Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 200: Time is the measure of a sword's edge, and the marks of history are the slashes and cuts!
The seventh generation.

The eighth generation.

The ninth incarnation has finally arrived at Xu Changsheng's current incarnation.

The entire giant egg solidified completely, and the floating clouds on its surface transformed into moving mountain and river landscapes.

The spirit world is like a super central dome server, and it's still running.

"Zha!" The first sound of creation rang out, and crimson-gold flames began to merge with the nine earths. One after another, the human emperors of the past generations transformed into the nine layers of foundation stones of the world, finally about to support this world.

With a flick of his hand, the Pure Yang Immortal unleashed a divine sword formed from lightning-fast divine power.

This was the divine sword he used to finally open the heavens, the creation artifact he used to create the world.

"open!"

"This sword strike will cleave the heavens and split the earth."

His long hair transformed into flames and danced wildly, all with a simple slash.

Creation of the world!
A chaotic current of energy erupted from the world, and various divine objects began to bloom into flowers.

His breath becomes wind and clouds, his voice becomes thunder, his left eye becomes the sun, and his right eye becomes the moon.

The four limbs and five parts of the body are like the four mountains and five peaks, the blood is like rivers, the tendons and veins are like geography, the muscles are like fields and soil, the skin and hair are like grass and trees, the teeth and bones are like metals and stones, the essence is like pearls and jade, and the sweat is like rain.

Speed ​​seems to be relative.

His sword strike seemed extremely slow, but due to the relative motion with the spirit world, it caused the spirit world to accelerate at an eerie speed.

Between the transformation of reality and illusion, time seems to have turned into a ruler on the sword's edge, covered with markings.

As a world of spiritual books, the spirit realm naturally has an extremely fast flow of time.

Just as a dream can stretch into decades, once it becomes part of the physical world, there will certainly never be such a rapid flow of time again.

But at this time.

At the final juncture of the transformation between the virtual and the real, between spirit and substance, a final eruption takes place.

The sword fell a hundred meters and cleaved the eggshell.

The timeline of the spirit world was being rapidly advanced by the lightning-fast divine power.

The year was 1863.

In this era, humanity is thriving, and all sorts of new and exotic beasts are constantly emerging.

The sword fell two hundred meters, slicing open the egg white of the giant egg.

It was already the year 2761 of the Wuzhu era.

The three major human tribes have transformed into complete kingdoms, building walls in the mountains and rivers, and humanity has multiplied for countless generations.
Those nine emperors have been revered as the Three Sovereigns and Six Venerables.

"Back then, the god of incantation flew into the heavens and disappeared."

"Now, that Pure Yang Sword Immortal has also flown into the heavens and disappeared completely."

"That one who stepped out of the heavens and disappeared more than a thousand years ago, I'm afraid he has already perished."

When the sword fell three hundred meters, the giant egg was cut even deeper.

Time accelerated exponentially, and it arrived at the year 9877 of Wuzhu.

At this time, humans had completely fallen into opposition with the various mythical beasts, and ushered in an era of longevity.

Because there is no limitation on lifespan, mortals who cultivate immortality can live for thousands of years with just a little practice.

Humans are overcrowded.

"Suffering" used to be an adjective describing disaster, but now, a large population is the biggest disaster in the world.

"Perhaps, it was a good thing that the shamans of yesteryear fed on human lifespans?"

"Are you all crazy? How can you hold such a view?"

"No, humans eat meat, so why would we eat other people? If there are no animals in the food chain that eat humans, who will balance our numbers?"

"You guys are really crazy!"

"You're all crazy! This is the balance of life and death in the world. Ecosystems are cyclical, and humans are disrupting this balance!"

"I miss... Huan!"

In this era, human ideologies began to diverge.

People of this era began to cultivate the mature path of immortality, refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao.

They don't believe in heaven and earth, nor in ghosts and gods; they only believe that human will can overcome nature.

However, internal strife also began to re-emerge among them due to tribal wars.

