Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 417 This is the realm I've painstakingly cultivated!

The emperor of Nice Ireland's eyelids twitched as he read this.

What is God?
The realm that God gave them was incredibly solid?
Could it be that some lower-level civilization that ascended to a higher dimension tamed Munisos when it came to the First Trial Universe?
Then, he led the other person to continue rushing up to the second level of the trial.

He was unaware that he had guessed the truth immediately, and instantly realized that his idea was wishful thinking.

This is simply impossible!

How could a newly arrived, low-level seventh-order civilization possibly possess such outrageous eighth-order technology?

A seventh-tier being created into an eighth-tier godhood right off the bat?
Impossible.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out the principle, so he could only bite the bullet and analyze it:

"Their foundation is weak, their combat strength is greatly inflated, and their understanding of the laws is far inferior to those of others at the same level."

"But their magic is crude, and their shackles and magical artifacts are rudimentary. How can their basic strength be so high?"

"That's why my wide-area attack couldn't even break through the defenses of this army."

The emperor of Nice Ireland felt like he was about to collapse.

Although this is not his usual move.

It's just a clearing move used to deal with the weaklings, but it's not something these seemingly weak guys can resist.

If I were to make a metaphor...

They were like people carrying high-tech submachine guns, just bursting out of a spaceship, only to be smashed by a group of primitive people wearing tree bark and showing their chest hair, wielding hammers and yelling "Awooo!"

These primitive weapons were so crude and primitive that they were unbearable to look at, yet they were full of numerical values!
boom!
Just then, waves surged across the distant ocean, creating a tsunami.

One after another, powerful beings from this star cluster rode the waves and appeared in the sky above this place.

They watched as a massive parallel gate loomed overhead, with countless armies continuously pouring out.
"What the hell is this?"

A reclusive, powerful figure from his own country gazed upon the overwhelming number of mythical creatures—angels, dragons, and titans.

Another scholar-like figure, Doctor Octopus, with eight tentacles, rapidly collected data using immense psychic energy.
"They are all pseudo-eighth-order life forms. They are essentially seventh-order, but they are embedded with an energy crystal that possesses eighth-order power."

"What kind of technology is this? Energy crystallization, like a biological battery? It grants them eighth-tier combat power?"

Just then, a powerful figure from another neighboring empire civilization in the distance also quickly arrived, revealing a hint of surprise:
"An alien civilization? Their power system, weapon mechanism, and a bunch of seemingly abstract conceptual equipment are even more advanced than our civilization."

"Everyone, this should be a civilization that has just ascended to a higher dimension. I can already sense that the time has come for another train of civilization to arrive."

"The timing matches up? So the other side is a seventh-order civilization from the real universe?" A beautiful and voluptuous woman clicked her tongue twice. "Are seventh-order civilizations in the real universe so powerful now? They actually give me such a strong sense of threat."

As soon as they finished speaking, they saw that the sky was covered by a dense army of civilized people, giving people an extremely terrifying feeling.

The old emperor of the Kingdom of Nice took a deep breath. "Gentlemen, I don't know what kind of force they are, but they definitely come from another universe outside this space-time portal. We must join forces."

The atmosphere at the scene was oppressive.

Every previous arrival of the civilization advancement train was a great opportunity.

The entire universe will rejoice.

Because the civilized trains that ascend from below are usually captured and imprisoned by them.

Then they took over the train and continued their ascent!

People refer to the once-every-hundred-millions-years occurrence of a train as a "train era".

At this time, their second universe will use the geniuses accumulated over hundreds of millions of years to hijack this train and continue their ascent to the third universe.
This is a tiered system.

They will follow the train, layer upon layer of cosmic station signs, carrying their dreams as they rush towards the final destination.

Each train of civilization embarks on a massive migration; this phenomenon is known as:
Space colonization.

It is the only means of smuggling oneself into other universes.

But now?

This time, the train of civilization is not a docile sheep.

The train was filled with man-eating tigers and all sorts of strange mythical creatures!

The middle-aged beauty frowned and called out to the distance, "Munisos, we should have met before, right? I ascended here before. I think we should have a good talk."

A hint of calm flashed in Munesus's eyes: "No, I have no need to talk to you. You only have one choice: surrender to the all-knowing and all-powerful God."

His voice carried a hint of reverence and worship.

"Because God has descended to earth."

As the Pope of the Papacy, Munesus's eyes flashed with piety and fervor. "A storm sweeping across the multiverse is about to bring about dramatic changes to this mortal land!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" shouted a frivolous-looking man nearby.

