My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 891 - 833: Ambushing Elis

The sky was shrouded in an endless gloom that enveloped the entire multi-dimensional universe.

In the supreme Celestial Realm, matter suddenly condensed, and a towering ancient deity shrouded in clouds and mist gradually emerged, embodying the Three Thousand Great Path, majestic and ancient, with long hair draping over shoulders.

"The Wind of Matter."

As the second voice fell.

The matter of the entire universe began to boil, all matter and the distance between molecules boiled like boiling water, rolling and spreading madly, as if the entire universe were an aquarium being stirred by a giant.

With a booming sound, the rigid ground became like a muddy swamp, and the chaotic atmosphere overhead seemed to ignite.

The matter of the entire universe was changing, twisting into a noodle-like abstract oil painting in view.

"That is..."

"The greatest Celestial Emperor of the Ancient Times."

The ancient gods and deities throughout the universe looked up, faces filled with disbelief.

All those Outer Domain Celestial Demons cultivating the Three Thousand Great Path felt the power they had been cultivating all their lives vanishing.

The proportions and parameters of the Three Thousand Great Path throughout the universe were adjusted, preventing them from finding the corresponding interface terminals, and they could no longer feel the Great Path, their authority was exhausting.

"Just descending, a single Divine Technique sealed off the mighty power of the ancient gods’ transportation, locking matter within the entire universe."

"Trouble, indeed."

Volga’s gaze grew somber.

This new saint was alright, emphasizing skill in space and exquisite moves, Herodotus before them truly couldn’t do anything to him

But before them stood an old-school saint in the universe’s history, a saint of the way of matter proven by force.

For a universe made of matter, this one wielded terrifying control.

Life, administering everything internal to life.

Matter, governing everything external to life.

"For the entire universe’s environment, he’s on home ground..." Volga had not yet reacted.

One punch.

Stars collapsed, black holes formed, supernovae exploded, and in an instant, Volga felt as if he witnessed the most beautiful landscapes of nature in the world, all condensed in that second.

Boom!

He abruptly disintegrated into particles of matter, dissipating into the air.

A Life Saint formed of flesh was beaten to death with a single move.

In the other dimensions of the universe, onlookers trying to enjoy the spectacle fell silent at the sight of this—that’s the power of a saint.

It’s truly despairing to such an extent, a level of power beyond what they’d ever imagined, with a single saint capable of easily dismantling the universe’s underpinnings, bringing about annihilation.

And how about an even higher level Yuan Primordial Saint?

Afraid they could obliterate a parallel universe in just a second! Like a giant cradling a tiny marble in their hand!

If not for the cosmic laws intangible and the constraints of the Saint’s Shackles on such supreme Yuan Primordial existences, maintaining balance in the void, she would have unified the entire multi-dimensional universe long ago.

"Atabia does indeed have a lot of courage."

At this moment, Nokron turned his head, calmly saying: "However, she also took a chance—she didn’t know whether the Emperor would be willing to give you his heritage. Your three-man team, previously incapable of fighting, suddenly gained combat power... while simultaneously, this is the order of the universe."

He looked up, gazing at the entire multi-dimensional universe, smiled, a gaze like seeing through the Great Tao Laws and the order of heaven and earth:

"The Time Ancient God, in the universe’s authority, maintains the universe’s birth! Creating new universes with infinite time."

"Furthermore, time possesses the power of the Saint Lock, restricting saints’ movements, maintaining the universe’s order. Atabia indeed realized this, giving him frontal deterrence and combat power, the man-made Saint Lock is not weaker than a few other saints."

He’s like a locksmith in the neighborhood, specializing in locking people up.

Boom!

The next moment, Volga suddenly resurrected, with a slightly terrified look at Nokron in front of him, gasping for breath.

That scene was so beautiful, as if seeing the most beautiful matter rolling in the starry sky, billions of years of mountains and rivers gathered in an instant.

"He is Saint Perfection, I cannot compete."

Nowadays, as the number of saints increases, the Saint Realm is gradually being perfected, appearing in four stages: early, middle, late-period, and perfection.

That is to say.

Having acquired complete authority is only the beginning.

Learning various applications and techniques truly allows one to master this great power.

"Senior." Herodotus turned and said, "Then what should be done about this guy?"

Nokron nodded: "He is afraid of me, and we need not pay him any mind because it’s unnecessary."

Though he didn’t want to work, taking it easy in the audience, Atabia pulled him in, and his acting was so superb! Instantly he assumed the role, stepping onto the battlefield as the consummate actor.

"Stop dreaming!" Volga sneered, "I..."

Boom!

Nokron struck Volga with another punch, instantly obliterating him.

Why indulge in verbal battles when you can kill with power?

Only similarly tiered opponents will engage in mental craftiness, exploring each other’s cards, employing distracting trash talk to influence each other’s state.

The person ahead doesn’t even qualify for conversation.

It’s not about insufficient potential or talent; unripe geniuses are everywhere.

"Damn, we can talk this over..." Volga suddenly revived and spoke up.

Boom!

After another fatal punch, Nokron turned his head and said: "This guy can’t be killed; he can only be beaten until he’s numb, in despair, when the will of a Life Ancient God disappears, feeling despair about life; it equals voluntarily leaving the seat of life."

"Herodotus, you go inventory the matter and accumulation of this universe; don’t let them continue taking it out, then have the ancient gods of this universe give up without resistance."

"Yes!" Herodotus grinned, bubbling with excitement.

Does Elis like sneak attacks?

Like hitting them with a sucker punch?

Focused on bullying their three brothers four or five times?

This time.

Elis’s lair was conquered by them!

Elis could only peer from outside the glass window, locked outside, unable to get in at all.

The pleasure of Taurens, the thrill was immediately palpable and irresistible.

Soon, Herodotus freed his hand and effortlessly swept through the entire universe without engaging with this saint at all; no one could resist.

Each one crouched with their heads down.

From outside, Elis glared with angry eyes.

"There’s only 3.5% matter here; looks like this one secretly distributed forces." Herodotus frowned, "Wasn’t she concentrating all the matter in this universe before?"

"She must have been pretty smart, knowing not to put all the eggs in one basket, recalibrated the balance again." Nokron laughed, for even if not adept at these things, there was a team of advisers.

Never take Elis as a fool.

Now with her three universes, of course, she evenly distributed the property.

"At least it’s profitable." Herodotus smiled.

The Imperial City, the core hub, was occupied by them; it wasn’t just about funds, the 3% matter, but Atabia’s warehouse still had some remaining stock. The main hit was on morale! You like giving talks? Occupied your podium of oratory, do you still have the face to preach?