly, "But as for killing me, you're still a bit lacking. I occupy 10% of the Cosmos's Matter, while all you little rookies who just broke through, even combined, don't reach 3%. You can't grind me to death."

"By the way," the Light Ancient God suddenly smiled, "what do you think the future era will look like after you defeat me?"

Debating the Dao?

The few of them were a bit startled, then quickly accepted it.

After all, the Light Ancient God was brutally monopolistic and trampled lives like grass, but in the end he had pushed forward several cosmic eras of Legend.

"The future should be nearly at its end."

Nokron spoke. "A pattern of one superpower and three great powers, with the Incomplete level-0 Material God as the sovereign, because he rules the Cosmos's Three Thousand Great Path, almost all of the secondary Ancient Gods… He's the highest existence in terms of interference on the material plane, holding Matter and energy—mass–energy conversion!"

"And time, space, life—if they fight him head-on, they're all a tier weaker."

No matter how fancy the tricks, the Cosmos is ultimately made of Matter.

This was the future Li Qing had foreseen.

It wasn't hard to guess; the others could probably see it clearly too.

"Exactly so."

"So it should be."

Everyone nodded.

The battle wasn't even over yet, and the two sides were mortal enemies, killing intent boiling in their eyes—yet they forced themselves to sit and chat and laugh, their gaze stretching so far as to debate the future Dao.

"After today, we no longer have a future."

Atabia stood up and addressed the mortal enemy before him:

"The four great Gods are the pinnacle… And beyond them, the next era can only arrive when a Creator God in the true sense appears—a truly complete level-0 Material God, the ultimate Origin of all High-tier Dao. That requires the level-0 Disabled Material God to continue fusing Space, Life, and Time."

"So, you four are going to slaughter each other?" The Light Ancient God's smile was radiant.

"Don't try to sow discord between us. We're not that stupid. We'll keep surrounding you; you've got no way to escape."

At that moment Elis spoke, sneering. "And we'll never stab our friends in the back or turn on each other, because even if we got our hands on one another's lifetime blueprint of foundations, we don't have the corresponding cultivation aptitude."

"Unless the Cosmos randomly produces another being who has mastered the Three Thousand Great Path and also masters time, space, and life—a true super Renaissance Man—only then would there be a chance to enter the ultimate era!"

"And even if that sort of historical node appears, it might still fail! Because that person would be a young Sage of the era. So what if he has a complete, defiant aptitude that could lead the Cosmos into the next future?"

"Would we four Supreme Gods hand over all the foundational research we painstakingly accumulated, just give it to him? Escort him to the summit? Let him leech off the fruits of our life's work?"

"Impossible!"

Elis painted a tragic future. "So the era of the level-0 Material God is, in and of itself, a paradox that can never truly appear."

"Heh. Then that really is a dark future—a dead pool of water. Pitiful, lamentable. Even if you kill me, you four will still be crawling through the mire. Maybe my death would be a kind of release." The Light Ancient God smiled and nodded, pouring tea for everyone, one cup apiece, gentle and natural as if he were the host.

It looked like they were just sitting around debating the Dao, but in truth there was killing intent hidden in every word.

The Light Ancient God said, "Everyone, the matter of you killing me might be open to negotiation. The future is full of dead air, but I have a way to help you witness the future where a true level-0 God appears."

"You want to play dirty? What trick are you trying this time?" Atabia frowned.

This man was the greatest dark hand in the Cosmos—his wisdom, talent, and scheming were among the highest in history. He had suppressed several epochs and opened up multiple Mythical Eras.

Even with him surrounded like this, he could remain so calm; obviously he had another conspiracy in play.

With his silver tongue, who knew if he might talk his way into a path to survival again.

"I'm only offering you a suggestion."

The Light Ancient God said, "Within the Cosmos, that kind of Renaissance Man is impossible to appear. Even someone like Mr. Nokron surely doesn't also have innate talent in time, space, and life, right?"

After all, throughout history, those of that caliber were one-in-a-billion anomalies; how could there be anyone who simultaneously possessed the aptitudes for all three Authorities?

The Light Ancient God withdrew his gaze. "Natural-born beings certainly won't do. But I will!"

"I have the Three Thousand Great Path—three thousand brain cells, each one an aptitude."

"In the endless future of history, I might still spawn super-genius Celestial Humans of space, life, and time. Then I would possess the greatest all-round potential."

"So I am the only one among us who has any hope of taking that final step."

"Why don't I be your black glove? You spare me, and I'll act as your lab rat, opening up the future era of the level-0 God—and you take the blueprint?"

The Light Ancient God stopped there, saying no more, just smiling as he raised his cup and drank.

Take Elis for example—do you think she's a true Life Ancient God?

She's not!

In essence, her talent was never enough. The seat was picked up off the ground—she had others with aptitude do the research, then snatched the completed blueprint for herself and became the Life Ancient God.

Now they had this precedent.

The others could very well imitate it: let the man before them conduct the research, then leech the finished ultimate blueprint and step into the ultimate Supreme Realm themselves.