"When did you become superstitious? You're the ruler of Platform One, for goodness' sake. Have you been brainwashed by some strange thing?"

"Did you drink too much urine and fill your brain with it? Is the Desert Universe in an even worse state now?"

"Make your move." A cold glint flashed in Munisos's eyes.
“God is a great being of a higher dimension, which ignorant mortals on earth will not believe.”

He held aloft a white flag embroidered with angel wings.

"Start the war!"

A roar seemed to rip open the entire ocean.

The battle between the two sides quickly began, with densely packed troops engaging in rapid combat and clashing.

Various new types of Tier 8 mechanical fortresses, Tier 8 flying swords, quantum giant cannons, and other brand-new weapons were launched, transforming into a terrifying, dense barrage of attacks.

"These guys are actually pretty good."

As war broke out, Munesus, witnessing the enemy's attack, paused slightly in thought.
"Although our cultivation level is solid, when equipped, our combat strength is about ten times that of others of the same level."

After all, not everyone has the money to wear hundreds of amazing pieces of clothing.

Wearing a few pieces of equipment and increasing combat power tenfold is already quite good.

"Our average level is at the second level of the eighth rank. With our solid combat strength that is invincible among our peers, it is still a bit too much to fight against these high-level eighth-rank guys who are several major realms above us."

Even though they knew that God had strengthened their divine status, giving them a solid foundation and making them invincible among their peers, the gap in their realm was still somewhat difficult to bridge.

Thinking of this, Munisus took out a palm-sized idol and uttered a devout cry, "O Most High and Most Supreme God."

"Please bestow your grace."

A huge, radiant figure appeared in the sky, holy and majestic, inspiring a sense of reverence.

"God's blessing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the palm-sized statue shattered.

A large amount of the divine power of "Upright with Shadow" was released.

A phantom image of God seemed to have crossed dimensions and been projected.

It appeared in the sky, spreading out eighteen pairs of enormous, flawless white wings, as if embracing an infant, using its wings to hold the army below into its arms.

Boom boom boom!
Protected by the wings, all the concentrated attacks somehow passed through and hit the back.

The Emperor of Niceland's pupils contracted rapidly, his expression filled with disbelief: "What kind of technique is this? Their god can actually help them evade our attacks?"

Could it really be a blessing from God?
"attack!"

Having dodged a wave of concentrated fire, Munesos seized the opportunity and quickly launched a counterattack.

A battle broke out in an instant.

Those well-trained mythical armies rapidly stormed into the various cities.

Every minute, every second, elite soldiers in the resistance were being severely wounded, then snatched away by eagles and stuffed into the pawnshops.

The entire country was engulfed in war.

An entire galaxy cluster seemed to be burning on the seabed. Even the overwhelming water world could not shield them from the astonishingly hot flames, and even burned them into roasted seafood.

In the center of the battlefield.

Wearing hundreds of pieces of equipment, Munisos, at the eighth level of the eighth rank, managed to withstand the siege of four eighth-rank, tenth-level perfect leaders.

"Crazy, really crazy."

A series of angry roars came.

"This guy is clearly two realms below us, yet he defeated the four of us with his superior strength."

They gritted their teeth, incredulous.

They used all sorts of methods, but their opponent fought with a strange conceptual power.

"Munisos, your technique is so poor, yet your strength is so great?"

A general covered in seashells roared incredulously, "Your cultivation level is so superficial, how did you manage to do that?"

Munisos's gaze was indifferent. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. A god has descended from heaven, and a storm will sweep across the entire human world."

"What god? I don't believe in him!!"

The beautiful woman had completely lost her composure; her clothes were tattered, revealing large areas of skin. "It was all just a lie," she said.

"Your power is completely illogical!"

"In my opinion, you are simply a piece of trash. Your mastery of various powers is far inferior to even my disciple's disciple."

She began to speak arrogantly:
"Your shackle artifact was stolen temporarily; it's just trash that gains power by borrowing from external objects!"

"Your shackles are weak, and your Dao artifacts are not refined."

"You lack foundation, knowledge, and combat skills; your cultivation is utterly inadequate and superficial!"

The middle-aged woman grew increasingly frustrated with each beating, and roared hoarsely, "No matter how you look at it, you're just a piece of trash!"

It was as if she wanted to release all her frustration, anger, repression, and confusion through these words.

For her, who received an elite education from a young age.

The opponent was just a peasant, his combat skills hadn't been honed at all, he was just a rough draft.

He's just strong.

