My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 671 - 618: The Emergence of the Dream Garment, Everyone’s Amazement

"Having kept them hidden for so long, it's finally time to let them out to see the world."

Beneath one of the countless Multi-Dimensional Crystal Wall Worlds underground, under a giant tree, Li Qing looked up at the battle in the sky.

"After setting this up for so long, it's time to wrap things up."

"For these people, I've laid the foundation for this land for them to enjoy. It's been exhausting for me." He shook his head, mocking himself.

Over the years, Atabia, Herodotus, and the Emperor dared not leave, having been tricked by Li Qing too many times. They hid and developed quietly, always guarding the entrance of the Trade Ancient City.

Li Qing had secretly relocated the Trade Ancient City a few times.

They hadn't noticed because, as subordinates, they could easily block them from perceiving such things, even immobilizing them.

The study of various rules and authorities is a slow and gradual buildup, attained through daily accumulation, not just through fighting and shouting angrily to achieve breakthroughs.

This is a foundation.

Over the years, Li Qing had secretly placed them in a corner, shepherding them at the pace of five thousand years a day.

All in all, they have lived five to six hundred thousand years.

As of today, they are no longer that civilization in its infancy of only twenty or thirty thousand years, but have begun to accumulate their own substance and foundation.

Even if this generation does not surpass those two veteran Divine Kings, they are capable regarding a first-level god's authority, able to defend themselves before Emperor Nokron.

"But how to say it, to bring them over, is yet another matter..."

"After all, they are also in the present; how to trick them into coming out by saying they've traveled to the Prehistory?"

Li Qing pondered for a moment, quickly forming a plan.

Boom!

The battle in the sky continued relentlessly.

Elis, as if mad, attacked Nokron. "In history, you are doomed to die! Today you shall die! The attire before your eyes is exactly how you'll look upon your rebirth!"

The other two Divine Kings watched with a slight change in expression.

This mad woman...

Nokron had already completely degenerated, now a major celestial phenomenon of the Cosmos; they knew this was an unimaginable terror, almost insurmountable by human might.

Yet they did not choose to flee immediately, instead began to half-heartedly engage while ready to escape if the situation turned bad.

Pondering the situation is inevitable; their Cosmic Membrane was limited, and using it conservatively is critical.

...

Amidst the explosive battle, Li Qing silently arrived at the perpetually peaceful Trade Ancient City.

Life was still peaceful here.

In recent years, the Dark Matter Dynasty's days have been remarkably calm.

After their last assault on the prison city map, they dared not recklessly attack this trade city map again, fearing manipulation from behind the scenes.

The Emperor was still coughing blood and consuming spatial fragments massively, yet within him, a subtle spatial resonance had emerged.

He truly forged his path using his Martial Path to adapt to life's evolution.

Crack. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

At this moment, a ray of light flashed across the sky of the Dark Matter Dynasty, tearing open the timeline, and a blood-covered woman in white emerged.

As she stepped out, everyone looked up, sensing legendary rules from beyond...

"It's time." Sylvie, as the inheritor of Dream Garment, suddenly looked toward the sky and exclaimed, "The power of mastering time, the previous Time Ancient God, was also a woman... it's Dream Garment!"

Upon hearing this, both Sylvie and Sylph, the two attendants, simultaneously looked at Nokron, who was leisurely watching, "Senior, wasn't Dream Garment already dead?"

According to history...

Wasn't Dream Garment long dead?

Dead at the hands of Nokron.

Then how to explain the blood-stained, dying Dream Garment before them?

"Senior Dream Garment!"

At that moment, Birona, the Earth Ancient God, walked out from the distant Trade Ancient City, her expression complex as she said:

"Master, you have finally arrived. I always knew that when you built this ancient city and gathered us here, you were assigning us a mission, destined to return once more in the future."

"Hmm." Dream Garment glanced at Birona, saying indifferently, "I guided your civilization to rise back then, and having guarded this city all these years, my return signifies your mission's end."

Birona was taken aback, at a loss for words.

"You have come." Nokron glanced at Dream Garment, as if expecting it.

