Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 406 Struggle, Making a Move

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

A group of people are having a secret meeting in the central command room of the three great empires.

They are the core members of the Munisos family.

The so-called three great empires in this universe are essentially branches of the Munisos family.

They have been entrenched in the entrance area of ​​this Twelve Trials for countless billions of years.

Their influence has even penetrated into the upper regions, making them one of the dominant forces in the several trial universes above.

It's just not as huge as it is here.

All the elders and powerful figures looked at their leader.

"Gentlemen, it seems things are not so simple."

A tall, imposing man with earthy yellow skin and angular horns on his head, his eyes blazing with orange flames, so deep they seemed to contain the entire vast starry sky.

"Sending them over first seems to have been the right thing to do."

Munisos frowned slightly. "As expected, gods possess unique characteristics and mechanisms."

"Even if that mysterious man gave us the data of God and the goddess of fate, the information he provided is probably already quite outdated."

If it is truly like the God described, then the power of the other party is itself mysterious and unpredictable.

As the supreme being among humanity, he is constantly on the path to true omniscience and omnipotence!
There are countless variations.

Therefore, the information provided by the other party can only be used as a reference.

"It's not what we thought it would be like this."

Munisos said, "I didn't expect that the other side would have such a brand new method, creating an eighth-tier unit so easily."

An elder standing nearby couldn't help but ask, "What should we do now?"

"I've seen enough; it's time to make a move."

Munisos stood up.

The elder beside them was somewhat nervous. "But they've all been beaten like this by Amoka. The opponent seems to be no ordinary being. He's a legendary supreme god! He's an entire divine civilization that ascended to our world!"

Munesus shook his head. "There is no such thing as a good thing without any risk in this world. Opportunity and danger are relative. For us now, the appearance of an opportunity is already a rare hope in this desperate world."

Munisos was the leader of the civilization that led the three great empires to ascend to the heavens. He led everyone to ascend to a higher dimension.

But after confirming the twelve trials of the universe, he chose to stop and settle down in this entrance region.

He was a madman who devoted all his time to cultivation, obsessed with reaching higher levels of spiritual attainment throughout his life.

When faced with this hopeless cosmic environment, most other people would stop and start indulging in pleasure.

Even the more diligent ones will relax in despair; spending only half of one's life on spiritual practice is considered asceticism.

Only Munesus was different.

He spent 99% of his life in asceticism, had no children, and focused solely on one thing.

Someone asked him, "This universe is so hopeless, and civilizations are all in prison. What is the point of your arduous practice? No matter how hard you work, there will be no hope."

Munisos's answer was also very simple.

He didn't care about despair or hope at all; he simply loved spiritual practice, and it brought him joy.

He was such a pure person that he didn't even try to climb higher; he just took a steady and pragmatic approach.

It was precisely because of his purity that he was able to cultivate to the point of mastering thirty-seven shackles.

In fact, his life story is quite legendary.

He only had the talent of eleven shackles, and his subsequent cultivation could only make him a mediocre talent who had to be forcibly honed.

After continuing to force himself to remain mediocre and cultivating until the seventeenth shackle, he had already reached the end of his lifespan.

He had to break through to the eighth level and continue cultivating the remaining shackles.

However, his seventeen shackles and magical artifacts have already been finalized at the level of seventeen patterns.

Continuing to cultivate the shackles would be futile, offering little improvement to eighth-tier combat power.

But he continued to practice the shackles.

He cultivates not to increase his combat power, but merely out of interest and hobby, to comprehend the beauty of the laws, to experience the mysterious wonder of nature, and to understand the flow of water, fire, wind, nature, and time.
He neither seeks higher dimensions nor indulges in pleasure; his life consists solely of cultivation.

Now, as an eighth-order individual, he has broken through to the level of the thirty-seventh shackle.

Although twenty of the shackles provided almost no combat power, this arduous training allowed him to reach the pinnacle of skill.

He possesses an incredibly solid foundation.

"Thank you for your help!" several elders nearby couldn't help but say.

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for cultivation." Munesos said quite purely, "My progress in cultivating the shackles is getting slower and slower, and it's becoming more and more boring. Now there's something new that allows me to cultivate?"

His eyes sparkled with a pure, childlike light.

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly leaped up.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he leaped above the goddess of fate and gently touched her with his finger.

call out!
The goddess of fate died instantly.

Even Amoka, who was more than ten times stronger than him, couldn't react at all, or even notice it.

When the numerical values ​​are reduced to only a dozen times, the importance of technique finally becomes apparent.

Seeing these kneeling ministers, the emperor, too lazy to pay them any attention, a slight smile curled at the corner of his lips:
"Amok, right?"

"What a powerful, big oaf! Take my punch and then get out of here."

In the instant he spoke, this supreme expert from the First Desert Universe Layer unknowingly arrived in front of Amoka and gently swung his fist.

His seventeenth shackle artifact was an orange, antique-looking gauntlet that fit snugly around his palm.

Squat.

Turn around.

Twist your waist.

Punch.

The most ordinary, standard straight punch, delivered with the most standard movement, produced an earth-shattering effect in that instant.

Every molecule, every atom, seemed to be released from his fist, a mixed fist containing seventeen attributes blasted out.

Amok was sent flying backward, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, like a sun that had been set on fire.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene: "That arrogant guy actually got sent flying?"

Is the difference between the eight tiers really that big?

Amoka, who clearly possessed hundreds of times the strength of others of the same level, was like a chicken to be slaughtered at will in front of their ancestor!
The difference between them breaking through ten shackles and the opponent breaking through seventeen shackles is so exaggerated?

