My universe in a bottle

"It's you again." Yang Tiansheng suddenly became somewhat silent.

In a sense.

His life was really hard. He was running around all his life. Living was more tiring than dying. He wanted to enjoy his old age in peace in his last days.

But after entering the mortal world, the woman he fell in love with didn't like him either.

He sighed in his heart and couldn't help but look at this race called "Monster Beasts".

This sight made some waves in my heart.

"This race is extreme."

"Humans transform into beasts, and beasts transform into humans. The two forms are very special. They should be a new branch of martial arts practice."

"However, although this clan is powerful, they are violent and animalistic, and may become a hidden danger."

He was pleasantly surprised for a few seconds and was delighted to see Liexin:

"With this monster as a starting point, there are many possibilities for martial arts in the martial arts world. Who are you? Why are you helping us like this? Our martial arts world once had a connection with you?"

"This is just giving you a choice. It depends on you." The voice has disappeared.

"A choice?"

He suddenly laughed, "My path is still here after all. It seems that I am exhausted after all."

Since I want to spend the rest of my life in an ordinary way, I can't get it.

Instead of being immersed in the emotion of lovelorn, thinking about the beauty of that girl every day, and thinking about her heartily, it is better to continue to push the times to numb yourself.

"That's all, that's all, this may be my destiny in this life!"

He raised his head and sighed, making a decision in his heart, "Love, ordinary, is destined to miss me. This life will be tied to martial arts."

On this day, Yang Tiansheng, who wanted to retire, returned to Wushen Mountain.

In his later years, he began to exert his last remaining energy.

Although he is exhausted and sleepy every day, he has rich experience.

This old man led the geniuses of various aristocratic families and sects in holy places to study new martial arts secrets.

"This is a test. I will help you to test whether you can carry the future."

At this point, the "Ancestral Scripture of Demonic Beasts" was gradually developed as one of the famous geniuses of Wushen Palace perfected it, and the lineage of beast transformation and demon transformation began to be born.

Martial arts calendar year 2931.

The born emperor spread the method of demon cultivation and benefited the common people.

Humanity has also begun to see the emergence of various new martial arts systems.

The martial arts of complete animal transformation is a kind of magical skill. Even the entire species is not human, and the child conceived is also a little monster beast!

This method is powerful and irreversible.

A true martial arts master disdains practice.

What is more popular is that some of these martial arts, various flying wing skills, have become popular, making it easier for many strong people to travel.

Just very gorgeous.

At first glance, all kinds of local gold wings seem to be in the earthy world of the legendary web game.

There are even some gorgeous warrior styles, the saint sons of certain sects, flying in the sky, wearing a pair of golden Chelsea, golden wings, and long purple hair shawl.

"It seems that the aesthetics of this world still need to be improved."

Li Qing looked at this scene and couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.

Of course, there is no attempt to forcefully distort aesthetics.

He is just making a small move, affecting the overall trend of this era. It is impossible to cover everything and interfere in such small things.

What's more, aesthetics change with the times.

This exaggerated and gorgeous clothing style will sooner or later be eliminated with the development of the times and its rich heritage.

And this born emperor was a surprise to Li Qing after all.

Unexpectedly, under his own small influence, he continued to promote the progress of the era, laid the cornerstone of this era, completed one of his rudimentary conjectures, and became a martial arts emperor with great influence.

"If we look at the entire history of creation, it is rare to find an emperor who is so diligent, does not make trouble, and works conscientiously to promote the civilized era."

In terms of the current era, he is more driven by the times than the emperor who has been reading books and studying secrets.

The emperor walks on a piece of land.

This is an extremely small civilization. He passed through a long and narrow world tunnel and came here, and saw the stone tablets in front of the passage, with the names of heroes from each era written on them.

"Is this the original wizarding world?"

"That one, the original hometown?"

The emperor raised his head and walked in Ning Guochang's original residence, which consisted of three rooms and one living room.

