My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 591 - 552: Who is creating momentum? Just go with the flow!_2

Chapter 591: Chapter 552: Who is creating momentum? Just go with the flow!_2

This news completely crushed them.

Manpower was already scarce, and now someone has backstabbed their team members, directly turning them into the enemy’s people.

Misfortunes never come singly; another piece of news arrived:

"Those Dark Matter Civilizations, the Rule Mecha, have begun to tear apart the spatial wall membrane and comprehend the realm of rule authority!"

This news made it even more unbearable!

How did their technology system’s rule diagram get cultivated?

They cannot reside permanently in the Fourth Realm, so they constantly tear down the cosmic membrane, staying in this realm again and again to comprehend its rule diagrams.

An entity with profound rule comprehension has torn apart numerous cosmic membranes in a lifetime, tearing a few each year as cultivation resources, gradually accumulating to reach those heights.

Most of the fragments in the vast white ocean of space fragments are not left over from battles; they continuously tore the cosmic membrane to cultivate and comprehend the cosmos!

"Damn it."

Because of Li Qing’s reckless actions, the hundreds of permanent council members of the Power Council fell completely silent.

"They are taking advantage of the situation, constantly tearing down the cosmic membrane, taking the opportunity to cultivate and comprehend higher realms; this cosmos is going to shrink crazily!"

A part of them hollow out planets.

A part of them tear membranes.

This can no longer be controlled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Power Council should completely transform; we can only follow the radical path and join those enemies to divide planets and membranes with them."

At this moment, an elder spoke decisively, his hawk-like eyes scanning the crowd: "Since we can’t defy the trend of cosmic extinction, let’s join them."

"Radicals, is it?"

"Is it really the only way?"

Their expressions changed dramatically.

With the development of civilizations over time, there are actually two main viewpoints about the future among the civilizations in the cosmos.

The first type, the Power Council, is to protect the cosmic environment.

Prevent the aging of the cosmos, conduct material returns.

Find ways to retrieve cosmic membrane (space fragment ocean) and matter (dark matter).

Currently, with the ability to kill dark matter, they see hope, crazily pursuing Barro, which could forcibly return the matter stolen by saintly thieves, replenishing the hollowed cosmos.

The second type, the Dark Matter Alliance, accelerates the cosmic destruction.

They believe that cosmic destruction is inevitable.

Humans are brutal and foolish; matter will always be stolen, no matter how strictly it is protected. Instead of a slow suicide, it’s better to radically seek the future.

Thus.

In a certain era, a separate faction of the Power Council betrayed and ran outside the Subspace.

They crazily tore down the cosmic membrane, attempting to comprehend the cosmos’ rules and complete the series of authority rule diagrams in the fourth-level.

They want to find a higher Fifth Civilization level in the cosmos before it perishes.

But this radical philosophy is not recognized by the Power Council.

The Rights Council always believes this approach is radical suicide!

It is very likely that they will tear down all cosmic membranes, and those outside won’t research all the rule diagrams, and no breakthrough to a theoretically existing civilization level will be made!

This is self-destruction.

Ultimately, there are no real villains in the cosmos.

All civilizations have goals, aiming to survive.

One chooses preservation, the other chooses destruction, seemingly opposing sides, but they are looking for ways to survive and find truth and the future.

"Should we join them?"

Someone angrily stated: "I refuse to agree! Tearing down cosmic membranes, exhausting the limited number of membranes, they can’t research it either! Their cosmic tearing theory is foolish! Only our cosmic big collapse return theory is the most perfect method!"

"We have no other way! What’s the use of opposing? The membranes are being crazily torn no matter what, and if we don’t join their tearing teams, we can’t stop them. Worse yet, due to tearing few cosmic membranes, our foundation won’t increase, and history will eliminate us!"

"Yes, I also believe that compromise is necessary to survive, and only by surviving can we see the future!"

The entire council erupted into chaos, faces flushed with anger.

Even to the point of extreme emotional agitation, some elders cried while arguing.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped their hearts.

The exploration and advancement of civilization are built on mountains of martyrs’ bodies, progressing from the seas to the lands, from lands stepping into the Star Sea, and from the Star Sea to beyond Subspace... but now, they cannot see the future, unable to guard their era.

Every council member present is a ruler of a super civilization, ruling over endless Star Rivers, wielding large armies with dragon-slaying techniques, possessing earth-shattering combat power, but what of it?

Perhaps they can kill Li Qing, this wretched creature, in a single move.

But now their military power is of no use, with no spare power, unable to stop the uprisings and revolts everywhere, merely pushed by the trend.

Eventually, their arguments subsided.

Everyone chose to betray their ideals, surrendering to this dreadful era.

"Let’s tear the cosmic membrane too." Someone stood up.

"We must hurry; the outside Dark Matter Alliance has crazily torn multiple cosmic fragments, continuing to study rule authority in the fourth-level. If more powerful figures emerge from them and we fall behind, it would truly mean destruction."

Someone donned a cloak, slowly walking out, "Who would have thought we would see such a day? The once-pledged heroes to protect the cosmos now becoming the ugliest form."

"That vile black hand caused such chaos, letting the cosmos be destroyed, divided by parasites. If I encounter it, I must kill it!"

"Such an evil party, the masterminds behind cosmic destruction, must not be let go!"

"Who set this scheme? Committed such heinous acts!"

Their expressions turned cold and murderous.

Someone went outside, tearing off the cosmic membrane, immediately breaking through to a temporary fourth-level Divine Upper, using the authority of time to calculate cause and effect, attempting to find it on the time axis, but his face sank:

"The black hand can’t be calculated."

...

On this day, the call of the unstoppable trend, submission or destruction, led the cosmos’ two vast adversaries to unexpectedly put down their weapons.

Their mutual understanding was in dividing the cosmos.

The faith of protecting nature, safeguarding the environment, yielded to reality.

They no longer pursued the small and large fish Divine Upper civilizations in Subspace, countless patrol teams watched the parasites greedily stealing, yet could only remain indifferent.

Among the Star Sea, there was only ridicule around.

"Hahahaha, here to steal as well?"

"You fools, pretending justice, yet still the same as us."

"Idiots."

"Hero... Is this it??"

Many young patrol team members, faces flushed with anger, were restrained by their senior officers, told to endure, follow along in extraction, preserve strength.

Everyone turned into the greatest parasites together.

The cosmos was being consumed into a honeycomb.

Everywhere were saintly thieves, burning, killing, and looting.

Like pre-Apocalypse material storage, frantically conducting a free-for-all shopping spree at supermarkets.

They also started noticing various abnormalities.

Dark Matter Demon Sword, mysterious flesh races, aberrations... amidst chaos emerged civilizations of different systems.

Even some entities killed mantis shrimp and other Extraordinary Species, studying genetic technology, cloning, replicating to become Extraordinary Species themselves.

Among them, various legends spread, like an Earth God named Barro, a demon sword Outer God... and all sorts of Extraordinary Races emerged amid catastrophe.

Countless parasites rapidly shrunk the cosmos.

"I don’t know how strong and terrifying they are."

Regarding this, Li Qing merely observed quietly, letting out a small laugh:

"Perhaps they’re very strong, unfathomably strong, capable of casually dispatching a strong figure to kill me, yet I don’t need to face them directly in war; force isn’t everything sometimes."

He seemed transformed into Sylvie sitting on the Celestial Dao Throne in the past, shaking his head, "Why require courage to kill, the momentum of the heavens is the greatest knife."