Humans are animals constantly engaged in internal strife. The two major tribes, Chiyou and Yanhua, have begun to escalate their conflicts, and a grand mythological war is about to begin.

wow-

The sword cleaved open the giant egg of chaos.

The instant the sword light fell five hundred meters, time seemed to race like a slideshow, like a movie progress bar accelerating, the phantom moving at breakneck speed.

We arrived at the year 18942, the year of the witch doctor.

Humans at this time can live for eight thousand years. They are like gods and demons, like ancient gods and demons walking around. Their physical bodies are strong, and a drop of their essence blood can suppress mountains and rivers.

Immortals possess physical strength that has reached an inconceivable level.

The two tribes were constantly at odds.

"kill!"

"kill!"

On this battlefield, the bloodshed never ends.

As if by fate, the two most brilliant and valiant emperors in the history of the two tribes began their final competition.

They began to vie for the immortal herb left behind by the pure yang myth of the human race more than 10,000 years ago, and began to try to become the next king of mankind.

When the sword light fell to a height of 700 meters, the year was 22294.

The war between the two tribes was not yet over, but it had reached a critical juncture.

The seven days of creation promised by God, and the thirty days of the Great Flood, have come to an end.

On the moon.

God slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and walked slowly towards them amidst the fear of all the astronomers monitoring the sky.

He arrived above the crater that had been bombarded by the Star Destroyer.

Watching countless dust storms swirl like nebulae, and matter gather like solid matter, divine forces such as yin, yang, wind, fire, thunder, and water surge within, giving birth to the world.

The sword had only fallen seven hundred meters.

The world has not yet fully opened.

"God, please wait a moment."

The Pure Yang Immortal, his hair flying wildly, continued to unleash the Heaven-Opening Sword.
"Once I finish practicing this sword technique, I will be able to fully comprehend the Immortal Body and the Pure Yang Primordial Heavenly King's Heaven-Opening Scripture, and I will have roughly mastered the basics."

"Such arrogance." A hint of excitement flashed in God's eyes. As expected of the protagonist of the legendary immortality path, he remained silent until he made a stunning statement.

He was not as upright and honest as Xiang Tuomo, nor as treacherous and cunning as Goliath, nor as passionate and righteous as Ying Qing.
He endured it all, walking silently through history, and then silently ascending to the top.

His path to adulthood was quite unique.

He planned carefully before acting, worked steadily and calmly, and quietly reached this point, finally becoming an invincible emperor who swept across an era.

If one were to truly forge a Celestial Body, one would become the person closest to God and the immortal deity, becoming the third true god in the human world.

"You say you're practicing swordsmanship? You're using a world embryo as a target for your sword practice?"

God looked at that spirit world:

"Using the scale of time as the measure of your sword's edge?"

"Using the traces of history as the marks you leave with your sword?"

"Even so, your technique is only at the beginner level?"

"God, please wait a moment." The Pure Yang True Immortal's expression was utterly calm. "Just like back then, when you waited for the Demon King Goliath."

At that moment, he finally understood what Goliath and God had felt.

God said.

Demon King Goliath attained enlightenment in the Demon King's Castle, using a method of reversing the flow of energy to control the apples of the entire world, sending them flying into the sky.

Now, he has also reached this point.

The convergence of countless divine powers has formed a mature pantheon belonging to them.

This power was terrifying. The innate holy body formed by the convergence of countless divine powers made him feel that any ordinary fifth-tier cultivator was like a pitiful mosquito, which he could crush with a flick of his wrist.

This Pure Yang Immortal has now entered the realm of God.

If the other party is a god who cultivates the power of the external world, then he is an immortal who cultivates his own powerful physique.

God's figure floated to the distant sky, clasped his hands together, and revealed a meaningful smile: "Then I'll wait for you. Perhaps you are not yet strong enough to reap the fruits of victory. There are other guests who will covet the power you gained from creating the world."

(End of this chapter)