My Bottle Cosmos

Chapter 918 - 860: Chaotic Times, the Fleeing Multi-dimensional Universe Civilization Fleet

Edge of the Yuan Primordial Saint battlefield, Qingyun Universe.

A tall, handsome red-haired man, covered in blood, stood on top of a corpse, gasping for breath and laughing heartily: "I finally won! I defeated the Saint of Life in this universe."

As he journeyed, he had finally fused with 81 versions of himself, reached the peak of 140, attained the rank of Saint of Life, and chose to challenge the Saint of this universe.

The Saint of the Qingyun Universe was one of the first batch to reach enlightenment, with a mere qualification of 133, far from being perfect.

But the opponent had monopolized the entire universe and had been cultivating for a long time in his headquarters, having previously defeated countless challengers with perfect foundations. Now he had finally succeeded.

"I am now a Saint," he murmured.

Powerful, ultimate, invincible, represents the strongest force in the universe.

Mastering a Holy Position, designing the original code of one’s life order, freely modifying the universe like an engineer of this universe’s life code.

They ruled over all heavens and civilizations in the universe, in one Crystal Wall World after another, sitting in the Celestial Realm, an eternal, towering existence!

Saints are the most powerful and formidable force in the universe.

Just then, before the red-haired Saint could invite guests for a celebration, terrifying explosions suddenly echoed from afar.

He then saw an incredible scene.

A Saint suddenly descended, exuding an unbelievable pressure.

"A High Tier Saint!" the red-haired Saint’s eyes flickered, "I just broke through to a Low-Rank Saint, defeating a Middle-Rank was extremely difficult. How could such a presence appear before me?"

The Saint did not even acknowledge him, arriving at the sealed site and breaking all the Saint Locks.

And then, with a voice that filled him with fear, declared: "The locks have all been destroyed, we can enter!"

Next, in the despairing eyes of the red-haired Saint.

Saints, one after another, symbols of ultimate cosmos and supreme, began to leap forth into his entire universe, bringing along their families, each differing in appearance.

Some were mighty and handsome generals, others were beautiful and alluring goddesses, and even old classic Saints who ruled over several universes.

They leaped over one by one, continuously invading this universe.

"This... this..." The red-haired Saint was stunned, how was his universe deserving of so many Saints coming?

Frantically he asked, "May I ask you fellow Daoists..."

"They’re coming again, run quickly."

"Damn it, more than thirty universes have been destroyed already, bulldozing through without any resistance, even the ripple effects can eradicate every Saint."

"This place isn’t safe, we need to hide further away, we have to keep running."

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These words made the red-haired Saint feel like his world view had been overturned.

They were running?

Running with their families?

Was something chasing them from behind, something more terrifying than Saints?

He vaguely thought of a possibility and hadn’t had the chance to ask when he heard the leading Saint speaking to a Saint of Time’s shadow beside him: "Your Excellency, do you still have strength?"

"There is still some strength left."

The Saint of Time gave a bitter smile, "However, previously, the matter was lost again."

They were a group of more than ten Saints of Time, each tasked with helping a group of Saints to flee, and now there were several escape "Cosmic Fleets," carrying the hope of their civilization cosmos, rushing into the distance.

As for resistance?

How could one resist such terrifying multidimensional forbidden entities?

They could only run.

And now, they ran as they built new parallel universes, using them as stepping stones, one new bubble after another, fleeing further down the Long River of Time.

For example, the red-haired Saint before them.

Did he think he was from the Real Universe?

In fact, he was a newly observed Saint from the future parallel universe of this cosmos five thousand years later.

This new universe had just been born!

He was originally just a virtual image, brought to reality by the observation of all Saints.

They had already leaped countless times, not too exhausted, but mainly this Saint of Time had been knocked unconscious several times while traversing the future.

Some matter had been lost.

This made those fleeing incredibly furious, and they didn’t consider the circumstances, when they knocked out a transcending Saint of Time like a bandit robbing them.

All right.

The Saints of future universes didn’t know what had happened, after all, each universe’s future timeline was independent, they were just normally robbing the Saint of Time as bandits.

Knocking out the Saint of Time was an old practice!

But now, this was making things hard for them!

"Forget it, with less matter, so be it, we take our assets and run, it’s still bearable for now. No need to bother with the new universe bandits. Just leave, because if fighting reaches here, their universe will likely perish soon."

For the leading Saint said, "Now the Multi-dimension universe is in a state of rapid special transition due to the massive battle of the Yuan Primordial Saint, with numerous universes rapidly perishing and being born."

This batch of Saints rested at the spot.

This multidimensional cosmic calamity was a reshuffle; as long as they survived, it was stronger than anything else.

They had glimpsed the center of the multidimensional battlefield just once, scared out of their wits and permanently shadowed, and hurried to escape.

As long as they survived, with the reshuffle, they may still reach greater heights.

Now, exhausted, they were resting in place, preparing to continue fleeing as here might not be safe.

However, what worried them the most was.

"We are creating future universes, distancing from the battlefield, but it also means we’re stepping into new futures, and our technology is perpetually lagging."

"If we go to new futures, we might gradually become vulnerable to newly emerging Saints. Like in a game mode, we might one day find ourselves in an unknown ’map’ and be destroyed and robbed by them."

They exchanged glances, silently observing the red-haired Saint before them.

This individual, in reality, had surpassed them somewhat.

But what could they do?

They had to keep fleeing into the next future, traversing again and again, avoiding the current warfare in the Multi-dimensional universe!

"We hope that all of us present, through hardship, will rise completely."

The leading Saint stood up and said, "Let’s keep running, lest in some future we run into a monstrosity who slays our whole group single-handedly."

With a loud boom, the universe behind them suddenly exploded.

Clearly, the battlefield was affecting a larger and larger area.

"Let’s go! Keep fleeing!! To the next future!" They created new universes, continued to traverse, and fled toward far away.

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In a distant multi-dimensional universe, terrible battles pierced through layer after layer of universes.

Four Saints battled each other in pairs.

Atabia against Elis, Saint of Light against the Emperor.

The Light Ancient God waged war all the way, exuding golden light.

At this moment, anger flashed through Atabia’s eyes as he said in a deep voice, "You have been dragging the battlefield, intentionally expanding the scope of the war, driving them to run, planning to kill all the Saints of the Multi-dimensional universe?"

"Hmph, I’m allowing them to adapt to the battle. As the weak, if they don’t adapt to the strong, they cannot conform to the new realm limit of the universe and are destined to be eliminated by the currents of time."

The Light Ancient God’s eyes glimmered coldly.

The clash between them was no longer simply tangible, but an obscure concept of primordial order, colliding in the boundless, endless Multi-dimensional universe.