"Long time no see." Dream Garment, drenched in blood, as though having undergone countless battles, nodded coldly.

The two maintained silence, neither speaking.

The gathering of two legendary ancient and enigmatic leaders led everyone to remain silent, fearing any disturbance.

"Is that my master? Still alive? Wasn't it said that she died in prehistoric times?"

Dream Garment's legacy disciple, Sylvie, watched this scene thinking to herself: Indeed, Emperor Nokron and Senior Dream Garment have a connection; despite rumors of ancient enmity, there was no hate upon meeting.

Sylvie had detected traces long before!

If they were enemies, why search for traces of Dream Garment, and why did Nokron painstakingly preserve Dream Garment's legacy?

This seems less like... mortal enemies, more like friends.

Moreover, such a profound connection suggests that through historical similar figures, another akin to Dream Garment, he reminisces.

I am but a stand-in for Dream Garment.

Clearly, Emperor Nokron harbors special feelings for Dream Garment.

"Our Atabia Dynasty, lying dormant until now, still cannot escape upheavals?" On the other side, seeing the scene unfold, even Atabia, who had just awakened, began contemplating rapidly.

Dream Garment, the most mysterious of historical figures, traversing various eras!

A Supreme Ancient God like this, even at their peak, may not have been weaker than the Thunderbolt Ancient God or the Light Ancient God... a majestic myth of the Multi-Dimensional universe.

But wasn't she dead in the past?

Did she build this Trade Ancient City while journeying through eras?

So, what was the goal of constructing this ancient city, and who awaited here in the future?

Atabia glanced silently at the distant Nokron:

"It turns out she had foreseen destiny, building the ancient city, merely waiting for someone, most likely waiting for Nokron..."

"No, perhaps it's also waiting for me, the next Time Ancient God."

Here at the Trade Ancient City, they probably fell into Dream Garment's calculations, with this city acting as a rest stop in a remote wilderness, only seeking them at an opportune time.

"Luckily, I didn't step inside." Atabia felt incredibly calm.

Indeed, those high and lofty beings all harbor colossal fears and grand plans.

The Elf Ancient God was the same!

Entering his prison city, he dealt kindly with the present Dark Matter Million Gods, yet traveled back to the past, delivering heavy blows to them.

While Atabia was proud, he wasn't foolish. Seeing a trap, he wouldn't blindly jump in—how else could he survive, climb to the top, and see brighter vistas?

"Whom Dream Garment Ancient God awaits is irrelevant for now."

General Herodotus of the Empire slowly spoke, cautiously, "The most important thing is, wasn't Dream Garment dead in Prehistory long ago, at Nokron's hands?"

Yet Atabia chuckled, "You! Underestimating the Time Ancient Gods too much. To them, the timeline isn't a straight line, and if history is accurate, Dream Garment will soon travel to the ancient past, dying in the distant Prehistory at..."

"Nokron's hand."

These words fell, leaving the Million Gods' subordinates in silence.

This is too incredible, yet it fits history as the only explanation.

But Dream Garment altering eras' history, forcibly twisting cause and effect—she must be aware of her own death, yet why not choose to change it?

"As a Time Ancient God myself, in my view... there is only one possibility: she did it willingly."

Atabia displayed a complex, longing expression, "Just as I chose my fate, knowing my death beforehand."

"Your Majesty, you mean..."

"Yes, this fate is what she desired, and she chose to accept it." Atabia smiled slightly.

"For us, only by seeing the timeline and the future where victory is confirmed can it be accepted with ease."

"She clearly knows her sacrifice is worthwhile, so why hesitate?"

"...To not despise destiny, so long as it's the one envisioned." Atabia murmured.

Watching the magnificent, blood-stained, breathtaking female Divine King from afar, he suddenly wanted to know what happened in history.

What reason kept her willing to endure causal backlash, altering fate to accept her death?

What occurred in the far past that made her willingly die at ancient Nokron's hands?

Atabia, with deepening insights: "Because she, foresaw the destiny she longed for, seeing Nokron's successful resurrection in the future."