Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 403 Possessing a God-like Extradimensional Civilization?
The Green Staff is self-explanatory.

His ten shackles actually condensed into a green scepter at the eighth level, radiating various auras of laws.

This seems to be the origin of his name.

At this moment, the Green Staff Emperor was both shocked and furious, feeling as if he was about to go mad.

"Are you kidding me? What the hell was that? I almost died."

He turned his head and looked at the Death Serpent disguised as a long corridor.

What is this snake?

It actually opened its mouth wide, pretending to be a long corridor!
And this snake, which he smashed to pieces, actually didn't die?
Won't this thing die?

A chilling and unbelievable thought suddenly popped into his head, and his Heavenly Dao Lock sent out a message:
It was already dead, so how could it die again?

Yes.

He has the ability to hear the heavens, allowing him to see information about all things.

This is precisely the ability of the Heavenly Dao attribute shackle that he cultivated.

Although he didn't have any divine artifacts of time or space to study...
But in this world, there is still a different kind of shackle that can be quickly comprehended.

Heaven.

In every universe that has been upgraded to a higher dimension, there exists a race of divine will.

As long as you follow the other person's aura and try to understand it, you can cultivate.

Therefore, having obtained the Heavenly Lock, he could vaguely sense some subtle details.

Although it wasn't as comprehensive as Liu Jun's "God's full-view perspective," the information he knew from the heavens allowed him to escape just now.

In that instant, the "Heavenly Lock" instinct told him:
If you don't leave that eerie gray world within 100 seconds, you will die immediately.

But how is this possible!

How domineering! How unreasonable! How disregarding the logic of the universe?

His initial surprise was dispelled, but he didn't hesitate any longer, for Heaven's word was always right!
Therefore, he was willing to self-destruct and pay a huge price to destroy the world.

That's how they managed to break the deadlock at the very last 100 seconds.

It can be said.

Without this intelligence from the Heavenly Court.

He would inevitably die if he carefully studied it for more than 100 seconds in that world.

"How terrifying."

"If I hadn't cultivated this shackle, I would have been plotted against to death without even knowing how I died!"

at this time.

Despite being battered and bruised, the Nether Serpent, still wriggling its tail, slipped into the shattered world of death like an eel.

And that made Green Staff's eyelids twitch wildly.

"What the hell? The world that was shattered has actually repaired itself? This world seems to be part of the natural world?"

"A natural phenomenon of the same type as black holes, oceans of space, and cosmic storms? But how is that possible!"

It was so bizarre, so incredibly bizarre, that it made him break out in a cold sweat.

How did this natural phenomenon suddenly appear in the universe?

"Kid!!"

A sinister glint appeared on Green Staff's face as he looked at Amoka opposite him:

"What is this thing? How can it have such an absurd method that makes someone die if they don't leave a certain place!"

Amoka was not afraid at all:

"Injured? Probably about to die, old man! I am a servant of the gods. How could you, a mere mortal, possibly know the might of the gods?"

Having said that, the sand bandit stopped running and prepared to give the drowning dog a good beating, letting out a long howl to the sky.

"That's perfect, let's have a match!"

The howling sound swept across the entire area, and a sandstorm swept across the sky.

Green Staff was startled again; the more he looked, the more something seemed amiss.
"How come this kid's strength is so strange? He's cultivated several top-tier attribute shackles of different species, and his strength is hundreds of times that of an ordinary seventh-level cultivator?"

This doesn't seem like a seventh-tier item at all.

Before he could think much about it, he saw a tall and imposing Amoka throw a punch at him.

boom!
The next moment, the two collided.

In an instant, the dignified eighth-tier Green Staff Emperor was sent flying due to his severe injuries.

"Hahahaha!" Amoka, the notorious thief, was overjoyed and laughed wildly:

"The gods are right. Even if I am only at the seventh level, with the divine gift in my hand, I can still take your dog's life!"

Seeing that things were going badly, Green Staff immediately retreated and shouted, "Protect the Emperor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards of the nearby cities, and even the entire empire, heard the commotion and frantically assembled.

"Hahaha, good time!"

Amoka let out a series of maniacal laughs.

Faced with an encirclement, even if Amoka possessed strength hundreds of times greater than that of ordinary people of the same level, it would be impossible for him to simultaneously deal with tens of thousands of people of the same level forming an encirclement.

