My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 919 - 861: The Ultimate Battle

"Look! Their escape, this is the future of the Cosmos!"

Endless brilliance erupts, as the Light Ancient God slowly leaps from a collapsing universe to another, like an ice floe jumping to another.

A mere single universe cannot withstand their several bouts of insanity, eventually leading to the breakdown of high-tier Dao, order collapsing, returning to the primal chaos of a great explosion!

Their battles are not purely of force and energy.

More akin to the mobilization of primal authority, space, life, matter, time, four forces clashing with each other, as if the universe returns to Hongmeng, reverting to the beginning.

"Do not pity the universe for its fragility, we only need to ravage it madly, it will adapt on its own."

"Nature, possesses an unbelievably large self-regulating mechanism."

The Light Ancient God walks step by step, pointing at the brilliant multi-dimensional space-time, endless Multi-Dimensional universe, and laughs:

"This is the mechanism that forbids decay!"

"They are fleeing, in the mode of breaking through barriers, escaping to one future after another."

"These Sainted beings, after reaching the summit, feel secure? Ridiculous, simply too ridiculous!"

The Light Ancient God shows a trace of disdain, "If I don’t force them, do they think they can just retire? They are either intercepted by unknown enemies or survive through countless catastrophes of one universe after another and reach the peak!"

This lunatic!

A complete lunatic!

Atabia slowly turns his head, showing a bit of surprise in his eyes.

This is indeed the usual operation of the Light Ancient God.

Raising gu.

Leaving nothing off-limits, throwing a bunch of poisonous worms in, using bloody wars to simulate the future.

The current Multi-Dimensional universe is a flourishing lychee tree.

Hung with numerous lychees, each branch furiously perishing and regenerating.

Branching out over and over again.

The universe is destroyed, Saints become historical phantoms, a new universe is re-observed and collapses into a new physical universe amidst wave-particle duality.

The central battlefield universes sink into Hell, beings of All Heavens and Myriads of Realms cry daily, civilizations are born and die, all things alternate.

Those Sainted beings are fleeing, can only flee, to one future after another!

This is akin to boiling the entire stagnant universe intensely, furiously flowing, furiously growing!

"A battle of Saints has been fought for countless ages, now with our higher realm, say, how long can this battle last?"

Suddenly, the Light Ancient God reveals a meaningful smile.

Boom!

He and the opponent collide fiercely again, each jumping apart, respectively landing in different universes forward and backward, separated by five thousand years in time, gazing at each other from afar and answering on their own:

"We... will fight to the end of the cosmos."

"Our battle will become a part of the cosmos’ regular order!"

"In the future, history will record a line: Yuan Primordial Saints eternally battle in the depths of multi-dimensional chaos, their battlefield flows like a natural celestial calamity, and Saints of one universe after another eternally flee!"

"This is the Cosmic Dark Era of the multi-dimensional battle royale! Migrant cosmos!"

The Light Ancient God’s mouth curves into a deep smile, full of tranquility and kindness:

"Killing is salvation, Atabia, do you still not understand?"

"Slaughtering darkness is the light of rebirth!!"

He roars, suddenly raising his arm high, as if a massive material sun is sweeping up, golden flames illuminating all heavens.

"Until new Yuan Primordial Saints are born, join our four in the Chaos Battlefield."

"You can’t escape, you can only be entangled with me, only keep fighting!"

"This is the fate I’ve planned."

In Atabia’s eyes appears a trace of realization.

Is this the future the Light Ancient God aspires to?

Not only can the Saints not rest, they can only madly participate in the battle royale, but these Yuan Primordial Saints also can only eternally fight, also in survival of the fittest!

This battle today.

Will thoroughly commence the Multi-Dimensional universe’s history of countless billions of years.

The Long River of Space-Time, at this moment, may truly be the Long River of Space-Time.

This turbulent river truly encompasses all possible existences of the Multi-Dimensional universe in the [present], [past], [future].

And their Four Saints’ rampage exists in the interstices of the triune historical times: past, present, and eternity, becoming a regular part, becoming a part of the death order in the Multi-Dimensional universe.

They become the fundamental root order of the new Multi-Dimensional universe logic.

"No wonder you’re the greatest hidden hand in cosmic history, even the Dream Garment fears you, what an arrogant Demon God..."

"Eternal fighting, this is really a terrible work duration." Atabia couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing, knowing he was already powerless to change anything.

This is the order planned by the Light Ancient God; oneself cannot reverse it.

Because one can only fight him, if he were to escape, he alone could conquer the entire Multi-Dimensional universe, seize all matter, achieve complete victory!

After all, their war is a war of resources.

Boom!

In the next moment, Atabia and the Light Ancient God collide again, another new universe is shattered, countless futures madly flash in the conceptual eyes of the two beings.

This is not a contest of fists against fists, but a collision of unseen higher-dimensional authority.

"Ah!!"

As the two sides clash, Atabia’s always calm and steady face finally shows a touch of madness, "Light Ancient God, do you think I will follow your destined cosmos order and develop amidst endless slaughter?"

"Your mind is in turmoil," the Light Ancient God suddenly said.

"Destiny, indeed is destiny."

Atabia ignored it, "Back then you stood outside the Crystal Wall, destroying our Atabia Dynasty, I led the dynasty to battle against you, and now, it’s just a reenactment!"

"I will declare war anew, Atabia Dynasty on the tree, and the Light Ancient God with Elis from back then, will fight again, this is also the final battle."

"History is just a cycle, now is returning to the beginning, and also the demise."

Atabia gently leaps to the canopy hung with countless fruits, overlooking the endless multi-dimensional below, sneering coldly.

He was never a good person, nor did he seek to save all beings, simply opposed every means of this hateful fellow.

"Hmm?" The Light Ancient God reveals surprise, looking up at that Ancient Tree, then smiling, "Since it’s to be reenacted, should you become a giant Tree-man, and should I rebuild a Crystal Wall to gaze across at you?"

"Go to hell!!" Atabia suddenly reaches out and slashes, space folds into a river, "There is only one way to break through, and that is to advance here and prove knocking you down!"

"Then come on."

As the light gradually fades, different images appear behind the Light Ancient God; these are Atabia and the countless timelines in boundless future possibilities, seeing the two Yuan Primordial Saints waging war in all manner of ways.