Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 394 The Weakness of Time Travelers, the Tragedy of an Era
The gods and immortals who were actually chatting nearby couldn't help but discuss this scene:
"Sisyphus seems to have acquired five shackles in a short period of time, but it will become increasingly difficult as he progresses. If he were to reach the 21st shackle and cultivate honestly without external assistance, it would take him at least tens of thousands of years to achieve this."

"The two sides were separated by at least tens of thousands of years of cultivation, yet Sisyphus still managed to defeat them?"

But does that mean Miley is a good-for-nothing?

No one thought so.

Those who can stand out in an era must have sufficient ability.

"Is the difference in the shackles really that small?"

"If it were the Age of Gods, the 5th Age of Gods and the 21st Age of Gods would probably be slaughtered like chickens."

After some thought, the gods quickly figured out the reason.

Because every shackle adds a new law or characteristic to your body.

Flames, water, and gales
However, it doesn't increase the base values ​​by much.

If both parties are mortals, there are five chains and twenty-one chains.

The difference is indeed significant.

A comparison of combat strength between 5 and 21.

What if we add a divine object?

For example, if the basic combat power boost provided by a divine object is 100...

If both sides acquire the divine item, they will each gain 100 combat power.

That means the difference in combat power between 105 and 121 has actually narrowed.

Ultimately, these shackles don't increase the base stats!

"This characteristic, which is extremely useful to mortals, completely liberates them from the single method of using only mental attacks, which is limited to the level 1-6 blank-level mental masters!"

"But it's useless to the gods."

"What god doesn't have some heaven-defying characteristics? Do they need your little bit of pirated characteristics?"

"Divine objects are the origin of these shackles!"

The gods continued their discussion.

In fact, the gods are the most perceptive when it comes to blank slate values.

If this shackle stage involves adding numerical values, then the difference is indeed even greater.

But unfortunately, that's not the case.

"In other words, these people's base stats are not high, including Magalas's base stats."

Cain, being a sharp-tongued man, immediately launched into a tirade of criticism:
"Hahaha, no wonder they were such cowards! They launched a sneak attack and ran away; they were just all show!"

"Yes, once their facade is lifted, they're nothing special after all!"

"Even if Magalas's training is more intense, and he's more powerful than his four subordinates, even if you've trained most of the special abilities and have forty or fifty shackles, how strong can you really be?"

The big black sky next to him also smiled, "The skill effects that hardly add to the base values, there are thirty or forty effects, I can only define them as flashy."

In an instant, Mahakala and Cain exchanged a glance and felt as if they had met a kindred spirit.

Of course, this current combat strength assessment can only be applied to Magalas's subordinates.

Magalas himself was different.

His strength lies not in this shackled realm, but in his power to fuse multiple divine artifacts.

Shackles are meaningless.

The most outrageous thing is when someone gathers a bunch of divine artifacts into one body and then attacks you.

"So, these guys are probably going to win without a doubt."

"Yes, if that's all there is to it."

To be honest, these people are indeed strong, extremely strong.

But why was he still defeated by Sisyphus?
Because of their strength, they were limited to the stage of mortals.

They don't have the talent to be gods!
Yes, in their four time-based divine kingdoms, they are all mortals, earthly mortal emperors.

They were the pinnacle of ordinary people in their time.

Their talents are all focused on how to cultivate the Shackled Realm.

Now, trying to go back to the prehistoric mythological era, they are not qualified to be gods.

Their gifts as gods are quite ordinary.

"How pitiful."

Sisyphus showed a hint of pity, "In Magalas's time, he monopolized all the divine objects; you never even got to touch them."

"How can you, who have suddenly become gods and obtained such great treasures as mortals, possibly defeat us?"

At this point, Sisyphus had lost interest.

As a mortal, the opponent's talent surpasses that of the gods!
These people have very ordinary divine talents.

But in this era, the pinnacle of any powerhouse can only be a god!

You don't have divine gifts; you're utterly insignificant in this era.

All four of them were merely so-called top geniuses, confined to the era of Magalas's monopoly, dancing in a cage.

No sooner had he spoken than the red-haired old man in the second round realized his weakness, and a trace of sorrow flashed through his heart:
"We are indeed lacking in divine talent!"

"What a pity. If only we had a little time to acquire some magical artifacts that could enhance our divine abilities."

The other side arrived too quickly.

But now they have no choice but to play the second game.

Suriya was supposed to go up for the second round, but he crossed his arms, turned around and left, saying, "You can go."

Seeing him leave, Elephant Monk smiled憨厚ly and stepped forward, "Then I'll go, my name is Elephant Monk."

The red-haired old man stepped forward: "Sinari."

Elephant Tuomo smiled gently, "Since you haven't had time to prepare your divine artifact talents yet, use this for now."

He tossed over a talent ring with a 93% affinity for evolutionary divine power, saying, "It will at least improve your aptitude."

A flicker of shame and anger crossed the red-haired old man's face, but he still accepted the ring. "Alright." Without a word, the two suddenly attacked.

They instantly entered the most intense state.

after one day.

Sinari was badly injured, coughing up blood, and staggered to his knees on a rock that seemed to float in the starry sky.

He thought of his two deceased companions, and looking at his own situation, his throat suddenly went dry: "So, we who were called unparalleled geniuses were just mediocre people?"