After recovering from his injuries these days, he was not in a hurry to find his opponent for a decisive battle. Instead, he was absorbing the experience of that battle and began to improve his "Heaven's Heart Jue".

Every battle worthy of attention is sacred to him. He must reach the peak of his skills before looking for the other party.

Give it your all.

That is respect for one's own martial arts, and it is also respect for the enemy.

You know, he only has a few hobbies in his life.

One is an equally matched enemy.

The second is to collect novel and interesting martial arts secrets.

And he took advantage of this period of improvement and familiarity with "Tian Xin Jue" to come to this so-called original wizarding world.

He saw one of the original world trees.

There is also a huge abyssal sea world.

The World Tree is an entity, and it is impossible for the soul to ascend through time. The World Tree in Minis was rebuilt there.

This is the original World Tree.

"Ah, when can we step into the legend and ascend to the upper world?"

"so hard."

There are people walking on the street.

This place is still very prosperous and has its own dynasty.

This wizarding world has not been abandoned. There are still creatures living and thriving here, but civilization has almost stopped.

When they reach a certain level, they will ascend to the big world.

Tread.

The emperor's brows moved.

He passed through the guards of the elves, came to the original world tree, entered the sealed secret passage left by Minis, and easily saw a fossilized tree figure, sitting quietly on the throne.

"Atabia?"

He whispered:

"That era was so dazzling and so fascinating. Even the black hand that is grazing our civilization now, the Elf God King Minis, has become inconspicuous under the two radiant figures."

Unfortunately, no one in this era can awaken this being.

Perhaps, only true gods who have walked the path of demigods have the power to awaken the other party.

"Pity"

The emperor looked at this statue quietly and said, "It's a pity that you and I are not in the same era."

"The mythical heroes who once wielded swords against the ancient gods. And what great beings the ancient gods were." He whispered.

"Five days, and five hundred years later, it's time to go back."

As the voice fell, the whole figure suddenly melted, and the emperor had returned.

Martial arts calendar year 2991.

A piece of news resounded throughout the world:

The born emperor is seriously ill and is about to pass away.

When people heard the news, many sects were in an uproar. Thinking back on his life, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

He rose up in the darkest era of the entire martial arts era, dormant all the way, and finally emerged from the sky, killed eight dark and corrupt people, and put an end to the troubled times!

It was he who opened up the world's martial arts secrets, most of the Demigod Fate Maps, a total of 67 Fate Maps, and various secret books, allowing the common people to completely see the future of the Demigod Realm and reveal its true appearance.

It was still him who proposed the theory of integrating the Great World House, integrating the eight wasteland continents into four domains for the sake of the world.

Even before he died, he used the last embers of his life to light the last fireworks, and then promoted the development of the demon martial arts system, creating a new martial arts future for future generations.

Dedicate yourself to the end of your life and die.

His lifetime achievements are unprecedented and ushered in a great era.

Born to be a great emperor, he lives up to his name, and his whole life belongs to the name of a great emperor, a pure born emperor.

Of course, this sick and hemoptysis person was about to pass away, and people again remembered that the previous emperor was also so sick.

What truth is hidden on the Martial Arts Continent?

Is there really a high-dimensional civilization grazing their continent?

All this is alarming.

And when Yang Tiansheng was about to die, even the famous martial arts doctor said that he had less than half a year to live, but he still did not die.

He persisted and created a miracle.

The old man on the hospital bed seemed to have a strong spirit supporting him, as if he was waiting for someone.

Martial arts calendar is 3000 years old.

The old man was lying on the bed sickly, his skin was sagging and his eyes were cloudy.

The great martial arts emperor who had once shocked an era, and whose majesty and majesty of the emperor's way was strong, whose great talent, strategy and ambition overthrew the dark and corrupt tall young man, could not withstand the erosion of injuries and years.

"Cough cough cough!" The old man suddenly coughed violently.

