My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 814 757: Prison Cage

Suddenly there was a dull bang, and Origin Continent suddenly vanished from the entire Cosmos, all the Ancient Gods showing horror as they could no longer find a trace of that central battlefield.

"Where did it go!"

"The battlefield has been lifted into some higher dimension of the Cosmos!"

"The Supreme Gods of the Cosmos have fully appeared. As long as they join forces, they possess the power to reshape the Cosmos, to knead and rewrite it at will!"

One Ancient God after another looked up, knowing this was a historic scene.

The Origin Continent that allowed people to Ascend suddenly disappeared.

It completely vanished from the Cosmos.

On the other side, Origin Continent.

The entire continent seemed to have been cut out as an independent piece, becoming a standalone map, leaping out of the Long River of Time.

"Damn it."

"Trap me and then keep fighting."

"If you didn't have the means to cross into the future and bring back future technology, you few juniors who just broke through—how could you instantly be so skilled at trapping me?"

At this moment, the Light Ancient God already felt a chill creeping up from the depths of his heart.

They were targeting him far too hard.

He had a whole body full of chained trump cards, could plot and scheme, exterminate them countless times over, yet they kept using these absurd, future-cheat methods to know his bottom line over and over again.

It was like a Fist smashing into cotton.

Stifling to the point of madness!

"Space-Time is locked. Whether you can kill me or not, I can no longer get out."

"You're guaranteed not to lose at the very least."

The Light Ancient God felt incomparably aggrieved, but even more than that was a kind of indescribable desolation.

"Resistance is a completely meaningless act."

At this time, Atabia spoke, his voice gentle, "Because even if you defeat us, we can still leave this place... The best end for you is to remain sealed here, carrying the 10% of Cosmos Matter that is your body."

"The Cosmos losing 10% of its Matter—are you truly willing to accept that?" the Light Ancient God suddenly said.

"Of course we're not willing, which is why we've locked you here, to fight you and grind you down slowly until you die!" The Emperor sneered. "For me, this is a training arena—having a strong opponent on call at all times, so I can grind you whenever I want, and leave whenever I want."

The Light Ancient God looked at them. "Quite the fine abacus you've got there."

The more one ruled the Cosmos, opening up dynasty after dynasty, the clearer it became that no one could remain high above for all Eternity—dynasties wax and wane, epochs are born and die.

In the memories of the current Light Ancient God, he had rampaged his entire life, creating Celestial Human reincarnation, creating the Celestial Human Race, establishing the order of the Cosmos, reshaping the Celestial Dao, perfecting the Three Thousand Great Path Realms of the Ninth Layer Ancient Gods!

Yet in the end, he was still one move short on the chessboard, trapped here by the Heroes of this era, never to leave again.

And the first domino of everything was that man.

Nokron!

If he didn't possess an equivalent 0-level Disabled Material God ability and run neck and neck with him—if they had no Material God assisting them—then this battle would have been a guaranteed loss for them.

In the end...

They lost to Dream Garment.

Dream Garment had treated this man as an anchor point in history, a savior Hero—and it really came true.

"If you want to fight, then come!"

With a roar, the Light Ancient God finally struck with full force. "If you want to grind me to death, it'll take an incredibly, incredibly long time—there will come a day I break out of this prison!"

"And while you're grinding me down in the open, who can say for sure whether someone in secret will choose to collude with me, to discuss the future with me? To consort with the tiger for its skin? Thinking to let me perfect the true blueprints of Matter first, and then kill me to seize them?"

"You are destined to distrust each other!"

"Perhaps some of you have already started colluding with me in the dark."

He drew a line with his hand, and the entire Ancient Tree Staff turned back into the towering Origin Divine Tree, its crown lush and flourishing, standing tall within this isolated island-like continental world. One Celestial Human after another sat amid the canopy, gazing from afar at the several Supreme Gods of this era before them.

Boom!

Innumerable Matter surged and rippled all around, a war destined to mutually grind both sides down.

This day was fated to be recorded in the annals of history.

The Origin World had completely disappeared; only this place of ruins remained, erupting at every moment with golden radiance. Violent shockwaves flashed through the entire Cosmos, and the blinding Light was completely transformed into a world of dazzling brilliance.

Rumble!

Countless rolling golden waves surged forth, constantly shaking the Matter of this small world, like boiling hot water bubbling up into one golden bubble after another.

"No one is Eternal."

"Nor have I been defeated."

"Just wait until your era passes—then I shall break the realm and emerge, becoming the new Hero who topples all of you."

The Light Ancient God couldn't help laughing wildly.

Crack!

Countless bolts of lightning exploded violently.

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Crystal Wall Universe.

If one compared the Cosmos to a skull, then moving away Origin Continent now was like someone prying off the skullcap—even the perfectly round sphere suddenly lost a piece of its top cover, giving off an intensely uncomfortable feeling.

"Your Majesty, aren't you going to fight?"

Standing in the empty void where Origin Continent had vanished, Elis couldn't help asking.

"No. I'm not fond of fighting; they can fight their own war."

Nokron was very calm as he strode back toward the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms in big steps. He was the type who just wanted to slack off. Beating up other people was fine, but fighting himself? That was a bit much!

After all, fighting someone whose personality and behavioral logic were almost identical to his own just felt weird.

Right now, it was Elis and Atabia who kept making moves, constantly shoving him into the main C position; otherwise he'd be slacking off the whole time.

Li Qing spoke. "Anyway, the Light Ancient God is already locked up. One more of me doesn't matter, one less of me doesn't matter. I'll go help out when my hands get itchy, speed up the grinding down of the Light Ancient God..."

Killing an existence of that level was originally a long-term job.

You couldn't rush it!

Matter was also extremely hard to kill.

And the other party was using 10% of the Cosmos's Matter, and on top of that it was the largest Ancient Tree Celestial Phenomena—every few seconds it birthed a Celestial Human brain cell. Its Life Force had reached a thoroughly terrifying level.

Elis, that mad dog, and the Emperor, that battle maniac, were obviously not like Li Qing, who clocked off on time. They'd be happily working overtime, probably fighting in that world nonstop.

Judging by that posture.

They planned to fight for countless billions of years, until the end of heaven and earth.

But Li Qing didn't see any problem with that.

Anyway, those two clowns basically had nothing for their true bodies to do; they didn't bother much with managing the entire Cosmos. Naturally their true selves were idle enough to besiege the Light Ancient God day and night—any extra bit of wear was still wear.

Of course, while their true bodies were over there besieging him, they'd definitely leave clones in the Cosmos to enjoy life, their clones serving as the Supreme Gods of order who ruled and managed the Cosmos.

"That world can probably be called the Land of Eternal Divine War."

Sylph showed some longing. "The Supreme Gods of the old era will be in there fighting to the death every waking moment. Only when the Cosmos is wiped out and the High-tier Dao reaches its end will they be able to grind to death the greatest black hand in this Cosmos."

Nokron nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Let Elis fight as much as she wants—just so that woman doesn't get too addicted. She should remember to leave a fragment of a small Reincarnation outside to handle Reincarnation for people."

Elis was the type who easily got carried away, but the Emperor was different.

The Emperor's constant fighting was also to adapt to his own power, trying to figure out a Divine Artifact of Authority and order that belonged to him.

After all, one had the Long River of Time, the other had Celestial Path Reincarnation. How could the Emperor not be anxious? He'd obviously want to use the great war to help with his brainstorming.

As for Atabia?

He wasn't fond of fighting either, so he went off to slack together with Li Qing.