Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 383 Planets as Pearls, Time Through the Pearl Curtain
"Time anchoring? One certificate for life?"

Liu Jun was somewhat surprised to see this divine object.

"Sure enough, the more mysterious the divine objects become, the more mysterious they are. Time and fate are the most mysterious types of first-encounter killings in theory."

In many myths, time seems to be a thing that is eternally proven.

After taking a deep breath, Liu Jun continued reading.

"As expected, it's you again, Magalas, who's in charge of introducing the divine artifact this time."

Liu Jun had become numb to the protagonist of this promotional video.

It's him every time lately.

I don't know if they've replaced the person with a new one, but I can only say that the influence of the Time God is terrifying!
Having read the previous introductions to the divine objects, Liu Jun had a general understanding of their underlying principles.

The descriptions of these divine objects, when strung together, form a complete story.

It tells the story of the rise of the "God King" in the 165th Age of Gods in the distant future.

And what about myself?

Still in the 39th Age of Gods.

Fang Tian is just starting out; he's still playing house.

Now, all of my divine artifacts have given me spoilers of the story of the upcoming 165th Age of Gods.

All I can say is that it's amazing!
As expected of a time-related artifact, its main purpose is prophecy, right?

Liu Jun sighed softly:

"It's like reading a novel and only getting to chapter 39 of the initial plot, when suddenly some lousy author spoils the plot of chapter 165 for me."

But who wouldn't want to get something for free from the description of a divine object?
The main theme is someone who loves to peek into other people's privacy and secretly enjoy gossip!
He looked at the introduction of this divine object.

The distant future.

Countless millennia later.

As the overlord of a multi-dimensional parallel world, Fang Tian gradually pushes forward the world of the Age of Gods.

50 Gods.

60 Gods.

Step by step, climb the ladder of the world and conquer one new parallel world after another.

In the 76th Age of Gods, Fang Tian finally could not stop Sisyphus's invasion.

The two strongest geniuses of the Heavenly Will Clan engaged in a fierce battle.

Ultimately, the two kings ruled the world together.

They continued their advance, through the 80th and 90th generations of gods, until the 165th generation. Morganan rushed back in terror with the news:

"We've reached the bottom!"

"The End of the Age of Gods, Floor 165!"

"We've finally broken through this 165-story multidimensional tower!"

"After overcoming numerous challenging mini-bosses, we've finally reached the end, where the final boss awaits!"

Mogannan loudly claimed credit, extremely excited.

Luckily, he ran fast and was almost blocked.

To the other party, they were the first to be killed.

The Heavenly King had no idea of ​​the existence of parallel worlds, so the other party didn't react when he entered.

This gave him the chance to slip away!
"Hahaha, that's great! As expected of me who specially researched escape methods for you!"

"Yes, you're wearing the world's most powerful artifact. If you can't escape even with that, then it's laughable."

“You are wearing 8615 pieces of clothing, each one of which is astonishing, combining materials from over a hundred different eras of gods, all gathered on your body.”

"Then each of us gods only has six items."

"Fortunately, our efforts were worthwhile. With so many resources, even a pig would be invincible!"

In order to fight against the impending ultimate being, they naturally wanted to be armed to the teeth in every aspect.

They devised a meticulous plan—the Morganan Exploration Team! Let him play the street hustler, keep charging forward, pinpoint the enemy's location, and then run back!

And Morganan lived up to expectations. With a 100% compatibility with the parallel power, although he was not good at fighting, he was a natural at running away.

He is arguably the most talented street urchin in the world, a young man with a wild spirit.

If he weren't good at running away, this blond guy who frequently threatens people would have been killed by a group of aggrieved gods long ago!

Having danced on a tightrope for years, Mogannan's ability to run away is beyond question.

Sure enough, their gamble paid off.

Even the Heavenly God King was outmaneuvered by them, and Mogannan, the vanguard, successfully scouted the enemy's situation.

"It's good that the location has been determined. The height of this multidimensional tower has been basically confirmed."

