My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 589 - 551 Outer God Era

The cosmos is vast, and those three Crystal Wall Asylums, their bases are well hidden. To prevent detection, Li Qing even added a few chameleon-like camouflage colors.

Unless you run into it, you’ll never notice it’s there.

Atabia, the Emperor, and those people, let’s have them hide inside and accumulate some closed-door training; after all, we can’t let them help in battle and come out to see the outside world, can we?

Outside, it’s all planets.

After much effort to deceive them, he doesn’t want to see it all go to waste.

Moreover, his main job isn’t fighting, but being an inside spy, leading the ghosts into the village.

Once he has finished with this brand new Fourth Asylum and developed the map well, if things go smoothly, the universe will all be Crystal Walls, letting them go out and see the real world of All Heavens.

"Time to start looking for a galaxy, start pushing the era forward, cultivating strong men," Li Qing mused.

Now everywhere they are frantically opening holes, the universe is so large, he naturally has to hide on the other side, developing before they arrive to catalyze the evolution of civilization.

He’s not afraid of exposing the Extraordinary System, after all, the basic stability has already been established; what can happen if it’s exposed?

They can’t find me.

They don’t even know what’s going on.

And all this confidence is built on Li Qing’s grasp of "time." In this universe, time is almost equivalent to the mythological "cause and effect," allowing him to obscure his origins and avoid pursuit by others.

Even if the opponent possesses a similar temporal might, they can’t catch him.

Of course, in Li Qing’s eyes, two Ancient Gods of the same series are not allowed to exist. If he gains power in the future, only one position can be certified in one series.

"This civilization takes the Peacock Mantis Shrimp, which iterated numerous biological versions, as the foundation to develop other abilities and characteristics."

Li Qing never forgot his goal: Running away and burrowing holes.

This updated Boxer Peacock Mantis Shrimp is just a fine thing.

One punch makes a hole, do the dirty work and run, convenient and swift, unafraid of being found by the patrol teams.

It seems, for a time, he will be hated by the world, seen as a villain destroying the natural environment.

Li Qing touched his nose.

But all this is but temporary bears of humiliation, enduring bitterness.

When the universe is changed, successfully turned into an asylum, those outside will all undergo material retrogression, caught in for treatment, worldview corrected afterward. By then, they will surely cry and repent, recognizing who truly is the good guy.

...

Li Qing chose a distant Star Domain, as the central base for the main mining race, and began to propagate life broadly.

Not the kind where low-level qualifications reproduce a multitude; he acted personally, averaging remarkably high qualifications, producing more than a dozen Limit Break level powerhouses.

In the past, a created lifeform would achieve Third Senses immediately upon shaping; now, at the point of shaping, they’ve become Divine Level. Li Qing truly expended considerable Heart Power, giving a very high starting point.

In the blink of an eye.

They proliferated on planets, born as gods, as Divine Base beings, soon entering the Star River era.

Planet by planet entered a wild and barbarous period, Ten Thousand Races contested, each major race shining brightly.

From afar, this appeared to be a species shaped like a giant shrimp.

Colorful, with elongated shells, tinged with a bit of the Divine Dragon’s hues, the physique, slender and graceful, soared through the void, imposing and majestic, albeit with enormous claws in the place of dragon claws, comparable to a head in size.

Without exception, their fists were exceptionally strong.

This shrimp-like biological civilization, however, was quite aggressive, fond of honing their fists, punching planets into pieces. If they don’t sharpen their fists, they feel an itch in their fists.

Simultaneously, these beings aren’t like those trash fish on the outside that punch holes as cannon fodder. Li Qing also bestowed upon a batch of over 100 individuals, the Authority of the Creator God.

As for those below 100?

The times have changed.

The Authority of the Creator God naturally would not be given to these weaker ones. The capability of creation and research for a race of this level has already almost no driving force.

While the ordinary miners outside are merely ordinary Extraordinary Species, they are essentially just cannon fodder trash fish.

