Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 214 Crisis of Extinction, A Choice for Civilization
Most people who enter the spirit world, this ark, are reincarnated, lose their memories, and start a new life.

One needs to cultivate to a certain level to unlock the wisdom accumulated from past lives.

At this moment, they were surprised, terrified, and shocked by the outside world.

The old man was very pleased to see everyone's astonishment, and felt a strange sense of pride.
"Don't be too surprised. When I first came to the outer heavens, I was also terrified! Back then, the God of Zhuyou actually came to such a terrifying chaotic sea outside!"

Someone opened their mouth: "Why can't we speak here?"

Of course, you can't speak.

Is the silent typhoon a joke?

The old man said, "This is a characteristic of the Chaos Sea. The greatest sound is silent, so sound waves cannot travel and even most of the energy is canceled out. We communicate with divine thoughts."

Everyone indeed felt their magical power sluggish and difficult to circulate.

It was as if something was constantly suppressing, absorbing, and transforming it, turning it into a part of this chaotic sea.

"Is that so?"

Some people exclaimed in alarm, "The chaotic ocean beneath our feet has rolling waves and an inexplicable, terrifying corrosive power. The gale in the distance is even more brutal. When the God of Zhuyou set foot here, it must have been extremely dangerous."

At this moment, someone asked curiously, "What civilization is beneath our feet?"

The old man revealed a hint of fear and apprehension, lowered his head, looked down into the chaotic sea, and said, "Beneath the chaotic sea, there once existed a super era that reached its zenith. Their territory was 130 million times the size of our Spirit Realm!"

"How is that possible? Is the Chaos Sea really that big?"

"This is impossible!"

Do you know how staggering a number 130 million is?

"Our spirit realm is so insignificant in the chaotic sea?"

The crowd couldn't help but start discussing it.

In other words, during the heyday of the Chaos Sea, there may have existed civilizations the size of 130 million spirit realms.
As dazzling as stars?

How could such a civilization be destroyed in one fell swoop?

The thought was chilling; some timid cultivators already felt enveloped by an invisible, suffocating atmosphere.

The old man ignored them; every time he brought young people out, they would show the same shocked expression.

"They were wiped out because of their corruption, darkness, and excessive cruelty," the old man smiled.

"Who destroyed it?" Goosebumps rose on someone's skin: "The Chaos Sea is so vast, could it really be destroyed by a single life?"

"This is not something you should know right now. That supreme being is inconvenient to describe," the old man said. "I brought you out here so that you could protect the spirit realm."

The old man looked worried. "The Spirit Realm is floating in the Chaos Sea. It's too dangerous."

Everyone could see how terrifying it was.

This spirit world is like a lone boat.

Drifting aimlessly in the turbulent, chaotic sea, one might easily be overturned by a wave and sink to the bottom of the sea!
At that time, wouldn't our spirit world sink into those ruined cities and become one of those wasteland cities?
Do not!
Perhaps, there are already worlds similar to the spirit world outside, which have sunk into these ruined cities and become part of them?

They were originally natives, but now that they have truly seen the outside world, they feel incredibly small.

"Protecting the spirit world is our responsibility!" a young man immediately said. "How should we protect it?"

"The floods are fierce, and there's also a windstorm." The old man pointed into the distance. "Look, another disaster is approaching. We must keep the spirit realm safe!"

At that moment, another cataclysmic event struck from afar.

Those were firefly-like specks of light, like a brilliant Milky Way swirling on the sea surface, occasionally falling into the seabed and swimming away, then rising back to the surface.

"That's what they call a light disaster. How do we avoid it?" The young people were quite surprised.

"We definitely have to avoid it. Just go around it. Who knows what terrible effects that thing might have?"

"okay!"

"Hold on, it is said that in the past, a civilization also angered that being, and he also sent down a great flood. At that time, the great flood lasted for a full thirty days before it subsided."

"Maybe we only need to hold on for thirty days?" A glimmer of hope appeared in someone's heart.

Thirty days doesn't seem like a long time.

Will we be safe when the Chaos Sea recedes?

"I don't know." The old man shook his head, not daring to guarantee anything, and simply said:
"In short, after the great flood is over, we will take the seeds, mythical beasts from the mountains and seas, and sacred mountains and immortal peaks from the ship and rebuild civilization."

These cultivators, filled with awe, fear, and a touch of longing, began to help Pure Yang True Immortal and Black Heaven control the direction of the Spirit Realm, becoming sailors on the deck.

They survived windstorms and natural disasters along the way, and then continued their voyage through huge waves.

They then arrived in a completely new area.

By observing the stars, Hei Tian confirmed that he had arrived at the ruins of the headquarters city of Black Rabbit Clothing.

After some discussion, he and the Pure Yang Immortal decided to salvage some resources from the ruins, so they dispatched the native immortals to the area.

Some people picked up fishing rods, some put on protective suits and went diving, and some used their magic to salvage the mechs and cars below.
"Ah, this is the technology of the old civilization?"

"How strange."

"what is that?"

"do not know."

After a round of support and resupply, they continued their voyage.

They were very curious about the old civilization; the machinery, oil, and electricity seemed to have some connection to the immortal path of their time.

How strange, truly strange.

Where have the people of that old civilization gone? Have they all died?

They were incredibly curious, unaware that they were the reincarnations of the people of the old civilization.

