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My Bottle Cosmos-Chapter 596 - 557: The cosmos is vast, the heaven and earth are boundless.
0.3% of the Cosmos has become extremely small.
It’s like an ocean turning into a small drop of water.
With only this small area left, there are probably only 3,000 outward wormholes, which were soon internally blocked by the melting second Crystal Wall, completely closing off entry from the outside.
"We can’t get in."
"Have we contacted them inside? Tell them to reopen a wormhole and let us in!"
"Even inside, they can’t tear open a cosmic wormhole."
"That’s impossible!"
"What on earth happened?!"
As time passes, the variable event of the Cosmos becomes increasingly sensational, with countless civilizations in subspace regions paying close attention to this matter, capturing everyone’s attention.
The Cosmos they madly attacked... has come alive!
The other side seems bewildered, but some clever folks have started thinking:
We’ve stolen over 99% of its matter...
Will it retaliate?
Will it seek revenge?
Their expressions became unusually strange.
This doesn’t seem scientific!
Even if it’s just a small fry civilization of Divine Upper level in front, it has at least hundreds of thousands of years of accumulated foundation, an exemplar among countless stars and major civilization races of the Cosmos, naturally possessing a strategic command center to predict the future.
According to their think tank’s logical deduction.
The great collapse of the Cosmos is inevitable, ultimately entering the era of the Zeroer, dismantled to 0%, split into inactive wall membranes (space fragments), metal, soil, water flow, light, electromagnetism... the era entering the Fragment Era.
At that time.
The Cosmos will no longer be round.
An epoch of the Cosmos will be formed by countless continental civilizations floating on a sea of space fragments, composing the Age of Ten Thousand Realms.
There will be two possibilities for civilizations in the Cosmos.
The first possibility, the explosion of civilization.
Countless technological civilizations unite in despair; the fear of death makes them bury old hatreds and cooperate.
Using stored vast quantities of the cosmic membrane, they repeatedly enter the temporary Divine Upper Fourth Realm to comprehend and deduce authority, refining various parametric blueprints of the Cosmos, re-enacting the cosmic structure.
Their goal is solely one: to attempt to glue a broken cosmic glass ball, smelting and casting the space membrane, metal, soil, light, heat... together again, rebuilding an entirely new cosmos.
Ultimately, they narrowly achieve complete success before their inventory of cosmic membranes is fully depleted, having deduced all types of authority blueprints.
Then, symbolizing the end of the Cosmos, the technological civilization of Divine Upper Fifth Level will emerge.
Each parametric blueprint, recreating heaven and earth, announcing the birth of the sole Genesis Civilization to re-initiate the world!
The second result, the decline of civilization.
Exhausting the cosmic membrane in their hands, they ultimately fail to reach that realm, all falling back from the Divine Upper Fourth Level, unable to break through again.
Eternally stagnated at the Third Undying Level of Divine Upper.
Living in a broken cosmos, civilizations gradually lose hope, become insane, despair, and abandon themselves, breeding more dark matter existences.
Everything in subspace will eventually transform into the Third Divine Upper Level, existing only as dark matter.
That will herald eternal silence.
Matter will no longer flow or circulate.
All living beings will no longer face life or death.
The world becomes like a pool of stagnant water.
Such a desolate apocalypse scene, just thinking about it sends chills down one’s spine.
But now?
Everyone observing in subspace is shocked by this third bizarre possibility.
They all feel immense curiosity about this situation.
This 0.3% area is indeed too small. A large civilization has stolen more matter than merely this amount, even some newly constructed resource-stacking subspace continents are larger than it, but it is the Main Universe!
No matter how small a universe, even if as large as a single planet, it would still attract attention.
At this moment, the universe "child" is still bewildered, umm-ing and ah-ing, making strange sounds, as everyone quietly observes.
Like...
A round misty embryo nurturing an incredible creature?
In the Dark Matter Alliance, one authority figure said: "This should have returned to zero, a 0% universe already stalled at 0.3%, appeared mutated, and blocked material theft, with the cosmic membrane gaining consciousness! Can anyone tell me, what is this principle? Everything should have a principle, explained by science?"
A fervent elderly man from the Power Council, protector of nature, said: "Great, fantastic! Although it is incomprehensible, it seems the cosmos is saved, it actually births consciousness, a second membrane, and is alive!"
The Technology System’s flaw lies in not cultivating the Tao Heart, the old man was somewhat crushed but now extremely delighted.
Nature is alive!
A name called Celestial Dao, the heavens come to punish these environment-damaging bad guys!
Indeed, many within the Power Council are also shocked, then somewhat hopeful.
As they are forced into stealing despite being guardians of the cosmic natural environment, enduring humiliation and suffering, at this moment they’d rather believe in the Divine Science.
A bigwig from the Dark Matter Alliance sneered: "What madness has struck your Power Council, this unprecedented event, what are you happy about? Who knows if it’s good or bad."
A woman from the Power Council sneered: "We are an organization protecting the cosmic natural environment. If the Cosmos indeed comes alive, has consciousness, we will protect the will of this Cosmos! Fight to protect it!"
"You’ve gone mad?" Several elders from the Dark Matter Alliance felt a toothache, couldn’t help but curse.
An authoritative middle-aged man from the Power Council sneered:
"If indeed, before eternal demise, the Cosmos awakens its will from unwillingness to die through ages, then this cosmic will must be cognizant of cosmic history, must know we are the Cosmos’ guardians! The Celestial Dao of the Cosmos will favor us, bless us, make us protagonists, defending it, crusading against you!"
"Lunatics!" Some dark matter cosmos figures couldn’t help but curse: "Have you been hit too hard recently, what Celestial Dao Will, protagonist of heaven and earth..."
One must admit, this Power Council knows how to play tricks, hitting where it hurts.
In their minds, some grow suspicious.
This group of high-level figures from both sides have fought many years, generally familiar with each other.
No more than you sneaking outside to open doors stealing; I patrol inside closing doors.
But now, if indeed this universe is alive, has intelligence, will it truly trust this Power Council?
Even though only 0.3% of its area remains, seemingly negligible, it still remains a Cosmos!
Who knows what happens next?
Everything has turned bizarre all of a sudden.
As the two organizations continue bickering, suddenly an old man shouts in surprise: "Look quickly, what’s that?"
They see the peculiar cosmic membrane inside squirming, completely covering the Cosmos, then starting to absorb the remaining matter of the Cosmos, thickening its membrane.
"It seems to be consuming cosmic matter?" said a scientist: "That’s the last batch of mines we are transporting."
The next moment, that cosmic membrane inside seems fully alive, causing spatial quakes, and the matter in those miners’ hands is completely swallowed.
Where it reached, cosmic miners’ mecha melted, the Fist of Dragon Race screamed, steel casting, water flow, metal, sun magma, all were absorbed with rumbling noise, causing clouds of dust, triggering immense panic.
The Cosmos vast, heaven and earth faint.
The inside of the Cosmos enveloped in misty Chaos, consuming and cleansing all, like reopening the universe’s internal heaven and earth!