They couldn't stop those spaceships, high-dimensional warships, telekinetic shuttles, and genetic exoskeletons.

But the next second, a snake with its mouth open appeared in front of him and slowly walked into the world of death.

"Chase!"

Without hesitation, the military leaders chased after them.

The next moment, Amoka opened the gate to the world of death from another direction and walked out alone.

Only those powerful individuals who rushed into the world of death were left behind, unable to keep up with his pace of entry and exit.

One hundred seconds later.

Followed by screams.

The strongest beings in the entire world of death instantly perished, turning into fertilizer for the world of death.

"This, this, this"

The commanding general was both shocked and furious.

They dared not follow them in; they could only watch helplessly as the other moved in and out of the world of death, flashing to different areas to kill!
The entire army was routed and routed by Amoka in a short time, leaving them in a sorry state.

This scene chilled the hearts of countless soldiers, causing their morale to plummet.

The other party was unaware of some entirely new technology that allowed them to enter a different spatial dimension, a world of other concepts.

"Beware of his appearance; that world is likely death, and even he himself can only stay in it for a hundred seconds at most!"

At this moment, the Green Staff Emperor, who was gulping down bottle after bottle of nutrient solution, spoke.

This emperor had a medical team around him, constantly injecting him with various medicines, inserting IV drips, and applying various medical patches.

Thanks to such exquisite and top-notch medical skills, and despite the enormous cost, his injuries were healing at an unexpectedly rapid pace.

This caused a flicker of fear to appear on Amok's face as he was entangled in the distance, realizing something was wrong:

"This eighth-tier expert is truly a super monster. I couldn't kill him instantly, and he actually recovered!"

In an instant, he had the idea of ​​leaving.

Since failure was highly probable, he didn't want to risk his life, nor did he want to get entangled with the local natives.

With this in mind, he decisively entered the world of death and began to escape.

"Want to go?"

"He can only stay for a hundred seconds, then he'll be out."

"Calculate his speed, and the exact coordinates of when he leaves the world of death in 100 seconds. Send people out in all directions to capture him!"

The news has been released.

The emperor of this eighth-order civilization empire was clearly enraged.

As one of the three most powerful emperors in this sandy universe, this was the first time he had suffered such a loss, so how could he possibly let the other party leave?

"Run, run."

"Let me see who's behind this mere seventh-tier cultivator."

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the Green Staff Emperor's eyes as he turned around.

Upon entering a secret chamber, they awakened several predecessors who had been sealed within nutrient pods.

A faint, aged voice drifted over: "Who is it? Ah, it's Green Staff."

Green Staff said respectfully, "It's time for the universe to ascend to a higher dimension again."

"Oh, we don't ascend to higher dimensions, do we?"

"Yes, little green staff, if we wanted to go up, we would have caught up with some civilization's train long ago and gone to a higher trial."

They had long since reached the pinnacle of this first trial, but for various reasons, they did not choose to continue charging forward.

And the Green Staff.
This young emperor, however, was preparing to board the train of the next era and rush to the second trial universe layer.

"Are you preparing to leave? So, you woke us up?"

“No,” Green Staff said. “This civilization that has ascended to a higher dimension has brought new and unknown powers with them in their Civilization Train.”

"A civilization called God drove a train into the city and almost killed me with a seventh-order mortal."

"What?" The aged voice suddenly flung open the nutrient tank, letting out a sound of utter shock:

"A civilization that was just preparing for its dimensional ascension trial actually managed to beat you up like this?"

Soon, everyone saw a projection showing the entire Amoka attack.

An indescribable excitement surged within them; wealth was a powerful lure, too tempting to resist.

"Contact the Imperial High Council and activate the world-destroying weapon."

"Mobilize all military forces to track down this attacker and find the location of the civilization behind him."

Soon, with the full military force of the three strongest Green Sand Empires in the entire universe mobilized, a full-scale military war slowly began.

at the meeting.

They quickly gathered the other two great empires, the Green River Empire and the Green Wood Empire. The more they lacked something, the more they wanted to show off what they possessed. Without exception, all three great empires in this universe longed for the environment of green mountains and clear waters.

Soon, in the huge conference room...

"Everyone, you are all top-tier powerhouses from this universe."