On the other side, in the distant 165th Age of Gods.

Magalas walked silently through the starry sky.

He has now obtained a divine artifact from the lower realms and can perceive the sounds of the universe.

ni~
wa~
qi~
A constant stream of languages ​​and information is pouring in.

Among them, the vowel "ma" became the most numerous first sound in the universe.

Almost every baby's first cry upon birth is a "ma," which allows them to enter the dimension of time.

Call my name, and the entire universe accelerates.

Magalas was flashed through countless memories of the past.
"So what if I created this great era, became the sole king of gods in this universe, and gathered the divine power of all the gods in heaven and earth?"

"I am just one possibility in a parallel world."

"I am nothing more than an illusion in a distant concept."

"Living in a parallel world in our minds, am I alive or dead now?"

"So, I was just another caged beast in the same cage as the geniuses I kept in the immortal sandbox."

He spoke softly, a hint of self-mockery in his expression.

"Morganan, the God of Parallelism, controls the Gate of Parallelism."

"Most importantly, after this guy left, he deliberately used parallel forces to lock down my world."

Magalas fell silent.

Yes.

The characteristics of low-level divine objects are very simple: lock the door, open the door.

But this is also disgusting.

Now, not only do they refuse to open the door, but they've also put a lock on the outside of your world to strengthen your defenses.

Magalas had been invincible for too many years and had almost let his guard down.

I have never seen such a shameless person!
I've never seen such a cunning and shameless pack of mad dogs.

In other endless dimensions, a group of cunning individuals, each extremely adept at scheming, had already emerged from the trials of the divine objects.

In this first encounter, he immediately found himself at a disadvantage.

This is equivalent to being locked in the boss's room, with the initiative in the attack being in the hands of the enemy.

His best outcome would have been to rush out the moment the door opened, or to kill Mogannan and seize the divine object.

"But they were prepared; they chose Morganan."

Magalas knew how powerful he was, but he still couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed.

How can we get out now?

After being locked in the boss room, Magalas spent countless hours pondering this question.

"There's no other way. Perhaps we can only use the piggy bank to continue trying to deduce new divine objects."

"The divine object being analyzed this time is time."

Magalas now knows that the birth of divine objects seems to occur only after the main world of reality has been nurtured, and only then can his side synchronize with it.

But he still tried to deduce it.

Because he knew that the moment time was born in the real world, he would also receive it in an instant.

After all, time is there, it cannot be stopped, and it will eventually be born in one of the trials of the gods.

"Furthermore, divine objects are conceived using materials." "And parallel worlds are essentially subordinate worlds of the main world. Time-related materials conceived in parallel worlds can also drive the birth of time-related divine objects!"

"Therefore, as I nurture this divine artifact of time here, time itself will inevitably be accelerated!"

Magalas sighed deeply and began to use time to drive the development of all things, experimenting with the various properties of time time and time again.

He smashed the piggy bank with +∞ gold coins, spending all his savings, and exchanged all his time coins for knowledge and wealth at the end of time.

Time travel experiment.

Time-cutting experiment.

Time reversal test.

Gradually, under this pressure...

Thus, the nation of "time terraces" was born.

Throughout the history of all previous civilizations, life forms have divided regions using space. The territories of various star systems and kingdoms are essentially divided on spatial boundaries.

Magalas then began to divide the entire universe's superclusters into concentric terraces using time.

The outer edge of the star cluster has a flow rate of 1 to 10.

The middle layer is 100, and the inner circle is 1000.

Different solar systems, different planets, situated on different terraces, divide the world civilizations into different territories.

Thus, a new era of real estate was born.

In the past, people would buy properties in luxury locations; these were houses based on space.

Now, they are starting to operate the houses on the time terraces.

A brand new, incredibly magical, and bizarre era of time-based real estate universe has begun!

"Can't we live in a better house?"

"We absolutely must buy a house in the Marina system, in a good school district, where the best interstellar academy is located!"

In this new era, people are embarking on a new life.