In the 165th generation of the divine world, they were shrouded in countless halos, the strongest mythology in the world, one of the four mortal emperors in human history, invincible beings.
But we've returned to such a primitive and backward past era. It's so simple, so easy, that we're outmatched in battles against opponents far above us.

He died such a tragic death.

"Heh heh heh, the times, what an interesting thing." Sinari gave a melancholy laugh, looking at the gods opposite him.
"Do you know how strong we are?"

"But our power can only be demonstrated under another set of laws governing the universe, in the era after Ragnarok."

Elephant Monk fell silent.

He did not look down on them, nor did he mock them because they appeared too weak.

"Indeed, you did not lose to us, but to the times."

Elephant Monk knew what this powerful being meant: "In our age of gods, there was only one standard for judging strength: a high degree of compatibility with divine objects is what makes someone a genius!"

"But in your Heavenly Dao era, without divine objects, and with the Dao returned to Heaven, you are indeed unprecedented cultivation geniuses in the realm of mortal cultivation!"

“But when you come to us, you are mediocre.”

Times change, and so do the standards for judging genius.

These future geniuses traveled to the past.
They couldn't even carry out a massacre, and instead, because of the changing times, they became fools!
What a frustrating and despairing reality it is that a battle, due to the gap in time, has left both sides dissatisfied with the outcome.

In his dying moments, in a daze, Sinari couldn't help but feel a strong sense of resentment:
"Is this the end for me?"

I was a king of an entire era, my myths and legends written by countless people. How could I die so easily? I forged countless ancient artifacts to suppress eras.
Suddenly, he remembered Fang Tian.

Both he and Fang Tian, ​​the parallel king of that future era, were assassinated by them when they went back in time, dying just as easily and effortlessly.

"So that's how it is. We're all just ants in the torrent of time." A look of realization and relief flashed across Xinari's face as he finally understood the meaning of their king's words earlier:
Don't be too proud.

Magalas's voice echoed in my ears:
Time is full of chance and miracles; even a powerful future parallel king is now as weak as a rabbit lying on the roadside.

[A grand historical era, a great emperor who ruled over a hundred generations of gods, was suddenly killed.]

Should we be happy? Proud? Excited? No, not at all. Looking at his corpse, I feel intense fear and awe.

We might one day become like Fang Tian, ​​a rabbit that can be easily crushed on the roadside.

Now, I'm just another rabbit you can casually crush.
A knowing look flashed across Sinari's face.

“Each era has its own standards of strength and weakness.” Xiang Tuomo sighed and suddenly pinched his hand.

The opponent's corpse exploded instantly.

This was his final act of tenderness, giving the other person a dignified end.

They originally thought they were three formidable opponents, but they died due to the limitations of the era, their immense power unable to be unleashed.

This didn't bring any sense of relief to the gods present; instead, it revealed a hint of pity.

"They came into our time and became mediocre here."

“We went to their era, and we will become mediocre there. We will also be destined to be eliminated in the future.”

While everyone else was saddened, Fortuna was the only one who seemed carefree and nonchalant.

She threw the two corpses into the eagle's belly and melted them down:
[100% Compatibility with Cultivating in Accordance with Heaven]

Their unparalleled talent was immediately revealed.

"Not bad," Fortuna exclaimed. "What's there to be sad about? Their brand-new version of their talent has been revealed. In the future, with their talents, we too can become geniuses among mortals!"

Fortuna appeared quite optimistic.

Even though the divine artifact was stolen, and after Ragnarok he became a mortal, he has already prepared a way out.

"Fortuna, I have assembled a new divine artifact." At this moment, the voice of God Levy came from afar: "Come and try it out."

"Okay." Fortuna happily ran back.

Both of his subordinates were dead, leaving only the last of the four leaders, Xibo, standing there with a complicated expression.

Clearly, he couldn't accept that his peerless geniuses had come here only to be beaten so badly by ordinary mediocre people.

"Last one, who do you want to compete against?" At this moment, everyone looked at Xibo.

Xibo was still in a daze.

The group sensed something was wrong and went to touch Xibo, only to find that he had already run away at some point, leaving only his physical body as a disguise.

"This guy... ran away a long time ago?" Everyone was somewhat surprised.

the other side.

Xibo ran wildly, fleeing as he went: "Those idiots, they were too strong in their own time, and now they think they were strong in the past too?"

"If we went back in time, we were the weaker ones!"

"I don't want to die meaninglessly and miserably." Xibo ran all the way, but soon bumped into a round figure in a starry sky.

"Where are you going?" The giant, dark green egg floated in mid-air.

"You...you..." Xibo's pupils dilated. "Didn't you say you couldn't hatch? Now that you have, why aren't they fighting you?"

"Because they are too proud." A hint of annoyance flashed across the green dome.

Xibo's mind went completely blank. "They're insane! They have no idea how terrifying you are. If you were to be fully conceived, I'm afraid..."

The next moment, the entire giant egg engulfed Xibo, saying, "Become my nourishment."

"If you went back to this era, you would become mediocre."

He slowly swallowed Xibo bit by bit, "But my return to this era is actually an opportunity. That Ma became the heaven, and I became his test subject for merging with the will of heaven in that era."

“Now that I’ve gone back to the past and started all over again, I have a chance to compete and become the true God King. I want to replace him and become the true God King.”

Those guys are crazy, they actually let this giant egg go?

In a daze, Xibo was filled with immense fear, because by sheer coincidence, he had brought back an extraordinary time-traveling monster.

(End of this chapter)