However, without the corresponding foundation, it is impossible to unleash even one-tenth of this power.
And it was this unpolished, subpar quality that managed to defeat all four of them.

If this power were given to her, given her background, it would be ten times, a hundred times stronger.

"Damn you lowly desert people! You have no water, you grow up drinking urine and chewing excrement, so what right do you have? So what right do you have?!"

She roared at the top of her lungs, desperately needing to vent her anger.

Seeing the other party's impotent rage, a hint of contempt flashed in Munisos's eyes. "Then I'll tell you."

Our desert universe may be barren, but it is not an object of your humiliation.

Angel's Fist!

His boxing skills had been enhanced to an epic degree; with just a flurry of rapid punches, he sent the middle-aged woman flying.

puff!

The beautiful woman was ejected, spitting blood.

Suddenly, Munisos appeared in a flash, grabbed him by the hair, and threw him into the body of an eagle in the sky.

Refined in an instant!
The beautiful woman's corpse was dismantled by the pawnshop to obtain equipment. A perfected eighth-tier, tenth-level divine spark shone brightly and fell from the sky, surrounded by thirteen divine shackles.

"That's why I'm so powerful."

Munisos reached out and extracted all the power that the beautiful woman had painstakingly cultivated.

Wow!
An eighth-order, tenth-level divine essence fell into Munesos's hands.

The others showed a hint of fear.

So, this is how they stole the energy cores within their bodies that were called divine attributes?
What is a prodigy?

A soft, distant voice drifted over, speaking gently:
"The more stable one's cultivation and the more solid one's realm, the more invincible one's combat power is among those of the same level, thus becoming a prodigy."

"With my eighth-level, eighth-stage cultivation, I managed to hold off four of you tenth-level cultivators all by myself, achieving victory against all odds. Don't you understand how solid my cultivation is?"

The voice was calm and steady, as if it were stating the common sense of the world.

"You should all have heard of me. I'm a mad cultivator who didn't try to advance in the first trial and spent 99% of my life laying a solid foundation. No one understands the importance of a solid realm better than me."

"The power you have cultivated through a lifetime of hardship is ephemeral and insignificant; when you die, it will dissipate like duckweed."

"If this isn't superficiality, then what is?"

Munisos turned his head and looked directly at the three remaining leaders, whose faces showed fear, and slowly spoke:

"And I possess a powerful force that God has been gradually strengthening."

"You all think you have a deep foundation, but if the solid foundation you've cultivated throughout your lives falls into my hands, whose foundation is deeper if mine isn't?"

"This power will not die with death, but will transform into divinity and be passed on to the next generation."

"This kind of eternal and profound foundation, where all generations work together to solidify the same [realm], one realm is passed down for three generations, and the realm remains even after the person dies. If this is not considered a solid realm, then what can be called a solid realm?"

A divine status can be remembered for generations.

Munisos revealed a hint of fanaticism, clearly a result of his repeated attempts to strengthen, collapse, and then strengthen again in God's laboratory.
The profound truths of humanity that I have come to understand!

And so, he, the ascetic, changed.

He transformed into a different kind of ascetic, spending his time in the equipment enhancement room frantically improving his cultivation level.

Strengthen Divinity +1 +2 +3.

Broken?

Can't afford to break the roll?
Acquire a new divine essence and continue strengthening it from scratch: +1, +2, +3.
Each shattering and restarting led him to a complete and profound realization.

He grinned.
"My achievements today are entirely due to my hard work!"

Do you know how much effort I've put in over the past few years?

Munisos recalled the dozens of eighth-order divine cores he had shattered, and felt an immense pang of heartache.

It should be noted that the number of eighth-order breakthroughs they made in the universe was not small.

They were all extracted and used as basic divine essences, which shattered during the process of repeated strengthening!
He himself, as Pope, had sacrificed countless national resources to achieve his current position.

The series of shattered enhancements completely drove him into a daze.

They were talking incoherently, their minds were incredibly tense.

They even denied their own efforts, saying that their level of attainment came out of thin air and was superficial and worthless.

"Fine, fine, let me show you my solid foundation."

He had just finished speaking when
Munisos absorbed the new eighth-order, tenth-layer godhood in one gulp.

An incomparably powerful force suddenly erupted, "Now, I have cultivated two more realms, and you are no match for me."

crazy.

It's crazy.

As he witnessed this almost mythical and terrifying scene, a horrible thought flashed through the mind of the Emperor of Niceland.

How could cultivation become so simple?
Could it be that there really is a god in this world?
An overwhelming fear quickly engulfed his heart.

(End of this chapter)