My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 915 - 857: Battle of Saints

Under Li Qing’s frantic assistance, Elis’s development speed was simply terrifying.

Even the entire Multi-dimensional Universe could potentially fall under her control.

After all, theoretically, everything within the Cosmos was within her Authority’s domain.

Meanwhile, the angels under Li Qing occasionally masqueraded as Ancient Material Gods, assisting in the operation of matter in various universes.

In doing so, they showcased the Light Church’s majesty, recruiting more followers.

Then continued delegating authority, allowing the local Saint of Life to manage further.

This brought great joy to the Life Ancient Gods of various universes:

"A universe without matter management will gradually enter entropy increase, heading toward destruction. Theoretically, all universes will eventually perish with the passage of time, becoming one of those existing for mere seconds."

"But now, occasional assistance prevents anomalies... My universe will not experience matter uncontrolled extinction, perhaps eliminating the need for local Ancient Material Gods to perform their duties?"

He secretly contemplated.

With external Ancient Material Gods occasionally assisting, his universe wouldn’t need a second Material Saint to share power!

"Looks like I need to suppress the growth of Ancient Material Gods, lest they compete with me for dominion."

This was the thought of each universe’s Life Ancient God.

Gradually, with overt and covert suppression, it became increasingly difficult for the already rare Ancient Material Gods to emerge.

...

Li Qing saw this and simply smiled inwardly.

This wave capitalized on human nature.

When others no longer needed the Ancient Material Gods’ help, they naturally wouldn’t want anyone sharing the benefits with them.

"In this way, although Ancient Material Gods won’t say they’ll never appear, the process has certainly slowed significantly."

"The universe’s own Saint of Life will suppress those young lives pursuing matter."

Li Qing pondered.

This wave played on human nature.

Yet, with how he’s assisting Elis in conquering the world, the Emperor and Atabia might not hold back anymore?

Come on.

Let’s get started.

...

Time continued to pass.

The flames of war grew increasingly intense, with half of the entire Multi-dimensional Universe fallen.

It was akin to the grand trend of heaven and earth, with numerous Saints of Life actively siding with their Upper-Rank Yuan Primordial Saints, allowing each universe to fall under their governance.

The unstoppable momentum seemed poised to swallow all universes, allowing them to manage the cosmos, with the two Saint of Space-Time merely overseeing space-time.

Many universes were already chanting the name of the Light Church.

The name of the Light Ancient God and Mother of Light resounded thoroughly throughout the entire Multi-dimensional Universe.

"This cannot continue."

Atop the canopy of the Long River of Space-Time, Atabia calmly watched the branches below, "We need to act."

The Emperor nodded.

Elis... was terrifying beyond measure.

Her strategy perfectly aligned with the times, delivering a series of strategic blows, causing territories across the Multi-dimensional Universe to collapse like a house of cards.

The Emperor thought for a moment and coldly said, "After all these years, you and I have researched Space-Time Power together. Now we should act and confront Elis."

The two Yuan Primordial Saints formally faced each other, initiating a confrontation.

It’s imaginable how terrifying a disaster this is for the universe.

As higher-tier Saint of Space-Time, they’re no longer simply ephemeral shadows of time, naturally possessing spatial attributes, exercising the power to kill and interfere with the material plane.

Their might has already extended throughout the Multi-dimensional Universe, capable of annihilating individual universes in an instant, just like crushing a bug egg in hand.

"Let’s meet with our old friends."

The Emperor considered momentarily and directly descended from the throne on the Long River of Space-Time, traversing several space-times in one stride, thoroughly arriving in a certain universe.

As soon as he landed, arriving at the territorial realm, the local universe’s Saint of Life instinctively sensed danger.

"Yuan Primordial Saint?"

The Long Vine Saint’s face turned utterly dark.

What grudge do I have?

Is everyone using my universe as a target?

However, after his initial shock, the Long Vine Saint hastily said, "Yuan Primordial Saint has descended; the junior failed to give you a proper welcome. But, you can’t act against me as I’m outside your Authority’s domain."

How can the Eastern Gods govern Western officials?

Look at Elis; she can’t touch the Saint of Space!

Because she doesn’t cultivate space, she can’t manage space jumps either.

As for myself, perhaps even the opponent can’t act against me, outside their Authority, furthermore the Life Ancient God is the toughest of all!

Thinking this, the Long Vine Saint felt an inexplicable joy:

"Earlier, I had no resistance against Elder Elis because I cultivated life. Now I can put on some act before this Yuan Primordial Saint."

The Emperor glanced at him and said, "Life is hard to kill, but this is the original universe. I should start from here."

"What do you mean, Elder?" The Long Vine Saint hadn’t yet basked in his glee, feeling something amiss.

"Starting with you."

The Emperor reached out, instantly encasing him in layers of space, trapping him inside a space box as the space shrank and shrank further.

The vast, immense Long Vine Saint immediately fell into his grasp.

The Emperor coldly said:

"Life Saints despairing, feeling disgust toward life, signifies voluntarily relinquishing their life Authority, rendering them no longer immortal."

"Killing a Life Saint is simple; letting them fall into despair in endless time will suffice."

"Once their will withers, death follows."

Upon these words, the Long Vine Saint felt the entire self submerged in a vast, endless white space, with time rapidly fleeting.

Surroundings devoid of sound, life, flowers, trees disappeared, solely leaving swiftly passing time, only endless void remaining.

"Not good! Loneliness is the universe’s ultimate torture."

The Long Vine Saint’s mind roared, extracting his bones, peeling his skin, subjecting himself to various tortures.

Life understands life.

Thus, life becomes the entity that understands how to torment life the most.

From his being, unspeakable pain transcending worldly limits emerged momentarily, with him, as the universe’s foremost torture expert, battling his own pain, experiencing life’s significance amidst endless time.

Even he hypnotized himself with various life forms, indulging in lengthy dreams, wonderful dreams, adding more fun to life’s journey.

"Just a delay."

The Emperor remained calm, observing the Long Vine Saint within the Space-Time Cage:

"Life can feel life; it’s because you’re too strong not to realize you’re dreaming? You knowingly deceive yourself, fooling yourself; how long can self-deception sustain you?"

"You may deceive yourself for ten thousand years, a million, even tens of millions, but more extended time will exhaust you, leaving you in despair."

The Emperor wielded Space-Time’s might, with time in his grasp like dough readily kneaded, with time’s scale in his eyes merely adjustable digits.

One breath equals ten thousand years.

Three hundred thousand years passed and the self-hypnotized Long Vine Saint had already conjured several hundred large dreams, indulging in becoming a Yuan Primordial Saint, defeating the Four Ancient Saints, indulging with countless women of the cosmic era....

All sorts of dreams, yet he was ultimately too strong, easily perceiving his dreaming, deceiving himself.

The persistent feeling of despair continued to manifest.

The face gradually revealed senility, despair, the appearance of an aging elderly figure, transitioning from a once-magnificent youth to an old man.

His heart aged.

"It’s over, I’m done!" The Long Vine Saint let out a long wail to the heavens, "I fear I’ll be remembered in history as the first Saint to die through Different High-tier Dao, crossing Domain shackles, being killed from across the cosmos."

The Emperor sensed his Life Force waning, slightly frowning, "As expected of a Saint, incredibly difficult to kill, even with us leading by a major Realm, it took three full minutes to slay him."

Just as the Long Vine Saint was on the brink of extinction, space-time suddenly ruptured, Elis descended furiously, "Release my vassal!"

"Take this punch!"

Elis swung her fist vigorously, unleashing terrifying power akin to an unprecedented material explosion in this universe.