"This opponent isn't enough." Munesos reluctantly withdrew his fist, paused for a moment to catch his breath, and then suddenly burst into laughter for no apparent reason.

"Hahaha! That was awesome! It's been so long since I've had a fight!"

"Kid, you have pure power, but you don't even know how to use the eighth-order characteristic."

"We are magicians who use the laws and techniques of the heavens, focusing on utilizing our own laws and skills, but you only know brute force!"

But to be honest...

This is already the limit of Amoka's current combat power.

Do you expect someone who has just broken through to the next level to understand how to use this profound and complex shackle artifact?
Of course not.

Liu Jun stood up quietly, watching the battle scene with a calm expression. "Amoka, it seems you're going to disappoint me again."

He wasn't surprised.

The weakling who just broke through the threshold of ten shackles, and the eighth-tier cultivator who truly accumulated foundation before breaking through.
Even a child could understand this.

This is undoubtedly the difference between small fry and strong ones.

At that moment, Fortuna, standing nearby, cautiously peeked out from the world of death through a small opening:

"Who just killed me?"

She was speechless.

The eighth-tier world outside is too dangerous! We seventh-tier beings are like crispy shrimp, we'd be gone in a second.

Fortunately, during the years she and God secluded themselves to study the Fate Fairy, she regained her previous number of resurrections.

That's why I can be reborn and return now.

"That's the guy? Judging from his posture, he's a very strong expert." Fortuna was somewhat surprised. "Oh, that's quite normal. These civilizations have been rooted here for so many years, it would be unreasonable if they didn't have some trump cards."

She paused, her thought process somewhat unusual.

"If we hadn't come in our Civilization Train, other civilizations would probably have usurped our place, taken our spot, and continued their dimensional ascension!"

It's too awful.

The more I think about it, the worse it seems.

Why are there so many stories like this everywhere, where the father kills the son and the son then sues the father?
Can this universe ever be okay?!

Having ascended to this dimension, aren't we just like those ancient civilizations, waiting to walk right into their trap?

Fortuna's complaint:

"Compared to the twelve trials of the real universe outside, our twelve trials are simple and straightforward. We only need to deal with the Heavenly Dao one by one. There is no need to worry about the failures of the previous twelve trials."

“It’s normal for the universe to be despairing.” God rarely spoke. “The universe does not exist because of anyone. We are just ants in the universe. We adapt to the harsh environment of the universe and survive under the pressure of nature, not because the universe favors us.”

Just as Fortuna was chattering away.

Amoka forced himself to his feet, both shocked and furious. He glanced at God, who was watching coldly from afar:

"I'm doomed! If I don't win this time, God will really kill me!"

Faced with a life-or-death situation, he dared not try to overwhelm his opponent with numerical superiority.

He took a deep breath, studied the green staff artifact, and began to formally adapt to the combat style of the eighth rank.

'He said I don't know how to fight, so I'll show him.'

'Furthermore, I have the Nether Serpent, which I can freely enter and exit; this is also an advantage.'

Thinking of this, he suddenly rushed forward and collided violently with this Munesus.

flash!

appear!

Make another move.

He leaped several times with incredible agility.

"Kill!" Amoka roared, launching a series of attacks, but he found that every move he made seemed to be seen through, and every intention he made was anticipated.

Amok's powerful body was repeatedly pierced and defeated, and almost every time he stepped out of the world of death, he was met with a painful blow.

He was being guided forward as if by an elegant dancer.

"Damn it, damn it!" Amoka swallowed hard, feeling the fear of death instantly spread through his body. His face still showing shock and disarray, he exclaimed, "How could there be such a monster? How could it be?"

He felt his heart skip a beat.

He had always thought of himself as a genius who lacked resources, but now that he had everything, he was no less capable than anyone else.

But when faced with a true monster, even though he was so much stronger than him, he couldn't defeat him no matter what.

Pfft!
The next moment, Amoka was sent flying backward again.

As if it were intentional, Amoka was just thrown under God's feet.

Amoka looked up at God, her face contorted with fear and stiffness. "Hahaha, I will lose, just as you expected, because you are an all-knowing God. You must have wanted to lure him out in this way, right?"

"Haha, I did it." He gave a stiff laugh.

But God gently raised his hand.

wow-

The next moment, Amoka instantly turned into a sandstorm and died in despair.

God dealt with him without any hesitation or delay, because the other party had already perfectly completed his mission of scouting for the enemy.

Furthermore, Amok, a desert bandit, is not a good person to begin with.

Although he was the one who was discriminated against, he may have had a dark childhood of racial discrimination.

But as a notorious bandit in the area, he must have harmed countless families.

Even bad people have their uses.

But once the villain's value is exhausted, the robber who once tried to kidnap him naturally returns to death.

"It is interesting."

God descended step by step from the mountaintop. "I understand your intentions. If you were in the same realm, this provocation would mean nothing to me."

"But if you're just one major realm below me, then I might give you the right to challenge me."

Upon hearing this, Munesus couldn't help but reveal his excitement: "How amazing! This time, we've actually ascended to a level as unfathomable as your civilization!"

How could he not be excited?
The legendary god, the God among all gods, whose power and might are incredible and evident to all!
The sheer power he displayed was enough to terrify him, but the long-lost fear in his heart only excited him more.

"That's the feeling, that's the feeling!"

Munisus's fighting spirit surged uncontrollably, and he screamed inwardly, "Clearly...clearly someone a whole realm weaker than me, someone who looks so weak I could crush with one hand, but am I the challenger?"

(End of this chapter)