My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 672 - 619: Bearing the Past, Embracing the Future

Emperor Nokron glanced at the Dream Garment, silent and speechless, several times on the verge of speaking but stopped.

The deep affection was palpable, seeing it Sylvie and Sylph clenched their fists silently.

Their Emperor Nokron had always been decisive in killing, normally just a fist's resolve, never hesitated like today... 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

From the high divine nature, revealing a trace of human weakness, inexplicably causing them heartache.

"My time is running out."

The gaze of the Dream Garment bypassed the hesitant Nokron, suddenly speaking softly, looking at everyone around, "Ladies and gentlemen, I will take you to a certain era to fulfill destined history."

"Destined history?" Atabia spoke.

"Yes, sometimes, one person's time travel is also a constant of the cosmos, precisely because their travel formed the current universe, this you should be able to understand." The Dream Garment smiled slightly.

"You have become the anchor point of the cosmos." Atabia said, "If you do not time travel, the destined history would cease to exist!"

"You want to take us? To participate in a certain battle? Is our combat power sufficient?" The Emperor stood up, having grown continuously over the years, already a budding Ancient God of Space, but in his heart he felt an inexplicable sense of dread.

A moment of destiny hidden deep within the universe, sufficient to alter historical phases.

The death of Emperor Nokron.

And the Dream Garment dying at Nokron's hands.

A sense of unease about the unknown surrounded him.

After all, regardless of anyone facing this situation, when an ancient entity travels through time appearing before you suddenly saying they need your help, no one would stay calm.

The Dream Garment's expression revealed a hint of gentleness, "Of course, it's enough, that era was too primitive, almost no one could complete real authority, all were mediocres... you fighting with primitives, there's still a chance."

The crowd of the Dark Matter Dynasty showed a hint of curiosity.

Primitive, just how primitive of an ancient era?

The cosmos not long after its inception?

Cosmic laws just being established?

If it were such a low-level, crude start of authority, it wouldn't be impossible to fight.

"You cannot return to that past, it would create a paradox with that version of you." The Dream Garment seemed to catch onto Nokron, apparently knowing what he was about to say.

"This is the fate I accept."

The Dream Garment waved a hand.

Swish, a gentle breeze blew past, the gap of time opened once again, Atabia and the others, unable to resist, were swept into the chaotic flow of time, as if transported to a distant prehistoric mythical era.

All that remained were Emperor Nokron, his two maids, and various presences lacking combat power, such as Black Star, Professor Wales, and other research-type talents.

"You..." At this moment, Sylph tried to speak but hesitated.

"I can't change anything." Nokron fell silent, looking towards the Trade Ancient City outside the sky, within which lay endless Multi-Dimensional Worlds.

...

Boom!

The surrounding brilliance flowed backward, as if time were reversing.

At this moment, indeed, these few individuals were traveling through time.

But it was a journey to the past an hour ago, disguised as a travel to the distant past eras ago.

Such a time travel hardly counted as travel, more akin to shifting places.

They were sent out of the city, leaving the Trade Ancient City to join the battle outside.

As the Ancient God of Time, of course Atabia could sense the malfunction in the time travel ratio.

Unfortunately, Li Qing interfered with his perception in this regard, altering his perception coefficient of the time axis, making him truly believe he had traveled to the distant prehistory.

"Distant prehistory?"

Atabia, watching the changes in space-time around him, displayed a hint of yearning, "Really wishing to see the wildness of that history, back then, humans too were striving to propel the civilization era, writing their own stories, inscribing chapters over eons of years."

The Emperor said, "Prehistory, perhaps someone researched the power of space, there might have been budding Ancient Gods of Space after all."

Herodotus nodded, "Emperor Atabia, your talents, overlapping through your experiences, have surpassed the limits of life, constituting an anomaly within the cosmos, your ability, even in prehistory, must have been exceptionally strong."

Time continued to flow, with the surrounding timelines reversing.

Crack!

The universe grew dark, debris strewn everywhere, the sky full of thunder.

Space-time twisted into phantom images, a mysterious door opened, some unknown presence traveled into this space-time.

A truly furious, battle-worn Elis, her hair disheveled, like a madwoman, suddenly raised her head, "That is!!"

The Dark Fan Divine King turned abruptly, casting an inquiring gaze towards the White Shuttle Divine King.

"Not a future me." The White Shuttle Divine King's pupils slightly contracted, "I have already traveled through this time segment once, and possessing the ability to time travel... it could only be that one."

The Dream Garment.

Immediately, everyone thought of this name.

That woman, mysterious to the extreme, faced death time and time again, enduring the backlash of time's causality, yet always in a state of near-death, traveling through time repeatedly.

Traversing the Innate Era, the Postnatal Era, and now once again traveling into this Dark Age.

Just what is she plotting?

Repeatedly traversing the Long River of Time, advocating loudly, willing to risk her life to change something?

And instantly, they noticed that this time, the person traveling to this era was not the Dream Garment alone.

A total of four.

"Taking people through time, how exaggerated is this to such a degree?" The expression of the White Shuttle Divine King completely changed.

He couldn't understand!

He didn't know this wasn't genuine time travel, merely feeling greatly shocked.

After making an unprecedented mistake himself, bringing an Ancient Dragon from the future back, his worldview was once again overturned.

What kind of terrifying authority would it take, mastering the might of how much of time, to achieve such a feat?

In comparison, he felt like a laughingstock as the Ancient God of Time.

"She endured backlash three times in succession, surely destined to die, yet she can still live a few more days, her ability might have already been that of a complete Ancient God of Time." The White Shuttle Divine King slowly uttered a fearful speculation.

These words caused even the Dark Fan Divine King beside him to reveal a trace of apprehension.

In other words, this woman has mastered the [Past][Present][Future], being one of the ultimate Supreme Gods of Cosmos.

It's crucial to know that their level-one divine map is still incomplete, only half accomplished and lacking.

Although in this changed era, they are confident they can also complete the map, but that would be in the distant future.

"Is this prehistory?" Atabia scanned the surrounding, suddenly landing gaze on the White Shuttle Divine King's expression, "Prehistoric Time God?"

In an instant, everyone focused on the external assistance brought by the Dream Garment.

"Herodotus!"

And the frenzied, battling Elis suddenly looked up, exclaiming in shock, "Indeed, it is fate, all history repeats!"

The war between the Elf World and the Abyss World, the world tree covering everything, herself a little spider hidden in darkness, the Imperial General Herodotus facing the Demon Monarch Nokron seated on his dark throne!

Herodotus looked up, also shaking to the core, gazing at the malevolent Ancient Demon Monarch in the sky, named Fist, adorned with the Sixth Thorn Crown that once marked a heavy stroke in his own fate.

"This appearance, identical to back when I ventured deep into the Abyss World, descended to the seabed, and battled the recently resurrected being."

That undersea Bubble Fist, unforgettable in memory.

"So, is this how it is?" Imperial General Herodotus murmured, also believing in this destiny deemed coincidental, slowly donning his own Six-pronged Thorn Crown.

"I ended his bygone myth, yet also bear his future resurrection."