Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 205 Revenge, Battle

There's nothing new under the sun.

Looking at the various things in the public consciousness today—human trafficking, gambling ships sailing on the high seas, the pursuit of immortality, and the research of various forbidden experiments—how are they different from those in ancient times?
It's just a new skin.

God smiled slightly, looked down at the sinners below who were repenting and praying to Him, and pointed a finger...
"History will make all heroes and dynasties disappear into the dust, but it will also make a comeback with a group of similar heroes."

at this time.

"A great flood is coming!"

"Hide! The great flood is not invincible."

"Yes, even those demons have survivors, how could we not do it?"

Within the public consciousness, some fifth-tier powerhouses still possessed some resistance, stubbornly resisting the mysterious invasion and refusing to repent.

Their faces were deathly pale, yet they were fighting desperately.

"Mysterious does not mean invincible."

"Yes, the essence of mystery is also a kind of virus. It needs to invade the body and infect it before the internal organs can become demons, listen to God's words, and form the divine speech!"

"It's just a kind of poison."

"Nothing in the world is invincible, and nothing is absolutely lethal."

They joined forces to resist, but their morale gradually waned.

Upon seeing this, the Pure Yang True Immortal suddenly spotted familiar figures among them and immediately perked up. He gently grabbed those few early-stage fifth-order cultivators and quickly pulled them to him through his sea of ​​consciousness.

Among them was Relian, the enemy who killed his parents.

The captured carp remained silent for a while, looking at the God and the Pure Yang Immortal before it, wondering why they had suddenly captured such a small fry as itself.

His expression suddenly became complicated, revealing a death wish. "It's all about the victor and the vanquished. What do you want to do?"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain?"

The Pure Yang Immortal pointed to the landscape and smiled, saying, "You people rule the world, yet society is corrupt and the people's hearts are lost. All you think about is cultivating to become stronger, breaking through to higher realms, and researching immortality, while neglecting the world."

At this point, a hint of anger flashed in the eyes of this Pure Yang True Immortal, "Even now, you are still resisting the self-judgment of kindness?"

Hahahaha!

Upon hearing this, the silver carp suddenly lowered its voice and began to laugh, as if it had heard something amusing. Its laughter grew louder and more arrogant.

"You like to reason now?"

"What? Fighting against the wind, but reasoning when the wind is favorable? Why aren't you trying to pull my beard like Ying Qing now? Do you want to put me on a public trial?"

Hot Carp's expression suddenly turned cold and stern. "Back then, God debated with the demon Goliath. Now God has started the Day of Judgment. Since that's the case, I'll debate with you now."

What is good or evil?

"Good and evil are merely the emotions of a ruler! They are not the basis for victory or defeat."

Hot Carp laughed loudly, "The strong rule the world, the strong are destined by heaven. The strong can play with this world however they want, however they want. Can the weak control them? Do they have the ability to control them?"

"Why are you able to win now? Is it because you are good? You defeated evil with your goodness? No, no, it's not like that. It's because you are the strong one, and you are rewriting the rules of the new world according to your own will."

He paused, then looked at God, “And God, in the dark, is also making rules according to his own will.”

The silver carp's eyes were filled with madness, and knowing it was doomed, it spoke freely:
"Pure Yang True Immortal, is it? You killed us, so you will be the king of this era, ascend the throne as emperor. The Ten Great Companies are one dynasty, and you are about to start a new one."

After speaking, Relian quietly looked at Xu Changsheng, wanting to see how he would refute his theory.

"Debate? I don't want to talk about it, because you're not worthy to listen."

The Pure Yang True Immortal smiled and said, "Since you believe that strength is everything, then I will deal with you the way you want."

"You—" Relian was startled. He had originally intended to use words to trap the other party and persuade him through debate so that the other party would not want to kill him.

Who knew the other side wouldn't be so righteous?

He started it all, but then he flipped the table and quit the next second? Was he just messing with them?

"Are you kidding me? You bastard!"

Wow.

The souls of these fifth-tier powerhouses were all reduced to ashes.

They didn't even have the chance to enter the spirit world.

Because they were mass-produced saints, their saintly talents were the same in all ten company leaders.

They are now worthless.

"The knot in my heart is untied." Seeing the other party die in shock and anger, the Pure Yang True Immortal felt a great sense of satisfaction. His great revenge was achieved, and his entire essence, energy, and spirit were elevated.

The pent-up emotions of this life are resolved, and thoughts become clear in an instant.

The Pure Yang Immortal laughed heartily, his gaze falling on the Fallen God, and he began to ponder:

"God's judgment has finally come, and I am filled with malice."

"The fallen God is the biggest devil in the world. It seems we have no choice but to fight."

He left behind many stories in human history during the past week.

This dynasty has been overthrown countless times, and he doesn't care about being the emperor's ruler; he doesn't even want to be one.

Because there's no benefit to be gained!
But now it's different.

With the advent of a new era, the emperor's status and position became extremely important.

These top ten companies can manage the world, but Xu Changsheng can't?

The great path is one of struggle!
Lying down is so that you can stand up better.

Pulling back the fist is to make it easier to throw another punch.

The fallen God has now descended, absorbing the evil of the times and filled with boundless wickedness. He will likely not stop until he has almost destroyed the entire world.

As the future ruler, how could I tolerate my country being destroyed by this devil?
"We can only fight one match."

“Back then, Goliath killed the devil who had fallen from God, and the merciful God was restored. Now, it’s inevitable that he will have to do it again.”