"Wait! What is that?"

"Isn't that a wave?"

"Get out of the way!"

On the eighth day of their voyage, which had been going smoothly, they suddenly became extremely wary as they realized that something was wrong with the ocean ahead.

"That's... the sand dunes!"

"Strictly speaking, it was a stone disaster."

Unfortunately, it was too late for them to escape. They were violently pulled into the whirlpool of the sand sea, spinning rapidly and plummeting downwards.

"It's over!"

"Are we going to be buried in the sand?"

"We're going to become part of the ruined city!"

Countless desperate thoughts arose in their minds.

"open!"

The Pure Yang Immortal stepped forward and brandished his sword.

Creation of the world!
The sand and stones were cut open.

But it still couldn't stop falling. Even this Pure Yang True Immortal was powerless to stop it; he couldn't lift the stone boat that was stuck in the quicksand of the gods.

Mudslides are inherently difficult to generate force.

Not to mention the Stone God's Calamity.

Even Liu Jun, observing from the shadows, frowned slightly: "This disaster seems to be bigger than we imagined."

“In the magical era, natural divine calamities would pose a threat to fourth-tier powerhouses, but here I have linked several divine calamities together, and even a Pure Yang True Immortal is finding it difficult to withstand them.”

Liu Jun glanced at them casually.

In measuring the changes of this era.

Before him was a test sandbox, and even he himself had no idea where it would lead.

Because his business had expanded too much.

"Humanity cannot be wiped out like this. Shi Zhou, in the future I plan, will become the seed of a new era."

Just as Liu Jun was wondering whether he should lend them a hand, the entire quicksand seemed to enter some underground cavity.

boom!
A flat, rectangular boat looks like it's falling into a waterfall of quicksand.

Countless grains of sand and gravel struck the protective barrier of the spirit world, sliding down the waterfall as if entering a rugged underground river.

"How could there be such a large underground hollow?"

"Yes, it's too big."

"Everyone, there is only one possibility! That is the calamity of fire."

Everyone fell silent.

Yes, the calamity of fire melted the earth's interior, forming caverns.

In other words, they are not far from the next divine calamity, the calamity of fire?

This disaster is the most deadly!

Other disasters are manageable, but if the Flame Disaster goes in, will they still survive?

The entire spirit world will be burned, leaving no trace of the remains.

It's like trash falling into a garbage incinerator.

"Changes must be made."

"Gentlemen, begin changing course!"

"Okay! Let's try to stop the waterway first."

After several twists and turns, they finally managed to stop the boat.

Black Heaven and Pure Yang True Immortal joined forces once again, transforming into a celestial being. With the help of the vast power of the common sea of ​​consciousness, they absorbed a huge amount of energy and finally managed to lift this continent and wed it onto a layer of underground rock.

"Where do we go next?"

"I don't know, let's keep running! Thirty days have already passed, half of them are over."

"Is it really only thirty days?"

"We can only pray that it will end in thirty days."

Neither Heitian nor Chunyang Zhenxian could have imagined that the trump cards they had painstakingly accumulated would be used to withstand the Judgment Day of the Great Flood.

It almost didn't hold on.

Tianwei, having formed a chain of operations, is truly terrifying.

"move on?"

"continue!"

"Where to go?"

“Go up, build a series of stairs, and return to the shore.”

Everyone agrees with this; the underground world was simply too outrageous after the divine calamity.

The flooded areas on the surface are relatively safe!

However, three days later, I saw other ghostly things.

Gold disaster!

The terrifying metal, exuding boundless sharpness, was forged into a vein underground.

They clearly saw that, under the power of transformation, the soil was turning into metal, and the metal was coalescing into golden mountains.

They felt goosebumps rising on their skin.

"Quickly change the path of the Spirit Realm! Don't get close to the past!"

At that moment, all of humanity felt how weak they were in the face of divine calamity.

This is the power to change nature.

And it continues to change; the world is rapidly becoming unfamiliar.

Wind, fire, thunder, and water are all undergoing transformation and self-reorganization, seemingly evolving in a way that no one can predict over time.

"Just keep going."

"it is good!"

They continued onward, and suddenly, as they climbed, they discovered a strange, extremely long, thin black metal object blocking their path.

"What is this? Another metal disaster?"

However, they quickly sent back a report: "No, according to the tests, this is a calamity of the Wood God! It is a divine tree, as tough as gold!"

"Then why don't you get out of the way quickly?"

Many people have developed a stress response to the divine disaster and are extremely afraid.

"No, this is a calamity of the wood god, or perhaps it is also a tree."

"Tree?"

"You mean?"

"Yes, it seems to be similar to the structure of the Cangwu tree."

"We've arrived beneath the Cangwu Tree? No, you mean, the Cangwu Tree is unleashing a divine calamity of wood?"

"Yes, even so, I think we can climb up, follow the trees, and reach the Cangwu Tree. Perhaps with the protection of the immortal gods, we can better escape the great flood!"

"it is good!"

They began to climb upwards.

Some cultivators were puzzled, but they heard the old man explain in a low voice: "On that tree lives an eternal being who dwells in the past and is of the same rank as the one who destroyed the world."

Everyone was filled with anticipation and longing.

A statue that lives eternally atop the ancient Cangwu tree, residing in the Chaos Sea?
(End of this chapter)