Ahem!

Suddenly, another coughing sound also sounded in the Martial God Palace.

The old man suddenly became quiet. With that familiar cough, time seemed to have returned to the foot of the mountain more than nine hundred years ago. The handsome and powerful young man in white looked at his remaining head.

"The Son of Heaven."

The eyes of the old man on the hospital bed were moist. He had to wait for nine years to wait for the next emperor's decree, which was three thousand years.

He wanted to wait for an answer.

He hoped that the emperor had not died and martial arts civilization still had a future.

And now, he finally got the answer he wanted, and the emperor's request came as promised.

This old man's eyes were cloudy and white, and he could see nothing. His vision seemed to be hazy and foggy.

"I know you are coming back," the old man whispered, "You will definitely come back and not be dead. That body is not really dead."

"So, you have persisted until now?"

The emperor suddenly coughed violently and covered his lips with a handkerchief, but blood still spurted out.

"Yes, I want to get an answer. It doesn't matter if you are still alive or if I die. If you die too, we will have no future."

The old man only moved his lips and looked at the ceiling dully: "I'm ready for the emperor's order this time. Although there are still many things that haven't been researched yet."

But in fact, most of them are impossible to study.

The emperor did not say this sentence.

What else could he say?

Is everything a beautiful misunderstanding?

Or something else?

He didn't want to say anything, breaking the other person's will would be more cruel than killing.

I remember the first time we met, this young man was resisting the eight dark decays of Wushen Mountain, leaving only one head at the foot of the mountain.

Then go out into the void.

After a short five-day battle with those high-dimensional civilization guys, five hundred years had passed by the time he returned.

The weak man back then also climbed to the top again, completely defeated the opponent, and became the greatest martial arts emperor in the new era.

He is now.

Still only went out for five days.

I took a trip to the Wizarding World.

When he returned, another five hundred years had passed. The high-spirited heroes of the era had become old men and were about to usher in the end of their era.

Two five days are just a blink in his eyes.

There were only three meetings.

He has penetrated the other party's youth, peak and twilight years.

It is rare for an emperor to sit next to him and communicate with this old man. They talked about a lot of things.

Yang Tiansheng shared a lot of insights and knowledge, whether useful or not, and also told what the mysterious voice from outside was providing for him.

"It's him."

The emperor was not surprised, he just said something.

After a pause, he said:

"That senior probably didn't like that I didn't take responsibility and treated this era of martial arts with indifference and treated you indifferently. He couldn't stand it, so he helped me like this."

"Maybe I was wrong. When I really see him, I will apologize." The emperor seemed a little guilty.

The old man on the hospital bed trembled all over and opened his lips.

There were too many doubts in his heart about what kind of existence it was that even the emperor reacted like this.

Unfortunately, he had no time to ask.

After seeing the emperor for the last time and getting the news that he was still alive, he had completely fulfilled his wish. He had no fear of death at all and was just free and easy.

In his eyes, this coughing and sick figure was extremely reliable.

Even with filters added.

"In the long era and the long years, who can be transcendent?" This familiar young man smiled affectionately and gently touched the old man's face with his hand.

Feeling the warmth on his face, this old man who had devoted his whole life to the advancement of the times could no longer bear it and cried loudly in the silent Martial God Palace.

"Please be sure to win. I have broken free from my prison. It's up to you, senior. I wish you a prosperous martial arts career."

The emperor didn't answer and was silent for a long time.

He still remembered the familiar scene from the previous battle, the boy with only his head left, and a similar voice.

It's just that the young man turned into an old man.

"I hear your appeal. No cage can trap me."

He suddenly became serious, turned around and walked outside, picking up the thousand-year emperor's order, without any nostalgia for the blood-stained Martial God Mountain.

In the 3000th year of the martial arts calendar, Emperor Tiansheng died. The whole world mourned in silence, and every household was hung with white silk.

Nothing today