"But his aura is getting stronger and stronger, and I'm afraid I can't beat him by myself."

His gaze fell upon the more than 30,000-year history of the Spirit Realm, where countless immortals and demons who had created the world lived, each with a powerful aura, and some even faintly visible as powerful beings rising and falling within it.

"We need to find some helpers."

"However, the Long Poetry Sword Immortal has a few hidden true powerhouses who are probably truly hiding and will not appear again."

"There's no need to include these unreliable individuals in our combat strength."

He reached out and slapped it.

"Come out." One by one, fifth-tier powerhouses materialized and emerged from the spirit realm.

One by one, figures emerged, solemn and dignified, radiating divine light, carrying an aura of extreme power.

When God saw this, He waved His hand.

"Then let my pets play with you."

The next moment, one after another, Apocalypse Knights, each a convergence of various elements, emerged, and each of them was incredibly powerful.

They were originally part of the fifth order of God's Holy Body, growing stronger with God's power. Now they have dispersed, bringing with them a strong sense of oppression and aura.

"what is this?"

"Is this the Outer Heaven?"

"Pure Yang True Immortal, did you summon us here to help you fight against the demons?"

Several hot-tempered powerhouses have already begun to act, forming hand seals and unleashing various profound immortal techniques to bombard the elemental knights.

Their every strike was magnificent, like a dazzling galaxy falling from the sky, bringing endless light and heat.

"what?"

"This is impossible!"

When the light faded, the several primordial gods and demons were shocked to see that their opponents were unharmed.

Are you afraid?

Amidst the chaos, the fallen God stood silently in the sky, saying, "You cannot stop this era even though I have not yet spoken with God?"

The immortals who came from various countries were all astonished and dared not utter a sound.

Only the Pure Yang True Immortal frowned secretly, "His power is still increasing, and he is still absorbing demonic energy. But is he a God's Body? My immortal body's power may not be inferior to his!"

"He is using the Great Flood not only to destroy the world, but also to use the public sea of ​​consciousness to cleanse this era and establish his own magic network."

"We can't let him build the magic network, otherwise he'll mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and the fully realized God will make a complete appearance, which will be incredibly troublesome."

Without any hesitation, Xu Changsheng immediately began to act.
"There is only one way to win: a swift victory."

He took a step forward, his brilliant black hair flying like flames, gripping his sword tightly. "Then let's go!"

Swing your sword!

This sword strike is called "Opening Heaven".

Almost the next moment, it seemed as if everything around them suddenly slowed down, and the movements of the Pure Yang True Immortal inexplicably began to accelerate.

The scorching heat was enough to boil the entire sky, and the next moment God was cut in two.

The Sword-Drawing Heaven-Opening Technique is a swordsmanship far surpassing that of the Demon King Goliath of yesteryear. After all, how many years did Goliath cultivate back then? The swordsmanship foundation of this immortal being is unfathomable.

"not enough."

"not enough."

shhhhhh!
He didn't stop, his sword flashing wildly, drawing out a net of blades that sliced ​​God into baseball-sized pieces, then quickly subdivided them into sand.

The Pure Yang Immortal knew that God's divine body was formed by borrowing the laws of heaven and earth, composed of pure elements, and was immortal, capable of rapidly gathering, dispersing, and recombining, making it extremely difficult to kill.

He opened his mouth and blew.

Wow!

God's entire being turned into dust and scattered between heaven and earth.

However, the Pure Yang True Immortal showed no sign of letting his guard down, his powerful and rich combat wisdom operating at full speed.

"At our level, we are no longer ordinary fifth-order beings."

"We are almost half-gods in concept, fighting."

"At this moment, he has dissipated into the world; it is likely that the body of God has dispersed, transforming into various elemental laws of the universe—water, wind, fire."

He held his sword, his eyes slightly closed, letting the aftershocks of the battle between the spirit immortals and the knights of revelation in the distance whip his sleeves.

He was like a swordsman standing quietly between heaven and earth.

at this time.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, the moon overhead was gradually setting, and the distant crimson sun was rising, its gentle sunlight shining on him.

"Is he transforming into heaven and earth?"

"Am I a person?"

"Me, an immortal, fighting against heaven and earth?"

"Our battle has already become a conceptual debate."

"Last time, it was God and Goliath's seven-day, seven-night debate on the law; now, it's probably a battle between immortals and gods."

He had no idea where the enemy was.

Or perhaps, it feels as if the enemy is everywhere.

He stopped searching and began to wield his sword, each strike revealing the ever-changing landscape and the fleeting illusions of life.

He suddenly felt that the sunlight shining on him was different.

"Is it here?"

He swung his sword, and his immense spiritual energy spun like a millstone, obliterating the mystery in the sunlight and preventing the opponent from invading his body.

Mystery is the most terrifying and potent poison, even more so than the Plague Demon King's venom.

There is still hope if the Plague King's poison enters the body.

But once the mystery enters the body, Goliath is an example.

The heart, simply because of God's word, will leave on its own.

"This time, is it the mysterious wind?"

He suddenly brandished his sword, and felt the entire world change color, as if it were rejecting him.

Fine beads of cold sweat began to appear on his forehead, as if he were fighting against the heavens and earth.

This reminded him of the rise of Zhu You (a legendary Chinese medicine practitioner).

Previously, he wielded a sword against a god with the body of a mortal.

Now, in the body of an immortal, I wield my sword towards the heavens.

(End of this chapter)