There’s never been a thought of rescuing them, they are one-time workers, letting them keep burrowing outside until they are caught by patrolling teams and self-destruct.

Very soon.

These fist paths, recklessly tunneling, left the universe to develop the era in the subspace outside Lower City District, using the super-high-speed currents of civilization to rapidly progress.

In less than three hundred years, a racial Great Emperor named Tang Xia emerged, shaking the Star River with his fist, shattering this Star River and becoming the figure to suppress the first era, ascending to the pinnacle.

"Our tribe, in our brains, possesses the inheritance memory of cultivation."

"Furthermore, in the center of our hearts, there’s a voice, inscribed in the bloodstream, compelling us to open a Space Wormhole, this is our mission..."

Tang Xia lazily lay curled on a planet into a shrimp ball, feeling that this was a conundrum.

He didn’t know what kind of power, what kind of mystery, the entity leaving such information possessed.

Nevertheless, burrowing is still necessary.

They originally liked to punch planets until exploding, but now after becoming powerful, they enjoy punching holes in the cosmos!

It’s a naturally evil species, currently, this kind punishes itching by practicing punches against the wall membrane of the cosmos daily, rendering their bodies itchy and uncomfortable if not done.

In subspace, another three hundred years passed.

Tang Xia successfully broke through to the divine upper level, ruling the era outside, but found he couldn’t re-enter the cosmos, only glaring from the outside.

"Damn it! I can’t go back once I come out."

"The vast, dull ocean of space fragments outside here is as tedious as confinement."

"How will I practice my punches in the future? How will I burrow holes??"

He was filled with fury.

Thus, the angry Tang Xia frantically practiced punches against the space fragments in subspace.

Bang bang bang bang! Space fragments got smashed by him one after another, but this way of resolving the itching felt discomforting, unsatisfying.

Several years passed after.

Other beings too gradually reached the bottleneck of the Divine Level Ten Thousand Rings, on the verge of breaking through to the divine upper level, yet refused to break through.

They started to get stuck at the god-level, under the Ascension limit in the universe, flaunting their power, even beginning rebellions.

For their Emperor Tang Xia, they no longer blindly obeyed him.

Anyway, the opponent can’t enter.

The new second-generation Great Emperor was an amusing individual, transmitting his voice over long distances to the Tang Xia outside: "I just won’t close the wormhole, leaving you outside, glaring, forever staying outside watching me, dying with envy!!"

Thud thud thud!

With that, this second-generation Great Emperor smashed several planets and created several wormholes: "Envious, aren’t you."

"You damn bastard!" Tang Xia raged outside, feeling an itch in his fists, wanting to hit someone.

At that moment, he regretted immensely, as if he’d known better than breaking through and staying outside where fun was large; at least there were things to practice punches with inside, those space fragments are rather too poor.

Year by year passed, Tang Xia crouched outside, like a faithful waiting stone, pondering on how to take down this second-generation Great Emperor.

"How will I return?"

Tang Xia lay outside, pondering day and night, the outside was truly too boring. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Finally, he discovered a method from the inherited blueprint, a dark matter weapon.

As long as he researched it, transforming part of his body into a dark matter weapon, having his confidant wield such a weapon and enter the cosmos to kill him should work.

"Preferably, this dark matter weapon could also psychically influence, to make him my puppet." Upon thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly gushed forth like a spring.

Another three hundred years later.

Tang Xia forged tens of thousands of dark matter longswords using his most solid dragon whiskers, the blade’s surface shimmering and radiant, with countless clouds swirling and roaming within.

These were utterly Demon Swords, influencing the mind and soul.

As long as someone wielded this longsword, the soul inside would influence, subjecting the user to be noticed by Outer Gods from Outer Heaven, gradually affecting their mind until becoming his puppets, transforming into his most devout believers.

"Hahaha, the future era will enter the era of Outer Gods!" Tang Xia shouted aloud, laughed out loud: "Don’t think just because I’m outside unable to enter, I can’t kill you! Believers of the cosmos, believe in me, this Outer God of the cosmos, and attain eternal life!"