My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 904 - 846: Space-Time Yuan Primordial, Transmigrator Regulations

"The two of us joining hands has actually achieved Harmonization!"

In that moment, with a ringing, drawn-out roar, within the Long River of Time, the Emperor and Atabia both revealed faint smiles. Across endless ages, they had finally taken that last half-step.

Only, this Enlightenment Technique was flawed.

It required the two of them acting together to become that Saint of Space-Time.

Separately, their Realm would fall.

"Fortunately, it’s finally done."

Atabia smiled and said to the Emperor:

"Although, for now, it takes both of us working together to display this great might, the most critical step has already been broken through. Later, once the two of us refine ourselves a few more steps, each of us alone will be able to be a Yuan Primordial Space-Time Saint."

The Emperor smiled as he heard this.

This first step had been taken by a somewhat opportunistic method; but with this Realm in hand, the cultivation that followed would be far simpler.

"Now then, those Saints of Time in the Long River of Time must have a statute laid down to restrain them a bit."

Atabia’s gaze suddenly fell upon those big fish in the Long River of Time, busy creating one Cosmos after another.

He and the Emperor were truly racing against time.

To say they were fighting for every second was no exaggeration, because he knew this temporal node was far too sensitive!

If he could not break through in time, this Cosmos might be destroyed in an instant!

Only, the two of them had not publicly announced this "Cosmos could be destroyed at any moment" news. Instead, they helped Nokron hold talent selections all across the Multi-dimensional Universe, creating a prosperous, song-and-dance Gorgeous Universe era to cover up the secrets of heaven.

Feasts and revelry on the surface, hiding undercurrents in the dark.

Where did the possibility of this Cosmos’s annihilation lie?

Of course, in the sudden appearance of a large number of Ancient Gods of Time!

The most terrifying thing was: they could traverse the Past.

That meant any one of them could travel through past, present, and future, go back before recorded history, alter the era where the four Ancient Saints won, and even kill them in their childhood!

Previously, Atabia had thought this method incredibly powerful!

But now that others might use it on him, he felt only fear.

To the point that any random Ancient God of Time could use this method to kill, at the root, Elis—who was now at a Realm above his own as a Yuan Primordial Saint!

Realm did not matter, cultivation did not matter, trump cards did not matter... they could erase you directly in the Past. That was the true might of Time.

However, at present, these Saints of Time did not dare to traverse the Past.

Because, just as had been said before.

The cost of the Past was immense. If they altered the Past, that meant they altered the entire history, negated their Present, and in turn caused their future selves never to be born...

History changes; they themselves die.

So, for now, not a single "big fish of time" had chosen to use this nuclear-scale mutual-destruction weapon.

But even if they did not use it, they were still holding Nuclear Weapons capable of destroying the Cosmos.

What if some Ancient God of Time had an antisocial personality, or suffered some devastating blow and grew utterly hopeless, deciding to drag the entire Cosmos down to die with them?

Each and every one of them was an apocalypse-grade taboo of the Cosmos!

What was more, those big fish had been getting plundered madly of late, wailing like ghosts; even Atabia felt his heart leap in fright watching it.

How did these people dare rob them?

Were they not afraid that these Saints of Time, pushed too far, would have their Tao Heart collapse, and simply go all the way, perishing together with them?

This sense of being unable to control one’s own life was deeply unpleasant.

Therefore.

They were desperate to break through.

To restrain this batch of Ancient Gods of Time, forbidding them from meddling recklessly in the Long River of Time!

"Now it’s finally fine. We have broken through successfully; we are now the Upper-Rank of their Authority and can lock down the other Ancient Gods of Time."

The Emperor laughed softly, still shaken, and said, "Otherwise, the entire historical record of the Cosmos could be destroyed. This power of Time is far too taboo!"

At this moment, Atabia revealed a faint smile. "No, it is not destruction. Even if history is jolted, we are all dead, the Cosmos will still not be destroyed."

He clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze overlooking the entire River, eyes icy cold:

"We think too highly of ourselves. From the macroscopic perspective of the Cosmos, we are merely large grains of dust in history."

"If Time shifts, history is revised, and we in history die, if we never reach the summit, others like us will ascend instead. The Civilization of this cosmic era will not regress."

History has never regressed for lack of any particular individual.

That would be far too self-important.

They think that by altering Time they can annihilate the Cosmos?

All that happens is that the Cosmos takes another branch, and another group of Four Ancient Saints appears instead.

The Cosmos does not care.

Cross time however you like; whoever rules, rules. Any timeline where the Four Saints triumph is nothing but a splash in the great river of nature’s history.

You think you can destroy the world?

No one can!

Even Li Qing, that greatest black hand in history, who used the Cosmos as a Sand Table and all living beings as pieces, dragging one possible future after another forward—he too could not destroy the entire Cosmos.

Even if, mighty as he was, he killed every living being in the Cosmos and, with that great hand of his, tore the Cosmos’s Matter into billions of fragments, scattering them into the corners of various Subspaces.

Dissecting the Cosmos by force, turning it into endless particles, separated by immeasurable distances—would the Cosmos then be dead?

No.

Those endless particulate bits of Matter might, with the passage of endless years, give birth to new life, converge into continents one after another, and over time be gathered together by the hands of the strong, reforming into a new Cosmos, reenacting heaven and earth.

Thus, the Cosmos cannot be killed, no matter what you do.

Before the face of nature, humans, after mastering various technologies and Advanced Civilizations, have merely imagined themselves too powerful.

At this moment.

A message that shook heaven and earth resounded through the entire Multi-dimensional Universe:

"We two have proven the Dao to become Yuan Primordial Great Saints of Space-Time, having leapt beyond a single Cosmos as Cosmic Saints, and now rule over the boundless, present-day Multi-dimensional Universe!"

"Bearing the mandate of heaven, walking the Way of heaven, the two of us will now design the Long River of Time, establishing Time statutes and seventeen historical decrees to restrain all Time Travelers who would arbitrarily alter the history of the Cosmos!"

Henceforth, the ordinances for Transmigrators in the Cosmos formally appeared.

This was a scene of immense historic weight; for the entire era of the Multi-dimensional Universe, it was tantamount to finally gaining a backbone.

Everyone clearly understood:

Without rules, nothing can take shape. The Multi-dimensional Universe must have various heavenly laws laid down by Yuan Primordial Saints to bring an end to chaos and guarantee order among all Parallel Universes.

And the laws of Time were the essential pillars for maintaining developmental order across the entire Multi-dimensional Universe.

From this point on.

No one dared to traverse wilfully and twist the historical course of Civilizations...

To arbitrarily revise the established history of a past Cosmos was to gravely defy the heavenly laws of the Multi-dimensional Universe!

At the same time, all the currently existing Saints of Time were summoned into the Long River of Time, their Authorities to be constrained and rules set for the creation of Cosmoses.

"We pay respects to the Yuan Primordial Saints!"

"We pay respects to the Great Saints!"

One after another, the Saints of Time saluted respectfully within the Long River of Time.

Some of the new Saints of Time who had previously sung a different tune and grumbled in secret were drenched in cold sweat, terrified of being singled out later to be punished.

The Space-Time Power was their Upper-Rank.

At most, they each governed a single Cosmos, remaining merely Cosmic Saints of a single universe, whereas the others governed the Multi-dimensional Universe—the entire cosmic map.

It was as if they were merely City Lords of one city, while the others were the Emperor ruling countless cities!

"Very well, we will first speak to you of this Time God’s overall plan."

Their gazes were ice-cold. "The birth and death of this Cosmos, the creation of each new Cosmos—we will establish a set of rules for them, such that birth and death cycle of themselves."