“Some of you are from past civilizations that have ascended to a higher dimension and are now in the first desert cosmic layer; others are natives who have multiplied from ancient civilizations.”

The one speaking was none other than the Green Staff Emperor, who was gathering all available resources in preparation to join forces and devour this huge pie.

Below them, some are powerful beings from a mechanical civilization, while others are barbaric beings who advocate primitive hand-to-hand combat and even wear only animal skins.

There are brutes who admire physics, scientists who admire technology, and celestial swordsmen who cultivate telekinetic flying swords.

They were all top experts from their respective civilizations, and they had only one goal:
Amok.

"It has been determined that he is a bandit from a remote desert. According to the information we have, he plundered a city-state called Lisa several months ago, when he was just an ordinary weakling with seven chains."

"Only a few months?" someone asked, their breathing quickening. "To become this kind of monster? Almost killed you with some strange power?"

To challenge an eighth-tier opponent with a seventh-tier opponent is simply not a battle between eight tiers.

This is not on the same level.

This is absolutely a demonstration of a profound civilization and technological prowess!

Because everyone knows that only when civilizational superiority reaches a despairing level can this level be achieved.

For example, a seventh-tier civilization could casually drop a spaceship, allowing a weakling from a third-tier civilization to pilot the spaceship and defeat a sixth-tier powerhouse.

This is based on a huge gap in civilization!

"How high is the opponent's dimension? How could they have sent down just a few treasures and almost let a seventh-tier kill an eighth-tier?" Everyone thought of this and carefully observed Amoka's battle scene. Their breathing became a little rapid and their eyes were filled with shock.

god.
What dimension do these so-called gods belong to? Where do they come from? Where are they going?

Another dwarf, whose body shimmered with metallic colors, questioned:

"Are you sure? A newly ascended civilization, arriving on a dimensional ascent train, already possesses the power to threaten our eighth-order civilization?"

"Yes."

The Green Staff Emperor took a deep breath and analyzed the battle footage of Amok frame by frame.

"This person possesses a bunch of abstract conceptual artifacts bestowed upon him; when worn, they only leave a phantom image."

"How so? It's like the games you play, where some top-tier equipment doesn't need to be worn; it just needs to be in your inventory to take effect!"

"Furthermore, the thousands of items he carries make his combat power hundreds of times that of others of the same level."

As Green Staff continued to analyze the situation, everyone frowned.
Does placing it in the inventory produce an effect?
Having just finished speaking, seeing the surprised looks on everyone's faces, Green Staff then held up an image of a Nether Serpent and said calmly:

"This serpent represents death. It cannot be killed because it is already dead and cannot die a second time."

Everyone looked at the Nether Serpent.

Just one glance was enough to send a chilling, despairing, and all-consuming sense of nothingness overwhelming me.

“With the help of this divine beast, Amoka can even ignore combat strength and kill us based solely on its mechanics.”

"And he can make this snake help him enter and exit the world of death at will, allowing him to teleport and constantly dodge attacks."

The expressions of the many powerful figures below became increasingly tense.

A conceptual power, with completely illogical mechanics? Like those conceptual weapons in some third-rate games?
But in the real world, how could it possibly be a third-rate game?
"It's hard to imagine that the other party comes from a newly ascended civilization. With such incredible power, I'm more inclined to believe that they are gods, or perhaps they really come from the realm of gods."

"Furthermore, that guy has words praising the God of Death. It's possible that the master of this Nether Serpent that can open the world of death is the God of Death who lives in the underworld."

Green Staff's analysis was increasingly silencing, and the various high-ranking officials present all showed expressions of surprise.

Myths and legends exist in every ancient civilization, and in most civilizations, the name of the god of death is something that makes children cry.

Death is the ultimate destination of everything.

If such a god truly exists, how powerful would he be?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and surprise.

A voice suddenly came from the last seat in the conference room: "The god of death is called Morshock. In the eyes of all the gods, the god of death is the most inconspicuous, the most ordinary, the most unsociable, and even the weakest god."

A look of shock flashed across everyone's faces, and they turned their heads sharply.

But then they saw a tall, imposing man sitting in a chair.

Wow!
Everyone immediately stood up, watching the unknown life form that had broken through the layers of defenses warily. "Who are you? Are you a god too?"