In the history of countless civilizations, at the top of the endless terraced fields sat the strongest mythical hero of the pinnacle of time, Ma.

No one knows his real name.

People only need to recite the first vowel of his name to receive his blessing.

He is the hero among heroes, an epic of living time, the celestial way where all the universe converges, and the mythical shepherd in the history of all people.

He is the most dazzling star that all living beings cannot do without from birth to death.

The land of terraced fields in time.

It lasted for tens of thousands of years, but was quickly replaced.

With everyone attacking Ma, the piggy bank reached another +∞, and after it was full, it was smashed again.

The endless gold coins jingled and fell, their melodious sound like explosions throughout the universe, transforming into dazzling fireworks.

After the Kingdom of Time Terraces, the Kingdom of Time Currents was born.

Time rushes through the galaxies, dividing the flow into gentler upstream and downstream sections according to its speed.

At this point, a more user-friendly "time highway" was also born.

Each civilization can sit on a pre-planned highway and, through the accelerated flow of time, quickly reach the other side of the starry sky.

To be rich, build roads first.

In the era of real estate, the interconnected "time roads" have completely transformed the world into a cosmic village.

Countless civilizations exchanged, clashed, and fought.

New technologies emerge every day, driving the seventh-order civilization forward at breakneck speed.

New and varied seventh-order shackles are constantly being improved.

This great mythological era is hailed as the era of the information explosion.

One hundred thousand years later.

Civilization exploded along the way.

The ultimate third era: the Kingdom of Timefall was born.

No longer are the smooth terraced fields, no longer are the slow-moving rivers.

Time surges forth from top to bottom!

Thin highway lines descend vertically.

The vertical, fine lines of the world are as dense as willow branches, hanging like strings of beads.

These vertical lines connect planets, solar systems, and even vast river systems resembling giant millstones.

Countless fine lines hang down side by side.

Like a beaded curtain adorned with strings of planetary beads.

slam-la-

Magalas's conceptual shadow of time sits quietly in the universe, reaching out to part the curtain of cosmic civilization.
At that moment, he finally saw the view outside the window, beyond the curtains.

He gazed out the beaded curtain at the window, thinking, "That's the multidimensional world outside! I've finally seen it."

He sat cross-legged.

He now has an unparalleled understanding of time.

"It's about time to try the final step."

He smashed the piggy bank filled with gold coins once more. "I want to further control the power of time! I want to take the final step towards enlightenment!"

boom! !

Countless gold coins flew out.

The next moment, Magalas clearly felt himself entering a mysterious state.

time?

what is that?
He was surrounded by a vast expanse of white, completely lost.

Perhaps it was a year, or perhaps countless years; he seemed to be traversing a hazy dimension of time.

He even inadvertently saw countless fragments.

Gradually, as he became more familiar with it, he suddenly saw the world of gods outside and felt the passage of time outside.

"I saw it, I saw it!"

He wandered in the mist, walked through time, and his understanding of time became increasingly confused.

Time no longer flowed in a straight line before his eyes, but became irregular fragments. He seemed to see the past one moment and step into the future the next.

Click!

Suddenly, Magalas vaguely sensed an exit calling to him.

"Chance."

"An opportunity to go out."

"Someone is peering into the future, and I've entered this mysterious state, lost in the future."

"Now, by peering into the future, they are peering into me."

He opened his eyes again, seizing that fleeting opportunity, and suddenly tried to squeeze into a crack and rush into reality.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

A faint, illusory figure appeared before him.

It was a bloody battlefield, where the fighting was so fierce that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

It seems to be the twelve trials of dimensional ascension being conducted in some immortal realm.

A heart-wrenching growl echoed, shouting towards Daheitian and Xu Changsheng on the opposite side:

"Since my tenth trial has been ambush and I'm going to be killed by you, then I might as well commit suicide!"

"If I die, perhaps the one for the eleventh trial will be born here in my tenth trial!"

Step out.

Magalas entered this world.

(End of this chapter)