Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 384 Magalas's Shock, the Power of Time Travel

"This is actually the era of the Thirty-Ninth Age of Gods?"

"Is it the distant past? When they were still very ancient and very weak?"

A flicker of joy crossed Magalas's mind.

In the future, Morganan and the gods conspired against him, locking him in the world of the 165th Age of Gods.

He cannot escape!
They can only passively wait for them to open his boss room; the right to attack is entirely in the hands of the other side.

And now, he finally has a chance to go out!

Just as Magalas felt he could break free from his constraints and enter reality.

A clear, cold voice rang out:

"go back."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Heavenly Will Clan, who had just self-destructed, was reborn, their exploded flesh and blood flowing backward, and they quickly revived.

Magalas could no longer take advantage of the instability of this world's dimensional ascension to secretly usher in the world's destiny and enter reality.

boom--

An endless stream of power surged forth.

Magalas immediately felt rejected by the world.

Magalas's consciousness gradually blurred, and the world opposite him completely turned into a phantom.

—Was the place just across from us the real world?
Fresh air, tangible things, verdant grass exuding the fragrance of earth, and white clouds in the sky.
“Margalas,” the God of Immortality suddenly spoke.

"How could that be! After countless ages, no one will know my real name from my childhood."

How did you know me?

When Magalas opened his eyes again, he had already left behind that wondrous experience of sudden enlightenment.

"They actually know my real name in real life!"

"Does he know my background?"

"What is the origin of the God of Immortality? Where did he come from? From the ancient prehistoric era? What are his trump cards?"

"Could it be that he possesses some kind of special artifact that can predict the future or read information?"

Magalas's expression remained gloomy.

This feeling is no different from having your underwear exposed.

You should know that Magalas went into hiding long ago after the god of thieves almost stole his piggy bank.

No one knows his real name.

People only know ma.

No one knows about my parallel world, let alone the distant real world.

So, how did the real-life immortals know this?
Magalas took a deep breath and realized that the real world was truly a complex and unpredictable place.

really.

Ragnarok is not a simple event.

To be an enemy of the gods and overthrow their mythological era was, in itself, a fateful and earth-shattering battle!
I cannot annihilate them with overwhelming force.

After taking a deep breath, that sudden realization brought Magalas back to his senses the very next moment.

boom! !

A high-level artifact of time has been fully created.

wow-

He gently reached out and pulled out a hook from time to move the beaded curtain.

This is a newly created artifact of time.

Having propelled three mythological eras, his voice now carried an indescribable air of vicissitude and weariness.

"Time anchored".

He picked up the knitting hook.

Gently strung together are various colored beads called planets.

Blue Blue Star.

An orange sun.

A yellowish-brown gaseous planet.
The beads were strung together one by one.

The threads do not connect physical planets, but rather the invisible concept of time.

To weave together the mysterious time rules of the planets.

His long, slender, fair fingers threaded a needle, outlining the timelines of various galaxies and planets throughout the universe.

He began to try out this entirely new power. A divine artifact.

Anchored to a specific time and place.

It can arrive at any time.

A thought flashed through his mind, "I'll anchor myself on MA."

The next moment, this vowel was anchored by the unseen concept of time.

Magalas could sense it instantly.

When someone shouts the word "ma," one can descend into this area through the chanting of this syllable.

This anchoring of the power of time grants him extraordinary mobility and the ability to travel.

Time, like space, is also known for its speed, which is not surprising.

"But it's definitely not that simple."

Is that all?

"This power to anchor time is definitely not just about making me faster."

"This is just the most basic application."

Magalas is extremely sensitive to time and very talented.

He discovered it quickly.

Each time, one can only fixate on one "thing".

Trigger the time watch by passing through a certain anchor point!
If someone else shouts "ma," I can get there instantly.

What if I shout "ma"? Will I instantly "go there" too?
And this past might truly be a return to the past!

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

"Yes, anchoring to the vowel 'ma'."

"When I shout 'ma' at a certain point in time, I can instantly teleport to the distant past."

He closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to actually use it.

Countless years later, he gradually developed this power and became qualified to go out.

But he didn't go out; instead, he continued to enrich his knowledge and make thorough preparations.

The fact that the God of Immortality had revealed his true name filled him with deep fear and awe.

Time keeps passing by, one year, two years, three years, and this era brings new changes.

The land of the beaded curtain of time has once again ushered in a qualitative change.

Meanwhile, Magalas's ability to "go back in time" has been almost fully studied.

This conceptual power of traveling back in time is terrifying.

However, the cost of time travel is extremely high, as it is equivalent to reversing the order of all things and traveling to the past alone.

Magalas let out a soft sigh.
"The outside world"

"It's so beautiful."

He lifted the magnificent beaded curtain made of countless colorful and beautiful planets and looked out the window at a distant, majestic mountain range.

Only he knows.

Those mountains are not mountains.

The mountains outside the beaded window are essentially the various eras of gods before the 165th Age of Gods; a multidimensional world is a vast mountain shrouded in mist.

"Mountains."

He reached out and gently grasped the multi-dimensional landscape in the distance.
"I'm going to come out of seclusion."

ended.

After reading the description of the divine object, Liu Jun couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Is this what will happen in the 165th Age of Gods?"

"It has cleared up all my doubts."

"As expected of the chosen one who created Ragnarok and destroyed all the gods of the main world, the legendary strongest hero!"

Liu Jun knew this a long time ago.

With the development of the times, the rise of the Celestial Clan is inevitable.

A certain generation of the Celestial Race will experience a major breakthrough in divine artifact technology, collecting all divine artifacts. This is the "Changemaker" they prophesied!
Liu Jun instantly realized that the description of this divine object was useful!
Previously, everything was so vague and evasive, which was very misleading.

Introductions are surprisingly useful these days.

Through a series of introductions to divine objects, the future was predicted in detail, including the rise of this being in the 165th Age of Gods.

This introduction was so useful that Liu Jun felt a little uncomfortable!
(End of this chapter)