"You don't need to know who I am. I'm just here to help you. You want to know about Death, so I've told you. That's all."

Magalas leaned back, casually propping his legs up on the conference table. "What, you're not planning to lay a hand on me, are you?"

Everyone looked eager to try.

Yes.

They wanted to take action.

This guy's aura was only at the seventh level.

Most importantly, in the eyes of equally matched strong individuals, any posture can affect the outcome of a battle.

The opponent is lying down with their legs crossed. This posture is obviously not suitable for immediately blocking other people's attacks. Even if this action only causes a delay of 0.001 seconds, it may cause them to lose the opportunity to strike first.

The difference in time was so small that it determined the outcome. Besides, no matter how strong the opponent was, the group of eighth-level beings present were more than enough to control him.

Seeing the murderous intent in the crowd, Magalas chuckled lightly, "Humans succumb to fear and dare not act. You are afraid, afraid of the unknown. Do you really intend to attack me?"

Do it!

Almost instantly.

Under the subtle hints from several eighth-tier experts, the burly man at the head of the group suddenly made a move to test the waters.

But the next second, everyone's vision blurred.

The burly man had somehow returned to his seat.

"What, you don't dare to make a move?"

Suddenly, the burly man felt a surge of emotion and attacked Magalas once more.

But the next moment.

My vision blurred again.

Everyone saw that the burly man had returned to his seat at some point.

'what happened? ’

"What kind of power is this? He retreated time and time again?"

All the strongmen got goosebumps.

"It seems you have succumbed to your fear and have not made a move against me."

Magalas's faint voice drifted over.

At this moment, an elderly man at the head of the group stood up and said, "You say that the god of death is the weakest in mythology? That is death itself."

Magaras smiled, his voice tinged with melancholy, “One of the females you are facing is the goddess of fate, who holds the destiny of all living beings in her hands and possesses the divine power to see into all things.”

"They all come from the distant land of the gods, originating from another secluded region."

"Their origins are older than you can imagine."

"Their antiquity is far beyond your comprehension; you believe the Twelve Trials represent the entirety of this universe."

"There, there is the God of Immortality from the previous cosmic era, who was a participant in the Twelve Trials of the previous cosmic era."

The place was quiet.

There were universes before this one? The twelve trials of the previous cosmic era?

What a scene it was.

Magalas said, "But they are still at the seventh rank, which you can handle."

Green Staff couldn't help but ask, "If they really are gods, then how come all the mortals on earth have broken through to the eighth rank, and they are still only at the seventh rank?"

Magalas chuckled softly, "Any god with ambition would try to condense more than a hundred shackles rather than rashly break through to that level."

A hundred chains?

How can this be?

This requires a hundred different qualifications; everyone must be a polymath.

There's no way such a person could exist!

Furthermore, even if such a super monster were to be born, what use would it be if it only had the potential?

Without any inheritance, are you going to figure out one shackle after another on your own?

You need a hundred kinds of inheritance, and corresponding reference objects to help you understand the corresponding attribute shackles, in order to break out of that realm.

"Heh, you can't measure the world of gods with the mindset of mortals. Don't think that gods can't do it!"

"It's like trying to understand an eagle in the sky with a grasshopper on the ground."

A hint of mockery flashed across Magalas's face as he gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving a data disc on the table.

"This is their information."

"You are at the eighth rank, so you still have a chance to defeat a seventh rank opponent."

"But be careful. If the God of Death is the most insignificant god, then you are about to face a truly terrifying being, the pinnacle of all gods!"

"He is the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord, the saint who endows all spirits with wisdom, and the most terrifying king of gods among the gods of our time."

"He was the first emperor to rule the cosmic era."

"He is the ultimate god, possessing omnipotent divine power; he is walking the path of being omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent."

"He is God."

As they picked up the CD, messages about God continuously flooded their minds.

Everyone got goosebumps and gasped.

If news of this ascended civilization were to leak out, it would likely shock all the losers at every level of the Twelve Trials!

It could even cause a boiling over in every layer of the universe.

But in contrast, an uncontrollable glimmer of ambition also flashed through their minds.

I'm the first one to encounter an ascended god. If I could kill him, wouldn't that be amazing?
"Greed is the source of civilization's progress."

(End of this chapter)